Hoo——
Fang Cheng folded his arms, braced himself against the final layer of thin clouds overhead, and exerted a fierce strength from his waist and abdomen.
Like a fish breaking out of water, carried by the momentum of his leap, he ascended to higher heights.
The moment he burst through the thick rain clouds, the surrounding roaring winds and ice pellets suddenly ceased.
Above ten thousand meters in the sky, there was an overwhelming silence.
Above him lay an abyssal navy blue sky, nearly black.
Beneath him was a boundless sea of rolling white clouds, resembling angry waves.
By now, the daylight had fully brightened.
Though the sun had not yet completely risen, the visibility at this altitude was at its peak.
Here lay the realm of regular commercial aircraft cruising, vastly different from the variable meteorological spectacle below.
The airflow was primarily horizontal, with almost no vertical convection or turbulent jostling, with very low water vapor and dust content.
