Desolate World.
A dazzling blaze dragged a long tail of flame through the barrier.
With a thunderous roar, it tore across the heavens. After falling for some distance, it suddenly arced and flew straight ahead, skimming over land devoid of any trace of life and littered with ancient ruins. The brilliant flames gradually died away. Only after drifting through the void for several years did Bai Yujun return to this old haunt.
She did not pause as she passed over the immense ruins of the Dragon Court, intending to adjust her direction.
After failing several times to line herself up properly, she remembered that she had once used scales to mark the positions of the stars and draw a map of Ring Mountain.
She hurriedly rummaged through her little treasury.
From a corner, she found a dragon scale.
As the saying went, the palest ink was better than the best memory. The ancients had not deceived dragons; it was all experience.
When the Dragon Court had fled here in exile, it had lingered in this place. She also recalled a strange object that had filled even a dragon with unease—the Bronze Sarcophagus dragged here and hidden away. Back then, she had lacked the strength to destroy the evil thing. Now, she wanted to try again and erase it from existence. If that failed, she would simply throw it onto the Sun Star.
There were too many Ring Mountains in the desolate world, and the scenery was nearly identical everywhere. Following the star map, she flew onward with her head down.
But as she flew, she kept feeling that something was off.
She had personally set up the restriction back then: four chains covered in hundreds of talismans. Yet now, she could not sense the restriction at all...
A terrible premonition