The giant tiger breathed evenly as it ran at full speed.
With Bai Yujun's help, it had crossed the threshold into becoming a spirit creature in a short time. Its tiger's might grew even stronger, yet it did not know how to rein in the aura of the King of Beasts. Birds took flight in alarm wherever it passed, circling without daring to land, while beasts hid or fled.
Helpless, Bai Yujun could only find a way to lessen the effect first.
The quickest and most trouble-free method was naturally talismans. After all, she had once been a genuine Daoist priest; drawing talismans was practically her profession.
On a pebble-strewn riverbank, she picked out a white stone, jade of rather poor quality.
She carved it down to a suitable size. There was no cumbersome preparation; she simply took a pointed knife and began carving.
Bai Yujun had long reached the realm of returning to simplicity. Anything she did casually was a Dao ordinary people could scarcely comprehend.
She carved now and then.
The scenery streamed backward.
The closer they drew to the mountain range, the fewer villages there were along the way.
Humans preferred fertile lands with abundant yield for settlement. Places with poor yields had sparse populations, barely enough to survive and reproduce. Clearly, the vast primeval mountains ahead had a harsh geographical environment. Fierce beasts and demon beasts could often be seen, and they would soon leave the range of human activity.
They traveled all the way without encountering bandits or Jianghu Martial Artists looking for trouble, nor did they see any cultivators.
Cultivators were few in number throughout the world. Not seeing any was normal.
Afternoon.
The blazing sun hung high overhead, and cicadas chirped in the stifling heat.
As they passed a remote village, she spotted