The Underground Palace was thick with poisonous mist.
Yet deep within the hazy poison fog, rosy clouds swirled, their flowing radiance dazzling and resplendent.
The fusion of the two was profoundly jarring. Bai Yujun felt it resembled the aurora found only in lands of extreme cold—dreamlike and brilliant. Upon a high platform stood a Divine Stone three stories tall, crystalline and translucent. Every moment, endless changes unfolded within it. Perhaps after years upon years of poison seeping in, gray blemishes had formed.
A half-human, half-scorpion monster clung to the Divine Stone, practicing Breath Control.
Bai Yujun had an inexplicable fondness for sparkling, beautiful things. As the saying went, whoever saw it got a share. If they talked things out reasonably, there would always be a reward...
The monster's lair had been managed for many years; the risks were immense.
Bai Yujun approached cautiously and slowly, hiding in the shadows. The closer she got, the slower she moved. At first, she covered one zhang in a day and a night; by the end, it took three days to advance a single inch.
An assassin needed patience.
For now, she would bring the patience and persistence etched into her genes to their utmost limit.
Every living thing had its own strengths. Venomous snakes were naturally suited to being assassins. Back then, Bai Moulong had been a killer renowned across a region. Now, she was merely switching to a larger target.
More than a month had already passed. Within the poisonous mist, she could clearly make out the details and traits of the old monster's body.
Perhaps to better absorb the Divine Stone's spirituality, the old monster's shell had opened slightly, revealing flesh within that glowed with a mysterious luster. It was using that inexplicable Divine Stone to reshape its flesh, which gave