The Weikong warship had been scrapped. Fortunately, the teleportation array formation was still intact.
Yang Tian and Ting Ling walked out from the array formation. In front of their eyes were a mess of crushed stones. The crushed stones were engraved with runes. Clearly, they were the stones used to construct the Weikong warship.
“Peng ~”
Ting Ling raised his hand and sent the crushed stones in front of him flying, revealing a passage.
Walking out of the rubble, what appeared before Yang Tian and the others was an incomparably peculiar scene.
In the sky, there were funnel-shaped colorful clouds. Below them, there was a tall pillar-shaped platform. No one knew what it was used for. In the divine realm, this kind of tall pillar-shaped platform was known as the heavenly pillar. Between the heavenly pillars, there were many exquisite milky-white palaces evenly distributed.
