As the sun climbed higher by the day, the pear tree's shadow slowly shifted from the mountain rock to beneath the tree.
When the shade covered the tiny meditating figure, Bai Yujun reconnected her consciousness and opened her eyes. She sensed that her Dao cultivation had improved slightly. Though it was almost negligible at her current level, it was still a good thing.
She rose, put away the soft couch, and walked to the cliff's edge.
The scenery unique to this stretch of mountains and forest was beautiful—one ridge, then another, mountains distant and sky high.
Bai Yujun had traveled a long road and visited many places.
The Myriad Worlds were wondrous, and every different landscape had its own merits. The view before her might not compare to immortal realms or divine mountains, nor did it possess mystical dreamlike radiance. It was simply clear waters and lovely mountains. Bai Yujun liked its naturalness.
"Since I've come to this world, then... building a Dragon Palace is only reasonable."
A Dragon Palace did not have to be deep underwater. This mountain peak was highly suitable. She could feel the wind, touch the clouds and mist, and design it as a Dragon Palace-style Daoist Temple, a place suitable for cultivating the Dao and staying awhile in her leisure time.
First, she closed her eyes and carefully searched for any spirits or monsters living nearby.
Normally, there should have been a mountain god, but this world was remote and barbaric, so naturally there was no appointed mountain god.
Though there was no mountain god, spirits and monsters might still be entrenched here. Some could be noticed by humans and would customarily be regarded as the local masters. Others hid away from the world and never interacted with outsiders. After searching, she found neither spirits