After a dizzying spell in which the world spun around him, Wang Yu abruptly appeared in a corner of the ruins.
He hurriedly steadied himself and swept his gaze around, only then noticing the enormous High Tower standing about half a kilometer away.
The next moment, the ground trembled slightly. A layer of yellow light appeared over the distant High Tower, and amid a thunderous rumble, it tore free of the earth and shot into the sky.
Pfft!
Something high in the sky seemed to be forcibly smashed through, and a pitch-black hole appeared out of thin air.
The High Tower plunged straight into it and vanished in the blink of an eye.
The surrounding space rippled violently. Within a few breaths, the black hole rapidly shrank and disappeared, leaving everything as it had been.
Wang Yu stared at the sight, dumbfounded.
He had originally intended to thoroughly scour the High Tower's other floors. After all, that old monk had spent several hundred years in the Secret Realm, so the tower was bound to hold plenty of treasures.
Never in his wildest dreams had he expected this "Senior Gong" to simply carry off the entire High Tower.
It seemed this tower was far from ordinary, too. Most likely, it was some kind of high-grade magical artifact.
But where was Yuantong now?
Wang Yu swept his gaze around once more, but still saw no sign of the young monk.
It seemed Gong Yue had not teleported the monk to the same spot. He was probably somewhere in another direction.
However, the blood-colored curtain that had originally shrouded these Temple ruins had also disappeared at some point.
Delighted by this discovery, Wang Yu flicked his sleeve and released a stark-white Bone Boat. He leaped aboard and immediately took to the air.
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