525: Chapter 525 The Ultimate Direction of Life's Evolution: Embracing the Boundless Sky

Boom—

The overpressure shockwave generated at the explosion's core rushed forward like a tsunami, slamming fiercely into Fang Cheng.

Even with the golden barrier condensed from the True Sun Fire blocking it, his entire body was still blown away by this irresistible and immense force, hurdling into the boundless, endless high altitude.

A sense of absolute weightlessness instantly enveloped his entire body.

Tearing whistling sounds filled his ears, and his internal organs churned within this vibration.

The violent, scorching airflow acted like countless invisible steel blades, frantically cutting every inch of protective True Qi on his body's surface.

Fang Cheng's body violently tumbled through the air for hundreds of meters.

That dizziness of the world turning upside down was enough to make any professionally trained skydiver lose their sense of direction and subsequently plunge into a fatal spiral descent.

However, Fang Cheng did not panic excessively.

Even the frequency of his heartbeat did not show any disorder.

At this moment, the agility attribute reaching as high as 64 points demonstrated a terrifying dominance that surpassed human physiological limits.

He suddenly opened his eyes amidst the rolling, golden light flowing deep within his pupils.

The originally chaotic world instantly slowed down within his senses.

His spine, like a great dragon, suddenly shook, and his core muscle groups instantly locked down all the muscles in his body.

"Hold!"

He let out a low shout in his heart.

His arms flung open abruptly, his legs bent slightly backward, and his entire body was forcefully stretched out in the air into the shape of the Chinese character " big".

In an instant.

The originally howling and chaotic airflow seemed to have the pause button pressed on it at this very moment.

Fang Cheng's entire body hovered abruptly in the high altitude of one thousand meters.

There was no support point, nor did he rely on any external objects.

He just floated quietly like that.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was steadily supporting his body between the heaven and the earth.

His extraordinary air-suspension ability produced astonishing effects at this moment.

Utilizing the increased wind-facing area, Fang Cheng forcefully curbed his body's death roll.

Amidst the howling gales and turbulence at this altitude of one thousand meters, he regained control of his body.

However, the momentum of the air wave had not completely diminished.

After holding still for just one second, the residual airflow from the explosion smashed fiercely from the side, instantly causing Fang Cheng's hovering figure to lose balance.

Moreover, having completely lost the upward buffer force, the downward trend suddenly intensified.

The gravitational acceleration was like a pair of invisible giant hands pulling tightly at his ankles, attempting to drag him toward the end of death.

At this moment, the altitude was at least over one thousand meters.

At this altitude, apart from the undispersed firelight at the explosion's center, the surroundings were a patch of gray chaos.

The night view below was no longer the modern metropolis that usually required looking up, with row upon row of towering skyscrapers.

Instead, it had turned into a huge spider web woven by countless points of light, quietly lurking in the dark abyss.

It seemed to be opening its wide mouth, waiting to capture this prey falling from the sky.

Even with a Physique that had broken through the 80-point mark, Fang Cheng did not dare to use his Physical Body to hard-confront the devastating impact brought by this altitude.

That was no different from hitting granite directly with an egg; the only outcome would be turning into a puddle of flesh.

"Hoo—hoo—"

The howling wind poured into his eardrums, making a deafening roar.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

At this life-and-death critical moment, his inner self was as calm as still water, entering a profound and mysterious state of "clarity and emptiness".

His vision was completely blocked, but his other senses were infinitely magnified at this moment.

Hearing was no longer simply the sound of the wind.

Instead, it was the subtle frequency differences of airflow fluctuations coming from different directions behind him.

Touch was no longer the biting chill of high altitude or the scorching breath remaining from the explosion.

Instead, it was the subtle resistance feedback brought by changes in air density.

And that ethereal sixth sense outlined a holographic navigation map in his mind.

In this image, the originally formless and substance-less gales turned into clearly visible fluid trajectories.

Some of them were as violent as a Dragon, some as soft as silk, some circling, and some diving.

If it were an ordinary skydiver, these chaotic airflows would be fatal killers.

However, in Fang Cheng's perception at this moment, these were not just winds, but passages through which one could travel.

"Is this... the rhythm of the wind?"

Fang Cheng's mind stirred slightly, and his body began to fine-tune itself following the guidance of his perception.

His shoulders sank, his waist and abdomen exerted force, and his limbs stretched out like sails.

He did not try to fight the fierce wind, but like a swimming fish integrating into the sea, he cleverly cut into the trajectories of those airflows.

The next second, a miracle happened.

The body that was originally falling vertically unexpectedly gained a magical lift.

The wind surrounded him, gently brushing across his face.

Fang Cheng could vaguely feel that the pull of gravity and the confrontation with a certain power inside his body formed a subtle force field balance around his body.

