His body strength had already reached a point where scissors couldn't cut his hair during his first evolution, and then it evolved to a point where it was impervious to 2000-degree high-temperature lasers, moving freely in a storm of metal bullets.
As for now, that was even more exaggerated.
Such experiences, for Chen Yun, were less about exploring physical limits and more about an inner dialogue with his soul.
Each flight and fall made him understand true freedom even more.
He experienced that extreme exhilaration.
It was a sensation absolutely unattainable by anyone else in the world.
Watching the ground getting closer.
Chen Yun closed his eyes with a smile.
He didn't choose to cushion his fall but smashed hard into the ground.
Embracing the most direct, purest impact.
The air seemed to solidify at that moment, and time also seemed to slow down.
Chen Yun's figure, like a meteorite, rushed towards the ground with unstoppable momentum.
