Two villages.

On the floating island.

Ancient trees towered into the sky, and the mist was like a waterfall.

The soles of their feet were as soft as a velvet carpet, and the rancid smell lingered on them ... Qiao ciguang and the others trudged forward with grave expressions.

They had already been walking in this dense forest for a day and a night, but they had not discovered anything.

It was as if the entire forest was boundless.

If it wasn't for the fact that everything he saw along the way had subtle differences, he would almost suspect that he was actually spinning in the same place.

Su zhentian and Shi Wanli were still fine. After all, they were disciples of famous sects and had firm hearts.

However, the wandering cultivators who followed them were already exuding a depressed and suspicious aura.

Fretful emotions spread through the crowd.

At this moment, the road ahead suddenly opened up, and a village appeared.