"Is this the Edge Corner Airspace?"
Xiang Beifei finally understood what the Edge Corner Airspace was all about.
He stood on a cliff—or at least he believed it was a cliff. Behind him was vast yellow sand, but when the sand rolled here, it seemed to be blocked by something and couldn’t move forward.
In front of him stretched an empty expanse.
The word "empty" didn’t refer to an open plain or land, but the void!
No trees, no stones, no land, no rivers, lakes, or seas...
It was as if he had entered a void itself!
The sky remained bright, shrouded in a white layer of clouds, but there was no ground here; looking down was pure void, pitch-black, with no bottom in sight, like an abyss with no end.
What surprised Xiang Beifei the most was that in this void, there seemed to be a very strange power quietly spreading, pervading every corner of the void.
And this power posed a strong threat to him!
Xiang Beifei gathered Spiritual Power on his feet and flew a distance into the void.
He could fly, but a powerful force immediately surged toward him from the void, devouring his Spiritual Power.
This force attacked from all around the airspace, eroding his entire body and gradually consuming his Spiritual Power.
Back when Xiang Beifei was learning to fly, Ye Changfeng told him that to keep his hair in place during Sword Flight, he had to learn to gather a barrier of Spiritual Power around himself, and he always remembered this.
But when flying in this airspace, the strange devouring force from the void seemed to dissolve the Spiritual Power barrier around him.
Although the dissolution wasn’t quick, if it continued, he would have to replenish this Spiritual Power, and the total Spiritual Power expenditure would be more than a hundred times the usual!
This was an enormous consumption!
Short-distance flights were fine, but for long distances, it was absolutely disadvantageous.
"What a bizarre place!"
Xiang Beifei couldn’t help but mutter.
However, when he stood on the cliff earlier, there didn’t seem to be that tearing force from the void.
At this moment, he recalled what Kongcheng had said: Make good use of the breath soil.
"Could the breath soil be usable here?"
Xiang Beifei pondered, gathering his own breath soil, which quickly enveloped his feet!
He soon discovered that when the tearing force from the void reached him, the existence of the breath soil would cause the tearing force to ripple away, and the force hitting him seemed significantly weakened.
The breath soil could indeed neutralize the tearing force of the void!
This was quite unexpected.
He immediately fashioned the breath soil into various shapes, carefully studying it, trying to understand how it resisted this strange void power.
After pondering for quite some time, he still couldn’t explain it, as if the breath soil was naturally the nemesis of void power.
About a cubic meter of breath soil remained still in the air, and void power couldn’t approach within three meters!
But just having the breath soil stationary wasn’t enough because Xiang Beifei quickly found that if he carried the breath soil to fly forward, the void force, driven by speed, would collide with the protective field of the breath soil, causing the force to tilt upward, which would still erode Xiang Beifei standing on the breath soil.
He couldn’t just gather the breath soil into a small house, wrapping himself tightly, could he?
Of course, that was possible, but the view would be clearly restricted.
Xiang Beifei decided to create a suitable flying tool out of the breath soil.
"There must be angles to the collision, probably similar to the principles above airplane wings."
When an airplane takes off, it must ensure the airflow speed below the wings is less than the speed above, and they fly by relying on Spiritual Power above the air.
This strange devouring force of the void was like an enhanced version of the Edge Corner Airspace air, and if the breath soil could disperse this force, it could be fashioned into a similar flying tool.
At this point, Xiang Beifei’s powerful computing ability came into play.
After several experiments, he condensed the breath soil into a streamlined shape similar to a small boat, with a slight upward arc at the front. When flying at a certain speed, relying on the shape of the breath soil, that force could be dispersed.
In this way, Xiang Beifei didn’t have to wrap himself completely in breath soil to disperse the void’s force from both sides!
"Great hands-on skills."
Xiang Beifei looked with satisfaction at the void vehicle he had remodeled.
Xiaohei excitedly suggested giving this vehicle a name: Flying Soil!
It jumped to the bow of the boat, molding two motorcycle grips like clay, and added several seats, making the Flying Soil look even more refined!
Xiang Beifei continued flying forward along the "North"; actually, he couldn’t determine direction at this point, but Si Hou’s flame still pointed here.
He glanced back at where he came from; it looked like a massive island floating mid-air, but its full view couldn’t be seen, and what lay behind was a dense white fog, completely covered.
Xiaohei sat in the driver’s seat, holding the handles, and maneuvered the Flying Soil into various postures, like surfing in the void, very pleased with himself.
But they hadn’t flown far when a sudden intense rumbling sound came from ahead, followed by terrifying waves of Spiritual Power rushing toward them like tides. Despite being torn by the void’s force, it still almost overturned them.