She lightly flicked her hand, shaking off the ash.
Picking up the tattered cloak, she tore it apart and twisted it into little cloth bundles. Dressed in black and hooded, Bai Yujun walked gracefully to the door, reached out, and let the Demon-Breaking Attribute unique to dragon claws slowly tear apart the restrictions on the chamber door.
The door opened on its own, and her long, slender legs carried her to the edge of the Rift Valley cliff.
She removed her hood, turned sideways, and craned her neck to look around. After surveying the gloomy black market above and below, her red lips curled in a cold sneer.
She saw countless ugly Demonic Beasts, savage evil ghosts, Evil Immortals and wicked gods steeped in sinister energy. Death and evil filled the place. Wherever light could not reach, there would always be shadowy corners where evil and filth gathered and bred.
"Heh, Yin Absolute Dead Land. What a fine place indeed."
She raised an arm.
Her slender jade hand opened, and dozens of spheres the size of glass marbles scattered outward.
The little spheres were wrapped in scraps of demonic cloak.
She turned, put on her hood, and vanished into the darkness. Behind her, in the underground Rift Valley black market, dozens of little spheres drifted and scattered everywhere. That tattered cloak was no piece of junk, but a true treasure with concealing properties. Even the torn scraps could serve a purpose. What a pity—but Bai Yujun had never made treasures the pursuit of her life.
"A gift for you all, carefully brewed and compressed over several days. Don't disdain it."
For days, black clouds had gathered without yielding rain.
The vast amount of lightning within had been collected and compressed by Bai Yujun.
Since she was here anyway.
She had