The mist mixed with black and gray threads scattered on Jian Wushuang's face along with the wind.
That invisible yet tangible feeling made him realize his current situation.
The Cosmic Boat, which had been traveling across the starry sky, had disappeared. Even all the disciples in the Divine Life Palace had disappeared.
The strong uneasiness in his heart prompted Jian Wushuang to open his eyes, and what he saw was the extreme darkness of the long wind.
It was as if the darkness that had existed since ancient times had covered everything. Even when Jian Wushuang used his divine powers, he could only see a few feet away.
"What is this place? Could it be that I've already arrived at the Land of Sorrows?" Jian Wushuang murmured. However, he remembered clearly that he had been in the Cosmic Boat a moment ago, but now he was in this strange and mysterious world.