After reaching the Paramount level, Yang Qi flew as high into the sky as he could, then remained there until night fell. The experience gave him a lot of enlightenment. And although he couldn’t pierce through the void here, he was at least capable of incredible speed.

It only took an incense stick’s worth of time to fly out of the dense mountains and back to the mines. Before, that trip would have taken hours.

As of now, the speeds attainable by Quasi-Gods were snail-like to him.

In fact, compared to him, Quasi-Gods could do little more than glide. Part of that was due to the fact that they couldn’t meet the godpower requirement, and also because flying, and dealing with the winds, were fundamentally difficult.

Even ordinary Lesser Gods couldn’t fly particularly fast. At best, they might turn into a beam of light that shot off into the distance. As for Yang Qi, he could become a black streak that moved without...