Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1298 - 630:

The sky above the cloud tops was like a cold, crystal-clear blue gem.

Sunlight pierced through the gaps between the rolling waves of cloud, plating this white ocean with a layer of flowing golden radiance.

There was no dust here, no clamor.

Only ultimate stillness and vastness, like a tranquil garden suspended beyond the mortal world, belonging solely to a God.

Suspended ten thousand meters high, Fang Cheng spread his arms wide, letting the gentle long wind and warm sunlight softly enfold him.

As the sun fully leaped out from the sea’s surface, the surrounding temperature gradually climbed, and that bone-deep chill in the air quietly dispersed.

Having vented the exhilaration in his chest, Fang Cheng stirred his mind, turning his introspection to his Inner Vision Dantian.

The successive bursts and high-altitude sprints had consumed nearly twenty percent of the True Qi in his body.

Though it was still abundant, for someone used to maintaining a peak state at all times, this was already the signal to return to the ground.

Needless waste of True Qi was a major taboo for a Martial Artist.

The instant the thought of returning to the ground arose, his body had already begun to move with it.

Fang Cheng slowly adjusted his breathing, drawing his arms slightly back, the broad muscles of his shoulders and back spreading like wings.

He poured all of his focus into sensing the surrounding environment.

By the minute tremors of the pores on his skin, he quickly distinguished the stable airflow patterns at high altitude.

They were layered upon one another, like invisible corridors woven from wind.

Fang Cheng’s gaze narrowed slightly as he drew in a deep breath.

Then his lumbar spine exerted, his center of gravity shifted forward, and his body slanted downward along the track of the wind.

This was not blind free fall, but the use of the lift provided by air currents to find a subtle balance point between gravity and uplift.

To explain it in scientific terms, it was sliding from a high-pressure air layer into a lower-pressure one.

Fang Cheng did not thus plummet from the cloud tops; like a hawk tracking its prey, he spread his wings and dove.

By continuously adjusting his angle of attack into the wind, his figure traced a smooth arc along the edge of the cloud bank, his posture elegant as he cut into the troposphere below.

As the altitude dropped rapidly, the once tranquil high air began to fill with noisy wind roar.

Passing through the ten-thousand-meter boundary, Fang Cheng plunged headlong into the band of gray-white cumulonimbus clouds.

Cold, humid vapor instantly wrapped around his entire body.

Unlike the majestic spectacle when overlooking from above, inside the clouds his vision was severely obstructed.

Countless alternating warm and cold air currents tangled chaotically here, like swift undercurrents in the ocean.

The air pressure fluctuated violently around his eardrums, again and again battering his sense of balance and disrupting his direction of travel.

Even in the midst of rapid descent, Fang Cheng still maintained a calm mindset.

He heightened the sensitivity of his senses to the utmost, keenly capturing every change in the strength of the surrounding air currents.

When a particularly strong updraft struck his chest head-on.

Fang Cheng twisted slightly at the waist and hips, his left foot stomping hard on the empty air.

Borrowing that recoil, his entire person became like a heavy sword cleaving open chaos, piercing straight through the cloud layer a thousand meters thick.

Crash!

His field of vision opened up in an instant.

Fang Cheng spread his arms once more, fingers slightly splayed, using the surface area of his body against the wind to bleed off the downward inertia from breaking through the clouds just now.

At this moment, he hovered in the midsection of the troposphere at over seven thousand meters; looking down, the human world seemed trampled beneath his feet.

The entire East Capital City unfurled before his eyes like a vast, real-world map.

Those skyscrapers that once towered unreachable now shrank to dense, dark gray blocks.

The crisscrossing streets degenerated into a tangled web of fine lines.

Only by the rough gradations of color could one distinguish the commercial districts from the old neighborhoods.

As his altitude gradually decreased, the once blurry city contours began to emerge in his sight with clear layers.

The clusters of buildings below were no longer static patches of color, but a steel jungle suffused with the breath of life.

Large expanses of glass curtain walls reflected the piercing morning light, refracting spots of brightness in varying shades.

On the interlaced ring roads and main arteries of the city, the early-morning commuter traffic strung together into lines, like slowly crawling metallic beetles.

This visual contrast of returning from a Divine Domain to the human world stirred in Fang Cheng a feeling that was hard to put into words.

He drew in a deep breath, his gaze sweeping into the distance.

That Gemini Building often seen in the news stood in majestic silence, the lightning rods at its summit glinting faintly in the morning sun.

And just a few kilometers further on lay the bustling cargo docks.

Tens of thousands of shipping containers were stacked neatly along the shore, packed as densely as children’s building blocks.

Towering orange-red gantry cranes hung their booms low, and several ten-thousand-ton ocean freighters lay quietly berthed, awaiting a new round of loading, unloading, and distant voyages.

It was obvious that when he was chasing the airliner earlier, he had flown too far in his excitement, skimming over half the city.

Now he was right above the Lingang Industrial Zone in the southeastern part of the city.

He could even vaguely make out the Jinshui Fish Market where the Illuminati’s secret base was hidden.

By rough estimate, the straight-line distance from the Guilan District beach where he’d set off was at least more than ten kilometers.

Fang Cheng thought for a moment and stopped Flying forward aimlessly; he also chose not to swing by Jinshui Fish Market to say hello to Lin Chuqiao.

Looking like this right now—with his torso bare and only a pair of underwear on—was hardly appropriate for meeting people.

He moved his mind, sank his right shoulder, and tilted his center of gravity to the side.

Borrowing the deflecting force of the airflow to drive his waist and abdomen, he traced an extremely smooth, large-radius arc in midair, then nimbly reversed his direction.

Then he pressed his legs together, compressing his body into an extremely tight, streamlined shape.