He stood right at this fleeting equilibrium point, like the absolute tranquility in the eye of the storm.

It was as if he had cast off the heavy shackles of his Physical Body, and his Soul was dancing freely in the clouds.

Fang Cheng tried his best to maintain this wonderful feeling, without thinking about the height from the ground at this moment.

He simply stretched his arms, went with the flow, transformed the wind's thrust into his own power, and glided toward the most stable airflow belt.

At times turning sideways and spinning to avoid the violent turbulence, and at times stretching his limbs to climb several meters by borrowing force, he shuttled through the maze woven by clouds.

Compared to the gliding Flight experiments when jumping from the top of the mountain in the past.

This time, Fang Cheng vaguely felt that he seemed to have touched a brand new threshold.

Perhaps because the wind force at an altitude of one thousand meters was strong enough, it allowed him to be even more in his element.

Or perhaps because the stimulation of this extreme challenge of surviving a desperate situation completely rushed open a certain Seal deep within his genes.

He was like a raptor spreading its wings and soaring high, drawing a thrilling arc over the city.

The wind was no longer resistance, but had become wings supporting him.

This pleasure of harnessing nature made every cell in his body cheer with joy.

It seemed as if this was the ultimate direction of life evolution—getting rid of the shackles of the earth and embracing the boundless sky.

However, physical Laws were cruel after all.

Although the gliding posture slowed down part of the downward momentum, the acceleration brought by gravity was still frighteningly fast.

The city scene below was rapidly magnifying.

The skyscrapers, which originally looked like toy models, had now revealed the sharp edges of reinforced concrete.

The traffic on the highway, like fireflies, also gradually stretched into crisscrossing, clear light bands.

Eight hundred meters... seven hundred meters... six hundred meters...

The continuously approaching ground rushed toward him, wrapped in fierce winds.

That suffocating oppressive feeling almost crushed a person's nerves.

"Not enough..."

Fang Cheng opened his eyes wide abruptly, his gaze flashing like lightning.

In the span of a single inhalation and exhalation, True Qi surged wildly within his body.

His internal organs, tendons, bones, skin, and flesh all began to vibrate slightly, and faint, dull thunderous sounds resounded.

"Rumble—"

The next moment, the tightly closed pores all over his body suddenly opened, and visible gushes of white steam spewed out.

These high-temperature vapors formed a powerful recoil force behind him, as if equipping his body with countless miniature boosters.

Although the thrust generated by each pore was negligible, when tens of thousands of pores erupted simultaneously, coordinated with the high-temperature expansion effect of the golden flames, the resulting force was extremely astonishing.

Whoosh—

Fang Cheng's falling figure paused abruptly, and his gliding speed suddenly surged.

Looking from afar, he was like a fighter jet spraying white tail flames, carrying out final landing posture adjustments.

At this time, the altitude from the ground had dropped to a little over five hundred meters.

Fang Cheng's gaze was like a torch, searching for the best foothold among the city buildings flashing past below.

Suddenly, a towering steel giant tower entered his field of vision.

The Dongdu Radio and Television Tower.

This giant building, over three hundred meters tall, was woven from countless thick, high-strength alloy steel pipes, presenting a hollow triangular structure full of industrial aesthetics.

"It's you!"

Fang Cheng exerted force from his waist abruptly, changing his Flight direction while adjusting the jet angle of the pores all over his body.

His entire body made an acute-angle turn in the air that would drive aerodynamicists crazy, diving toward that iron tower.

Five hundred meters... four hundred and fifty meters... four hundred meters...

Whoosh-whoosh—

The wind roared violently in his ears, and the speed of his body's descent became faster and faster.

The red aviation obstruction lights flashed incessantly in his field of vision, and the cold steel skeleton seemed within arm's reach.

Three hundred and fifty meters... three hundred and forty meters... three hundred and thirty meters...

Closer! Even closer!

Fang Cheng's eyes turned cold, his right arm extended forward like an arrow, his five fingers spread vaguely, having already locked onto the load-bearing crossbeam of the tower body.

However.

Just at the moment before contacting the iron tower, a sudden crosswind instantly disrupted his trajectory.

His position was off!

The main structure of the tower body that he should have grasped was now half a meter away from his fingertips.

And in this high-speed movement, an error of half a meter was the distance between life and death.

At this critical juncture of life and death.

There was not the slightest panic in Fang Cheng's eyes, only absolute calmness.

The five fingers of his right hand spread open abruptly, and the True Qi within his body no longer spewed violently, but instantly transformed into a dense and flexible strength.

Silk-Reeling Energy!

Five extremely condensed strands of True Qi shot out along his fingertips like five transparent spider silks.

In an instant, they crossed that final half-meter distance, firmly wrapping around an I-beam crossbeam on the outside of the television tower.

"Retract!"

