Bai Yujun led Qiu Qi and the Gray Flood Dragon as they waited quietly in the void beyond the heavens.
The Great World was vast beyond measure. As long as they stayed away from drifting meteorites, they would scarcely encounter cultivators. Qiu Qi blocked the direct sunlight to avoid the searing heat, until the sun was gradually obscured by the immense Great World, like a diamond ring upon a finger, before vanishing completely into darkness. She then maintained the temperature to ward off the cold. Though temperature changes meant nothing to the White Dragon, Six Wings had once said that it was a matter of attitude.
Bai controlled the little snake and had it descend into the mortal realm.
She searched every suspicious location and quickly found the Ancient Desolate Fierce Beasts within a resplendent temple at the very heart of the Capital of Liu Kingdom.
Some of the Ancient Desolate Beasts had cooperated with the Western Teachings, while others were muddleheaded and had no idea what was happening. Among the wounded fierce beasts, one had a beautiful feather embedded in its back. The feather radiated a halo of light that caused the beast agony. Another had a lotus growing from its chest, its power ceaselessly drained by the strange flower.
The gray snake continued slithering and spotted those vicious, glaring burly men in a secluded treasure hall in the rear courtyard.
They made little effort to conceal their tracks, as though they did not care in the least whether they were discovered. Commoners in the front hall knelt and kowtowed amid curling incense smoke, while fierce beasts and baleful fiends hid in the rear courtyard.
It climbed up a tree, slipped from a branch onto the wall, crawled along the wall in circles, and made its way onto the