Bai Yujun flew across countless rivers and mountains in an instant.
That surging great river where she had once undertaken the Flood Dragon's Journey and transformed into a dragon welcomed wind and rain once more. No one noticed the graceful figure now standing alone atop a lofty cliff, clouds and mist wrapped around her.
Three Gorges, a place that had left behind endless poetry for a thousand years.
The river's roar flowed beneath the brush; the sail shadows of ancient dynasties seemed still before her eyes, while layered mountains connected to the azure sky.
As expected, it began to rain.
Unless Bai Yujun deliberately controlled the weather, rain had become commonplace. Cold and damp, it nevertheless washed the dust from cliffs and trees, revealing their original colors.
Returning to this old place again, she vaguely felt as though her Flood Dragon's Journey and dragon transformation had happened only yesterday. Thinking on it now, it seemed fate had pushed her to undergo that transformation here on Earth, allowing her to evade her enemies' obstruction. Had she undertaken the Flood Dragon's Journey in the Primordial Immortal Realm, the various powerful figures would likely have learned of it the moment she entered the water.
That was a place where the strong devoured the weak. No one cared if a species went extinct, nor did anyone care about animal protection.
Forget transforming from a flood dragon into a dragon—she might have met a vicious end after swimming only a hundred or two hundred miles.
Sometimes, she thought that although she could manipulate fate, she was within it as well.
She landed atop a mountain and found a huge boulder.
She sat upon it, arms wrapped around her knees, chin resting on her forearms. Her dragon tail casually coiled around the rain-polished, smooth stone. Dispelling