I have helped the story of time embark on its next life.
This time, I want to ask you for a little help."
Yu Ziqing shouted, his voice echoing into the distance.
The great river surged, and in the countless flower fields on the other side, a sinister wind blew through, causing large red petals to fall, swirling in the wind towards this side.
The petals clustered and transformed, becoming pale arms, each grasping another, weaving rapidly, forming a long bridge made of arms, spanning across the great river.
It seemed quite respectful.
Yu Ziqing bowed slightly, gripping the old stump duster pole, stepping onto the long bridge of arms.
In an instant, Yu Ziqing's left foot flew out of Freedom Heaven, screaming and flying backward.
After landing, his form couldn't even coagulate, constantly emitting black smoke.
Lou Huai startled, quickly jumped out, fortunately, Yu Ziqing stepped out with his left foot first this time, allowing Freedom Heaven to suffer the misfortune.
