Ryu glided from tree to tree. The miraculous feeling of one's body feeling as light as a feather was so foreign to him that he almost laughed out loud. Was this what it meant to be a cultivator? How amazing.
While he trained his Martial Forms, he had avoided using his Heavenly Wind. He knew it would give him an unfair advantage in mastering certain Forms, so he banned it from himself all together. But, now that he had unleashed it to the best of his abilities, he felt so free.
The truth of the matter was that what limited Ryu's speed right now wasn't the Heavenly Wind. If it was up to the Wind, Ryu would already be as fast as a lower level Immortal Cultivator even at the Awakening realm. Unfortunately, it was Ryu's body that couldn't handle such speed. If he tried, he would disappear into a cloud of meat paste.