Deep underground, within a pitch-black fissure in the rock.
Bai Yujun seriously pondered whether risking her life for the Dragon Remains was worth it. Hugging her knees, she curled up in a corner and thought deeply.
Her thick jet-black hair trailed across the ground. After squatting there for a long, long time, she picked up a pebble and casually scribbled on the rock before her. When she realized the goal would be difficult to achieve, she had no choice but to reassess it, considering whether the risk was worthwhile. After all, she did not know the true owners of those three Dragon Remains. It was a simple yet complicated choice.
She hesitated, looking ahead and behind, unable to decide.
After a while, she tossed away the pebble and let out a long breath. Rising to her feet, she patted her little hands and smoothed her long skirt.
"Phew~ Since I'm already here, I have to do something. I'll do my best. The holders of those Dragon Remains weapons have used them to suppress the Lineage's fortune for countless years. It is time to let the Dragon Remains rest."
Fortune was an elusive, intangible notion. Some claimed that true treasures could bring prosperity to a Lineage and safeguard one's immortal path. Others said it was all smoke and mirrors, that cultivation depended on one's own efforts rather than treasures, and that fortune was utter nonsense.
The Sang Lineage used Dragon Remains weapons to suppress its fortune, gathering the earth energy of dragon veins to create a Feng Shui Treasure Land. Very few knew of it.
A certain white dragon felt it was time to put an end to it.
She stepped forward, leaving a duplicate behind where she stood.
Bai Yujun looked at the duplicate identical to herself and nodded. She