Ancient Warship, Lost Civilization's AI

Space warped, rippling like water. Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu materialized out of thin air.

"This is..."

Cheng Lingzhu looked around in surprise.

The straight corridor, about ten feet high, was illuminated by the faint light emanating from the silver-white walls, extending into the distance.

"Is this a secret realm?" Cheng Lingzhu sensed the area.

"We could ask the master of this place," Lu Xuan suggested.

He knocked on the wall a few times. Energy ripples spread across the silver surface, along with Lu Xuan's divine sense.

Moments later, a circle of blue light emerged from the ground where Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu stood, enveloping them. Their figures vanished.