Southern Borderlands Ancient Village.
The torrential rain that had begun last night had just stopped. The azure sky was clear as a mirror, a brilliant rainbow hung across the heavens, and the bright morning glow spilled down. Everything, washed clean by the rain, carried an otherworldly air.
Having finished breakfast, the villagers had already begun their daily work—pulling weeds, repairing the terraced fields damaged in last night's storm. Their busy lives had begun anew, and no one complained about it.
Veil-like white mist surged as a ferocious figure swept out from the forest. Snow-white scales, a savage yet majestic serpent head, a spine bristling with bone spikes—even its tail was formed from fluffy bone spines, carrying a peculiar beauty.
The Mutant Snake swept through the air only a few meters above the ground. Its enormous body stirred up fierce gusts, ripples spread across the terraced fields, and the grass and trees swayed in the wind. The villagers felt no fear; their eyes were filled with reverence as they looked at the Mutant Snake.
"Sacred Beast..."
Cries rose one after another. The Sacred Beast ensured favorable winds and timely rains for the village. Its passing meant they would not need to worry about this year's harvest. The villagers of the Southern Borderlands were practical people.
Bai looked down at the terraced fields below. Strictly speaking, her relationship with the Southern Borderlands Ancient Village was one of cooperation. She protected the village with favorable winds and timely rains, while the ancient village provided her with food and protection. There was also that supposedly miraculous Power of Destiny, which they had clearly mentioned before, but Bai did not believe in it.
She did not even know she was that impressive!
Wrapped in gusts and thin mist, the white snake soon arrived above the