In the sky where there was no sunlight, streaks of red light appeared and connected with each other, like a dense net that wanted to trap everyone.
"Go ashore!" Jian Wushuang immediately made a decision and took the lead to step into the ground of the Whirling Heaven.
Chun Qiu followed closely behind. A hint of hesitation flashed through Zheng Ying's eyes, but she also followed.
The rest of the people followed the skinny purple-robed man and jumped onto the shore.
The Whirling Heaven was no different from any other Small Heaven. The only difference was that it was filled with blooming lotus flowers. Looking at it, one would feel extremely relaxed and happy.
As Jian Wushuang and the others went ashore, the bandits who had escaped earlier all fell from the clouds.