Lu Qing's gaze shifted slightly. "A teleportation formation. This one should be a cross-realm teleportation."
Now that his cultivation had improved, his attainments in formations had advanced considerably as well.
At present, he could already tell that the gate itself possessed a teleportation function.
There might truly be nothing behind the gate. What was special was this ancient bronze gate itself.
This gate was neither the grandest nor the most magnificent gate Lu Qing had ever seen, yet the aura of passing years flowing from it—the depth and weight accumulated through ages of history—was something no other object could rival.
As Lu Qing pondered this, he glanced at the gales swirling at the center of the mountain.
With a wave of his hand, a thin layer of Spiritual Power flowed into the surface of the Flying Boat. Formation ripples began to circulate slowly, and with a hum, the formations linked together one after another.
They were all formations Lu Qing had practiced in the past. With Formation Dao Heart and formation divine abilities, he could now casually lay down some formations, though more profound ones still depended upon the foundation of his cultivation. Like a pavilion rising layer upon layer, it could only stand tall if its foundation remained firm and unshaken.
The Flying Boat immediately soared over this side of the cliff.
The gale truly was violent.
When White Crane Boy had flown across, the token itself had released a layer of flowing light that covered all its feathers and protected it. What Lu Qing was doing now followed the same principle.
He himself had no need to worry. After all, he was a Golden Core cultivator. Though once he entered the Inner Sect, he might find Golden Core cultivators everywhere he looked, at least here, these icy gales