C415 Thirty Thousand Miles in the Zhengwen?

A gust of cold wind blew past. Xiao Yan slowly opened his eyes. The scene in front of him made him feel incomparably shocked. It was as if there was no end to the black river. An ancient bridge that seemed to be made by heaven fell on top of the black river. As far as the eye could see, at the place where the Heavenly Water met, a yellow moon was floating on the surface of the water