Once an anomaly persisted long enough, it became normal.
Another dragon-shaped pattern had appeared among the dark markings on the moon. At first, people panicked, but with time, they grew accustomed to it.
After all, life had to go on. No one had the time to worry about a moon they could not reach. Other than providing an extra topic of conversation at night, it had no effect whatsoever. Of course, aside from cultivators practicing yin-aspected techniques, nobody cared.
The more one ate, the longer digestion required. After consuming an ocean of Emperor's Flowing Sap and moonlight, sleeping for ten or even a hundred years was perfectly normal.
The years hurried by, bringing several bitter winters.
Beneath the osmanthus tree, tiny blossoms drifted leisurely down, adorning the diamond-shaped dragon scales.
Bai Yujun lay coiled upon the ground, her dragon head in the center and tail on the outside. Occasionally, her nostrils opened and closed, her breath stirring a light breeze, but she remained otherwise motionless. The yin attribute of her immense dragon body grew ever denser...
At the end of the bitter winter, on a distant Daoist Mountain.
The slanting sun sealed the remaining snow. The cold river was clear beneath the evening sky. Huge lotus leaves, broad as floating islands, revealed their green amid the snow, while white-ribbon waterfalls poured from their edges, their vapor rising into clouds and mist. Though remnants of snow remained, there was no chill. Immortal Cranes and egrets hunted koi in the lakes atop the lotus leaves.
Passing through the clouds and mist, the mountain's countenance unfolded. The scenery was like a painting, with snow burying old trees and concealing moss.
Looking into the distance, countless ravines and cliffs held Azure Nether's jade halls, steeped in the divine charm of the Daoist Principle