Before Lingxiao Palace.
The assembly of gods was still underway. Bai Yujun emerged from the palace gates, holding the Heavenly Edict and her letter of appointment.
As she crossed the threshold, she paused slightly.
She turned back to look at the golden plaque hanging above the palace, then glanced at the two rows of civil and military officials standing outside. She had only just reached the highest seat of power in all realms after a full thousand years of climbing, yet in the blink of an eye she had to leave for the remotest, most desolate North Heavenly Gate—the wind-and-snow-wailing, pitch-black Gloomy Cold Land.
Called a guardianship, it was in truth imprisonment.
Beyond the gates lay the Gloomy Cold Land, cold enough to freeze souls and winds sharp enough to erode bones—an impassable realm for gods, immortals, demons, monsters, and ghosts. In truth, it was a shattered world left after an ancient war, where endless ages had bred strange monsters that harassed the Heavenly Gate.
Bai Yujun had always remembered.
What Old Black Tortoise had said.
The fact that she could cross the Gloomy Cold Land must never be revealed.
Ordinary immortals and gods could only remain within the bounds of the Heavenly Gate. Stepping beyond meant enduring pain and danger. Only Mythical True Dragons and other divine beasts could rely on their formidable bodies to stand guard outside, like Old Black Tortoise, who guarded the gate with the incredible defense of his shell.
As for herself...
She lowered her head to look at the immortal armor on her body. This thing was not much use.
What she relied on were the ridged scales covering her dragon body.
She shrugged.
If the gods knew that Bai Moulong feared neither the wind nor snow of the Gloomy Cold Land, they would