At the edge of the Primordial Immortal Realm battlefield.
Bai Yujun successfully became commander of the old army. From then on, the Snake Demon Empire's military became complete: the vast numbers of basic Snake Demon Soldiers and the old army's high-end strength leapt in a single bound to become the strongest force in the Primordial Immortal Realm.
The Dragon-shaped Aura behind her grew increasingly majestic, its claws and fangs sharper still.
Standing amid lightning and thunder, Bai Yujun felt her imperial fortune swell greatly once more.
But it was far from enough. She still had a very, very long way to go before ascending that seat.
It was far from something she could claim merely by winning a struggle for supremacy. At most, victory in such a struggle would make her an overlord. The seat above the Thirty-Six Heavens required more than mere strength. No one knew the exact details, though Bai Yujun had once received the Dragon Court Emperor's instruction in the Kunlun Ruins.
To become the master of the Imperial Lingxiao Palace, one had to endure hardships beyond imagination.
Even Saints could not say for certain that they could accomplish it.
Nor would success necessarily follow after enduring hardship. Danger lurked at every step; one could fail at any moment and vanish into oblivion.
The Ancient Dragon Clan had paid a grievous price for that position. The trials were so arduous that even Mythical True Dragons were unwilling to recall them.
By the same token, if the snake demon race wanted to rise, they too had to pay a price. Every race was the same. Over the next several centuries or millennia, countless snake demons might fall, but only because of that would they earn the right to take the stage. Dignity was carved out through blood and