Golden lotus petals bloomed beneath Lin Mo’s slippers with every step he took into the empty air.
He did not require a flying sword, a spirit talisman, or a cloud-riding artifact.
Inside his dantian, the Nine-Story Flawless Golden Merit Dao-Altar had expanded to three hundred feet in diameter. Pure, liquid golden qi circulated through his meridians like a tranquil river of melted amber, radiating the effortless, immovable majesty of a true celestial master.
He had formally stepped into Rank 5 Mid (Foundation Establishment Mid-Stage).
Lin Mo walked casually through the sky, sixty paces above the chairman’s villa. His navy-blue silk pajamas fluttered gently in the mountain breeze, completely unaffected by the gale of demonic corpse-clouds overhead.
Below him, Commander Long Zhan lowered his binoculars, his jaw tight with profound awe.
“Void-walking at Foundation Mid-Stage,” Long Zhan murmured into his headset. “Even the grand elders of the ancient imperial courts required high-grade wind-riding boots to stay aloft. Chairman Lin walks upon the clouds as if taking an evening stroll in a city park.”
Tie Niu leaned against his golden tower shield in the central square, grinning from ear to ear. “That’s our Chairman! When your foundation is made of pure golden merit, gravity has to show proper respect!”
