That should be the Demon Suppression Heavenly Prison.
Xiao Jie flapped his wings, heading towards the floating island. He flew extremely high, deliberately keeping a distance from the Heavenly River below—though unsure of what it truly was, the sense of crisis transmitted by his Spiritual Sense felt like a thorn in his back, as if countless eyes from the riverbed were watching him.
However, as he flew, Xiao Jie realized something was wrong.
The surrounding space was silently contracting, collapsing. He was clearly flying straight ahead, but somehow, as he flew, silver light began to emerge all around. By the time he realized it, he had already fallen into the edge region of the Heavenly River, surrounded by flowing silver light points.
Damn!
