At this moment, the two were flying at an extremely high altitude. If a Mahayana Realm cultivator were to attempt this, it would take at least half an hour to reach such heights.

The sea of clouds beneath them appeared as a distant white blur.

Falling from such a height was no laughing matter.

It wasn't uncommon for cultivators with lower realms, who had just learned to fly or used magical treasures to fly too high, to fall to their deaths when they ran out of true essence.