Frost still lay outside the door.
There was no safe route through the Gloomy Cold Land. To pass through, there were only two possibilities: either one was strong enough, or one was lucky enough. Trying to use vast numbers of cannon fodder to find a route was pure fantasy. Perhaps the safe passage of the grandfather and grandson through the Gloomy Cold Land would make that damned deathtrap lively beyond measure.
A cold lamp illuminated a lonely night. It was rare for her to suffer insomnia.
After thinking for a moment, she remembered that today seemed to be New Year's Eve once again...
Sigh, time passed so quickly...
Her body remained utterly still as her consciousness descended into the Little Broken Ball World and climbed the restored Floating Mountain.
There was no wind. The sunlight was warm, and melting spring snow dripped from the palace roofs like spring rain.
The setting sun slanted over sparse bamboo; lingering snow lay scattered amid chaotic mountains.
The stone paths of Floating Mountain twisted and turned, its towers, pavilions, terraces, and gazebos like a painted realm. They were all Bai Yujun's divine palace—indeed, the whole world was. Only she could come here. Sitting on the railing and watching the mist bring dampness with it, she could tell that spring was truly coming. Flocks of birds flew around Floating Mountain.
"So nice..."
She did not need to think about the changes at the top levels of the Immortal Realm, nor pay attention to demons and devils.
She could spend New Year's Eve easily and be a quiet, qualified Creator God. Though speaking of which, she was rather unqualified.
She turned back to look at the divine palace, comparable to the Heavenly Court.
It seemed there were quite a few more Innate Deities. The deities born