Pillar of Yita

Above is covered by clouds, and through the gaps in the mist, one can vaguely see the cliffs descending layer by layer below, where there are some huge chasms and still bays.

Fang Hong roughly estimated the width of those places, at least enough to conceal more than one Class Five or lower warship.

He really didn’t know how the Grand Princess managed to clear this place; it was essentially a magnificent natural labyrinth below...

”They are over there,” the Little Fatty of the Shield of Lufu pointed in a direction and told him.

Fang Hong followed the other’s finger and realized that place was not too far away.

The edge of the land on Tansnier’s side is a bit like layers of weathered shale; the cliffs above are vertical, but below, it is like an inverted pyramid—a collapsed structure formed by exfoliating layers of rock, resembling the foundation of a suspended castle—some places even formed sharp spires.

But even these spires, with the smallest having a diameter of at least a thousand meters, literally resemble an inverted Giant Mountain.

Yet this is only the edge of the Land Ridge.

Fang Hong knew that the Floating Continent was far from being this ’thin’. Further below, the deepest part of the ancient Colin Ishurian Continent could be hundreds of kilometers deep. As everyone knew, the base of the Floating Continent lay above the Abyssal Sea, and almost no one knew what lay directly below the continent.

But even just the edge area is convoluted enough to cause a headache.

And the place Wu Xiaopang pointed to was at most only a few hundred meters away from them,

to their right on the recessed mountain wall, where an artificial structure protruded—Fang Hong took a closer look and discovered that it was a floating pier, a temporary floating bridge basically prepared for the mooring of wing ships, but upon careful inspection, there were no people on the pier, nor any shadow of ships moored nearby.

”Occasionally, you can see people on the pier,” Little Fatty replied, ”just those Guardians.”

”How are we going to get there?” Fang Hong asked.

”’Fly’ over,” Wu Xiaopang gestured and replied.

”How to ’fly’?” Fang Hong looked at him somewhat unexpectedly.

Wu Xiaopang turned around, and at his indication, a member of the Shield of Lufu took out a vest-like thing from the backpack and placed it in front of them.

”Winged Backpack.” Fang Hong saw the magic-guided interface on the vest and immediately recognized what it was.

”This is an improved version,” Wu Xiaopang picked up the backpack and demonstrated, ”Ordinary winged backpacks use elemental feathers stimulated from the Main Core Crystal, which can only glide. This winged backpack has foldable solid wings, although it’s a bit heavier, it can fly.”

”Flapping Machine?” Fang Hong immediately understood the principle of this thing.

Little Fatty nodded.

”Are there so many of these?” Fang Hong asked again.

”We have spares, we’re just seven people, more than enough,” Wu Xiaopang said confidently.

”Wait a moment.”

Elisa glanced at the needle-thin pier in the distance, her face not looking good. She pointed there: ”I mean, that’s not the main point, right? You mean we have to fly over?”

As she said this, the Papalarians also felt their legs go weak.

”Uh... I’ll stay here and keep watch...”

He looked at the distance between the two points—three to four hundred meters at most, and it wasn’t as if they were walking on flat ground, below was a swirl of clouds and mist. If one accidentally flew off course, there wouldn’t even be a foothold on this cliff.

As for where they would fall, probably only God knows.

Parker looked at the endless blue under the cloud layer with a pale face, while Gita’s little face was also white, lightly biting her lip.

Honestly, Fang Hong himself felt a bit scared inside; he couldn’t help but glance at these people, wondering when the Shield of Lufu had become so crazy.

Only Xiangzi held the sword, his dark eyes shimmering with eager light, as if very interested in this.

But Wu Xiaopang shook his head: ”Don’t worry, it’s very safe. We’ve tested it.”

”You’ve tested it?”

”A few times at night, we quietly flew over. If the other party’s level wasn’t too high, we might have acted back then,” Wu Xiaopang replied.

”How did you come back?” Elisa asked incredulously.

”There’s something called a Fixed-Point Teleportation Scroll, the big boss probably knows, right?” Wu Xiaopang turned back, looking at everyone and asking.

Fang Hong nodded.

That was actually a spell like the Blink of an Energy Angel, just used differently. He suddenly understood how the other party did it. Fixed-Point Teleportation Scrolls have several levels; the ones over a thousand meters are almost exorbitant, but the ones below a thousand meters, especially those for four or five hundred meters, aren’t unaffordable.

And if it’s those that require pre-setting coordinates to use, they’re even cheaper.

So they simply set this platform as the coordinate, then used a five-hundred-meter-grade Fixed-Point Teleportation Scroll to return from the other side with ease. Wu Xiaopang’s team is barely ten people; even if they all went, the round trip would be just over ten thousand Lycel’s cost.

”Unfortunately, the Fixed-Point Teleportation Scroll needs to have coordinates set beforehand to use, and they were worried about being discovered by leaving a Magic Mark over there,” Little Fatty licked his lips, answering regretfully, ”otherwise, setting a coordinate over there wouldn’t require so much hassle.”

He continued, ”Boss, everyone gets a set of winged backpacks, each has a Fixed-Point Teleportation Scroll, if you fly off course, don’t worry, just teleport back. And our position here is higher, flying over is actually not difficult. We’ve tested it several times; just be careful with the turbulence in the middle, it’s usually manageable.”