The blue veins on Fang Cheng's arms bulged, and he pulled back fiercely.

"Creak—"

That alloy steel beam, which was strong enough to withstand a dozen-level typhoon, actually let out a teeth-gritting twisting sound under this pull.

Taking advantage of this pulling force, Fang Cheng's originally deviated figure was instantly yanked back.

"Bang!"

Along with a dull, booming vibration sound.

His feet stepped heavily onto a maintenance platform at the top of the television tower.

However, the downward inertia was simply too huge.

Even though the steel plate under his feet was a specially made anti-slip grating, Fang Cheng's feet still plowed out two splashing sparks on it.

His soles violently rubbed against the metal, making a piercing screech.

"Sizzling—"

Sliding downward for several meters, Fang Cheng finally completely offset that terrifying kinetic energy by relying on his strong leg muscles and finger grip strength.

Finally, he stood steadily at the edge of the tower top.

Fang Cheng looked up at the ink-colored sky that he had torn through when falling earlier, and then looked down at the brilliantly lit city beneath his feet.

Then he deeply exhaled a breath of foul air, slowly calming the surging Qi and blood in his chest.

The golden flames burning on his body had quietly receded into his body, and the white smoke evaporating from his body surface also dissipated into the wind without a trace.

At this moment, in the air before him, a brilliantly peculiar light bloomed.

On the outskirts of the unfinished building area in the eastern suburbs, amid the overgrown weeds.

Two people stood on top of an off-road vehicle, staring blankly at the strange spectacle happening in the sky.

They saw that shooting star cut across the pitch-black night sky, finally landing on the top of the television tower a few kilometers away.

Xu Hao's mouth opened into a circle, and his eyes stared wide like copper bells.

The telescope in his hand dropped into the weeds, but he had no time to pick it up at all.

He mechanically twisted his neck and looked at Xiaosa beside him:

"How is it, what did you see?"

Xiaosa held the telescope with both hands, maintaining a posture of looking up, his whole body like a rigid stone statue.

For a long while, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he muttered to himself:

"A miracle... This is a miracle..."

Xu Hao was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, and tugged at his shoulder:

"Don't just stand there lamenting, speak quickly, how is the boss doing?"

Xiaosa slowly lowered the telescope, his eyes still revealing a trance after suffering shock:

"The President... has landed on that television signal tower."

He paused and said a sentence that even he could hardly believe:

"He is standing very steadily, his body is a bit red and hot, but it looks... like he is completely uninjured."

"Hiss—"

Xu Hao drew a sharp breath, following Xiaosa's gaze toward the towering iron tower in the distance, his eyes widening even further.

"Falling from such a high altitude and being completely fine..."

He grabbed his messy hair and asked with a serious expression:

"Buddy, do you think the boss is the Reincarnation of the Terminator?"

Xiaosa ignored his nonsense, jumped off the roof of the car with a "thump" sound, and pulled open the cab door.

Xu Hao was stunned, leaning on the edge of the car roof and shouting:

"Where are you going?"

While inserting the key and starting the ignition, Xiaosa roared without turning his head:

"What are you still standing there for, get down quickly! We need to hurry over and welcome him!"

"The wind is so strong up there, and the President isn't wearing clothes, don't let him freeze."

Hearing this, Xu Hao slapped his thigh and shouted with sudden enlightenment:

"You brat really are quick-witted! If we don't go flatter him and show loyalty at this time, when else?!"

Saying this, he quickly slid down from the car using both hands and feet, and nimbly drilled into the front passenger seat.

"Vroom—"

The off-road vehicle's engine roared, and two bright headlights pierced the darkness.

Xiaosa pressed the accelerator all the way to the floor, the wheels rolling over weeds and gravel, speeding toward the television tower standing tall in the night.

On the Dongdu outer ring expressway.

A black modified coupe, in a nearly crazy posture, played an "S"-shaped maneuver amidst the dense traffic.

"Beep—beep—"

Accompanied by the piercing screech of tires rubbing against the ground, it caused a chorus of honks and curses.

This car completely ignored solid lines and speed limit signs, acting like a slippery loach, forcefully squeezing through the gap next to a parallel large freight truck.

"Rushing to be reincarnated?! Damn it, are you blind?!"

The truck driver behind stepped hard on the brakes in fright, poked half his body out, and cursed fiercely at the taillights of the vehicle ahead.

Various dialects with an extremely high mother-containing content echoed in the night sky.

But the man in the driver's seat of the coupe turned a deaf ear.

The man was around thirty years old, with a meticulously groomed short haircut.

His eye sockets were sunken, and his skin presented a pale white color that never saw the sun.

He wore a meticulously tailored high-end suit, but the collar was wide open, revealing a black raptor tattooed on his collarbone.

This person was none other than another operative sent by Utopia, codenamed "Night Owl".