And Carl was still sitting cross-legged on the ground. His eyes were unknowingly filled with numerous bloodshot veins, and the hand holding the Magic Wand trembled slightly, uncontrollably.
I was careless! he thought. If my spiritual power had increased by just 0.1 or 0.2, I wouldn't be stuck in this limbo. At least I could have withdrawn in time.
With a fierce glint in his eyes, his perception narrowed, focusing solely on the threads crisscrossing in mid-air and the gradually forming Magic Flying Carpet.
An unknown amount of time passed.
A figure fell heavily to the ground.
Carl rubbed his head and struggled to get up from the ground. He felt as if his head weighed a thousand pounds, and his ears were buzzing.
He reached up to wipe his face, and his palm came away entirely covered in blood.
A bitter smile touched his lips as he glanced at the carpet on the ground beside him, a wave of relief washing over him.
Thankfully, I finally managed to refine it!
I need to get some proper sleep first; we'll see about the rest later!
A revitalized Carl appeared at the edge of the Black Swamp. Two broadswords hung at his waist, one on each side, and a thick pack was on his back.
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"Come out!" Carl called out in a low voice.
The pack on his back trembled slightly. The mouth of the bag opened, and a rolled-up carpet flew out as if it were alive, landing in front of him.
It slowly unfurled, swaying gently as if inviting him to sit on it.
A Magic Flying Carpet!
This Magic Flying Carpet was dark red. To the touch, it felt as soft and smooth as feathers. It hovered in mid-air, its four corners quivering and undulating from time to time, like a mischievous Magic Creature.
Carl stepped onto the carpet. After sitting cross-legged, he immediately occupied most of its area. He couldn't help but shake his head.
It's still using Zero-Circle Magic's Floating Technique, not One-Circle Witchcraft's Flying Skill. Its ability to fly is entirely due to the material's special properties. Fortunately, I can still modify it once I become an Official Wizard.
With a thought, as his spiritual power was consumed, the Magic Flying Carpet vibrated gently and carried him high into the sky.
At an altitude of one hundred meters, the faint breeze from below, usually barely noticeable, had become a howling Gale. He even had the illusion of suffocating from lack of oxygen.
Looking down, the trees, the earth, and the pedestrians all appeared incredibly small, making Carl feel a little dizzy.
He shook his head, suppressing the discomfort.
One hundred meters is about the limit. I could go higher, but the spiritual power consumption would increase significantly.
However... this is enough!
To an observer on the ground, a person one hundred meters in the air would only appear as an inconspicuous black dot. Unless one stared continuously, it was very easy to miss.
With a thought, the Magic Flying Carpet beneath him surged forward against the Gale. The wind howled past his ears, its sound sharp and resonant.
It's slower than a horse but much faster than a normal person sprinting—about the same speed as a Knight's Attendant on a long-distance run. Carl estimated.
With my current spiritual power, without a Potion to supplement it, I can fly at most ten li.
He touched the Magic Flying Carpet beneath him and pointed towards the distance.
The carpet vibrated and accelerated forward.
Simultaneously, a faint halo appeared on the Magic Flying Carpet, and its dark red luster quietly faded away.
Concealing Technique!
With Carl's current abilities, he couldn't achieve true Invisibility, but deceiving the eyes of ordinary people was no problem.