The teleportation glow inside the floating fortress lasted only about a dozen heartbeats.
The spatial technology of that fallen empire was quite formidable.
Zong Shen stood beside the main control crystal, while the Black-Winged Tyrant was held within a confinement force field near the porthole by a guiding beam.
There was enough room inside the fortress to accommodate her.
Under the dim blue radiance, the Black-Winged Tyrant's enormous dragon body appeared exceptionally silent.
Through one of the reinforced crystal portholes, she watched as the lush scenery of the Tranquil Forest outside eventually turned into a chaotic stream of light during the teleportation.
This was a spatial transition that surpassed ordinary teleportation.
The entire fortress was like a stone cast into water, speeding toward its designated coordinates amid ripples in space.
The Black-Winged Tyrant's molten-gold vertical pupils stared unblinkingly out the window.
She could vaguely sense the laws of space in the distance being forcibly disturbed.
She simply could not understand what kind of power this was.
She had once seen stable portals constructed by human mages, but compared to what she was experiencing now, they were like a stream beside an ocean.
Unfortunately, the power sealed within her body prevented her from sensing even the slightest fluctuation of mana. She could only passively experience this movement.
She once again realized that everything she had once relied on—whether the power of a high-ranking legend or the authority of a dragon lord—was laughably fragile before this human capable of wielding such a creation.
The transition was extremely smooth, with none of the usual teleportation dizziness.
When a clear scene reappeared beyond the window, they were no longer above the Tranquil Forest.
In its place stood a vast, dim forest that seemed capable of swallowing all light.
The trees in this forest grew