"The Zhou Tian Star Dou must not collapse."
Bai Yujun looked to the sky and muttered to herself, continuing with what she had been doing.
The aging sun was like the familiar Sun Star. Even in its twilight years, it still contained incomparably vast energy—energy so immense that it filled the gods with fear. Some fled, some hid, and all could only watch helplessly as the catastrophe descended.
Bai Yujun could understand fleeing and hiding. After all, who did not want to live well?
The reason she had survived until today was because she was especially good at lying low—seeking fortune and avoiding disaster, fighting if she could win, running if she could not, and always picking the softest persimmon to squeeze.
But blindly fleeing was not a solution either.
There were times when one had to charge forward bravely.
Bai Yujun had always wanted to ascend to that highest position, and she knew the path was strewn with difficulties.
Even though she could see fragments of the future, she could not know for certain whether she would live or die. Perhaps she could win; perhaps she would become primordial energy and return to the cosmos.
The moment that would decide her fate stood right before her, in this world where land and sky alike had turned fiery red.
"Who would have thought that I, too, would one day become a legend of myth?"
The place where Bai Yujun stood was merely an ordinary hill—nameless, unnoticed, a place few even knew existed. Just like the little snake demon she had once been, it was obscure and unknown.
Heaven and earth were shrouded in a hazy crimson glow. At the very center of the impact, there was actually wind—a scalding, blazing gale.
The wind blew downward from the sky. She had