Icy wind and rain swept across the world.
In just a few days, Bai Yujun had slaughtered several infiltrators with absolute strength.
Only the Rebel Organization in the Immortal Realm possessed both the motive and the power to do this. They were not targeting the Dragon Sleep Lesser World. The authority granted to Bai Yujun by the Heavenly Edict allowed her to enter and leave any Small World at will, find those wicked intruders who had seized the magpie's nest, and kill them. It did not specify whether she should leave behind a trace of True Spirit for the underworld.
Rumors spread through the Cultivation World that the Demon Dragon of the Southern Wastelands had fallen into madness, and cultivators were beginning to gather in resistance.
At a certain sect.
Bai Yujun slowly floated out of the main hall, her long hair, silk sashes, and brocade ribbons drifting in the air. She wore a white dress, half human and half dragon.
Behind her, the plaque hanging in the sect's main hall hung crookedly before crashing to the ground with a boom. Doors and windows were shattered, couplets torn apart, and ruin covered the floor. The roof was damaged, rain leaking in to soak the injured within. The severely wounded sect master, his face covered in rainwater, glared venomously at the Dragon Girl as she departed.
He clutched a bloodstained swaddling cloth, hating himself for his helplessness...
Heavy rain washed over the stone steps, and the sect disciples were pale with terror.
Bai Yujun, walking through the air, came to a halt.
Her expression was cold as her crimson lips parted.
"Kunlun Ruins are stirring. In the Immortal Realm, the mountain rain is coming and the wind fills the tower. Wicked disciples have caused trouble, entering from beyond the heavens while