Under the dark purple sky, Jeming's figure silently glided above the clouds.
The Void Step compressed his presence below the perception limit, even the wind bypassed his body.
His gaze did not fall on the swiftly passing wasteland below, but was fixed on the destiny tableau within his consciousness, composed of countless light points.
The Fate System lit up with a faint golden halo at his forehead, helping him process the incoming data swiftly.
His consciousness tracked forward along the threads extending from fate, continually selecting suitable lines of destiny.
Finally, Jeming chose a direction that aligned more closely with his fate line.
In terms of location, the final target was a medium-sized city in a remote area of the plane.
Jeming adjusted his direction and gradually accelerated.
Restraining his speed, Jeming flew for half a month before finally approaching the target direction.
The first thing he perceived was the energy field ahead.
