Bai Yujun felt that she had become a true god.
The flames spilling from her eyes vanished, and a Universe Star Chart emerged within her pupils. Her innate gifts had been strengthened as never before—truly One Glance, Ten Thousand Years.
She opened her eyes.
Seas turned to mulberry fields flashed through her gaze, and she saw the future without the slightest obstruction.
She spoke to herself.
"I am... a dragon."
She raised a hand and carefully studied her slender, pale fingers, their sharp nails withdrawn. She was calm and composed.
In the distance.
Mu Duo, seated atop a colorful butterfly's back, frowned.
Little White had become somewhat unfamiliar. Mu Duo did not know whether it was an illusion, but after absorbing the power of the Myriad Worlds, every movement she made carried divine grace. Her eyes were frighteningly tranquil. Mu Duo almost reflexively recalled an old saying: Heaven and earth are heartless, treating all things as straw dogs...
After gaining the power of the Myriad Worlds, the Primordial Land fell still.
Perhaps a long time passed, or perhaps it was only an instant.
Bai Yujun's chest rose and fell as she breathed, and a faint breeze suddenly swept across the Primordial Land. In the silent world, the sound of her breathing was exceptionally clear.
Mu Duo unconsciously clenched her hands, fearing that what she dreaded would become reality.
Whether in the past or in the future, Mu Duo preferred the Little White who carried shelves on her back and peddled goods. She liked the White Dragon who was greedy, food-loving, and lazy. That was the living, breathing Little White.
She did not want her to become an emotionless, indifferent god.
Just as Mu Duo worried, Bai Yujun turned to look at her and smiled with narrowed eyes.
Mu Duo finally