Little Broken Ball World.
The Floating Mountain scavenged from the ruins brimmed with life—red, yellow, and purple flowering trees, thick vines draping from cliffs, flocks of birds spreading their wings as they circled, quietly floating above a vast sea of clouds.
Crisp footsteps rang out in the magnificent hall.
Bai Yujun brought the phoenix to her own palace. The lavish dragon throne gleamed brightly, and a red carpet, neither too soft nor too hard, ran down the steps.
Four female officials with features similar to Bai Yujun's followed behind her.
She walked up the steps and came before the dragon throne.
She turned gracefully and lounged sideways upon it, crossing one leg over the other.
It felt a little too deserted.
"When the time is right, I should make the world livelier."
She would wait slowly; she needed to become strong enough first. For now, raising birds or watering seedlings was quite nice. She could stare blankly by herself with no one to disturb her. The whole world was hers—who in this world could be so wealthy?
South of heaven, south of the mountains.
In a distant land lay the Southern Wasteland of the Immortal Realm. One mountain held four seasons, and the weather changed every ten li. Great mountains stood with peaks like forests, green waters wound through countless ranges, and rain mist that refused to disperse shrouded vibrant woodlands.
The land where the Jiuli Main Vein had multiplied and thrived for generations, neighboring the even more vast Endless Demon Race World.
A Primitive Mountain Forest beyond the Heavenly Court's jurisdiction.
Midway up the mountain, a village.
Wooden houses stood in neat rows amid curling clouds and mist.
At the cliff's edge, a waterfall thundered.
White water surged through the mountains, then abruptly plunged down a sheer cliff