The powerful burst of energy launched him high into the air, his body tracing a perfect parabola, instantly soaring several dozen meters beyond the cliff.
Just as his body reached the apex of the parabola, about to begin its descent—
The swiftly passing time seemed to pause in that very instant.
Fang Cheng suddenly found himself suspended mid-air.
Without any support point, relying on nothing external.
Simply floating there silently.
It was as if an invisible giant hand was firmly holding his body between heaven and earth.
Beneath, undulating green mountains stretched out.
In the distance, a vast shimmering lake glistened.
The people on the ground enjoying their spring outings appeared as insignificant as ants.
This was an extraordinarily wondrous experience.
Fang Cheng could vaguely feel the pull of gravity counteracting some internal force, forming a subtle force field balance around him.
