Bai Yujun was severely lopsided when it came to cultivation and comprehending the Dao.
She specialized in abilities that increased her sense of security and made hunting easier. Making money and guarding her wealth counted as hobbies. She only dabbled in everything else and could not be bothered to study them deeply, often ending up with half-baked techniques—for instance, that half of a Sword Control Technique she once had.
Before mending the heavens, she had secretly made arrangements and scattered countless clones.
Including the Dragon Scale Clone that had assisted Zhen Bei in suppressing the ancient battlefield, because a certain dragon was either too specialized or simply did not care, they had nothing to do after completing their tasks. As time passed, they gradually developed self-awareness.
They were merely scales, or even a breath of dragon qi given form, yet they possessed abundant spirituality and easily gave birth to selves.
Bai Yujun had been frozen within Sky Pillar Peak, unable to move, while most of the many clones she had sent out roamed free and easy. Only a few had dispersed.
At this very moment, in the Netherworld.
A slender figure with a saber slung over her shoulder wandered through the underworld. Dressed like an ordinary Jianghu swordswoman and covered in travel dust, she complained as she walked that the Netherworld was filled with dust and deathly stillness. If she wanted to satisfy her craving for food, she could only eat things like Lycoris Radiata. She had eyed several yin-aspected immortal herbs for a long time, but vicious beasts guarded them, making them difficult to obtain.
With a flower stem between her lips, she wandered about in boredom.
She kicked aside foolish wandering ghosts, passed through an underworld recruiting station gathering ghost soldiers, and the Lost Souls, ghost soldiers, and