As Zhang Chen transformed back into a stream of water, this time he clearly felt a difference. The water, though still a stream, now possessed the characteristics of Yellow Spring Water and Weak Water. Most importantly, the stream now had the ability to flow independently.

The stream moved across the floor, flowing back and forth.

Although the flow wasn't fast, reaching only the speed of an average person's run at its peak, it was still a significant improvement.

Crucially, Zhang Chen felt that with the characteristics of Divine Water, the air temperature no longer affected him.

The stream silently flowed into the corner of the room, then slipped into a crevice, compressing itself into a hidden mass. The next moment, the water transformed into vapor, forming a faint, light wisp. As a gust of wind blew through, the mist seemed suspended in mid-air, unaffected by the draft.

"It's the characteristic of Weak Water, negating the effects of any force." Zhang Chen floated in the air, feeling that his Divine Techniques were somewhat defying the natural order.

The next moment, he saw the mist he had become start to drift upwards, moving freely against the wind, gliding through every corner of the room.

"After transforming into mist, my fastest speed is exactly the same as my full sprinting speed." Zhang Chen's form flickered, and the mist settled in mid-air, morphing back into his appearance, sitting directly on a chair:

"The most critical aspect is that my means of escape have greatly increased; there are probably very few places in this world that can trap me."

"The crucial aspect is that, with the characteristics of Divine Water, I no longer fear interference from the external natural environment. But if I'm in a county town, transforming into mist during broad daylight would be quite conspicuous, as a wisp of fog suddenly drifting by would seem odd. However, in the mountains, especially those shrouded in clouds and mist, it would be the perfect cover."

Sitting on the table, Zhang Chen felt that his escape abilities had become overwhelmingly strong.

"I'm too strong! From now on, I can roam freely," Zhang Chen muttered to himself, carefully examining the Golden Finger Interface, then focusing his gaze on Annotation Two:

[Annotation 2: If subjected to a force exceeding the bearing limit, the user will revert to human form]

"A maximum blow, huh?" Zhang Chen mused, realizing that the so-called limit was actually the upper threshold of his own strength. For instance, if he was at the fourth tier of Light of the True God, the maximum attack he could withstand was also of the fourth tier. Below that level, any force was ineffective against him. However, if he suffered a fourth-tier attack, he would need to revert to his original state to confront the opponent.

But given the concealment of his transformation, who would bother attacking a puddle on the ground?

Moreover, the primary value of this skill lies in escaping, making it possible to flee from seemingly inescapable places. That's the real use of the skill, not for combating others.

Zhang Chen pondered the Transformation Technique, finding no disappointment in Annotation Two. After all, with the characteristics of Divine Water, to deal a damaging max blow, the force level would have to match or exceed his own.

Zhang Chen grew more delighted at this thought; his skill was truly heaven-defying. As long as he wasn't killed in one blow, he could seize the opportunity to escape.

Furthermore, the mist could drift into high sky; if he encountered an enemy, he could find a way to delay them for a while. By the time he floated into the sky, even if the opponent was more formidable, they couldn't do anything to him.

Zhang Chen stood by the window, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, feeling a surge of longing.

Roaming freely in the sky is an irresistible human instinct.

"With the night dark as it is, it's the perfect time for me to test this skill."

He transformed into a wisp of mist, squeezing through the window crack, floating straight into the high sky.

A wisp of mist isn't conspicuous to begin with, and with the cover of night, unless someone specifically looks for it, Zhang Chen felt he would remain undetected.

Zhang Chen soared directly upward, the higher he went, the more the gale intensified, yet it couldn't sway the mist he'd become. Zhang Chen, as mist, freely traversed through the air current layers, ignoring the seven or eight-level winds as if they were nothing.

Zhang Chen floated higher and higher, eventually reaching thousands of meters. Looking down at the earth, he saw the silent mountains, seemingly covered in a silver-white veil.

Raising his head again, Zhang Chen glanced at the moon in the sky, with a thought in his mind, continuing to ascend. However, after climbing several more thousand meters, the mist stopped, suspended in the void.

At this moment, a fierce tempest raged in the void, with airflow reaching the entry-level.

"This gale's power has already reached the entry level, yet I still haven't seen this world's atmosphere. How tall could this world's atmosphere be?" Zhang Chen showed a trace of contemplation in his eyes, and facing the first-tier strong wind, his speed remained undiminished, continuing upwards. Yet after another kilometer of ascent, the wind's power reached the second tier, howling in the air yet unable to affect the mist, and at this point, Zhang Chen halted his action.

"The higher I ascend, the stronger the gale gets. By the end, perhaps there's a twelfth-tier gale, yet still no sight of this world's atmosphere. Could it be that this world has no atmosphere? Or is it not spherical? Or not round at all?"

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