Bai Yujun adjusted Kunlun Mountain's terrain, forming the foundation of an array.
What came next was exhausting and difficult. She would hide Kunlun Mountain from the Primordial Land—not truly move it into a secret realm. The mountain range would remain where it was, but no longer could just anyone wander through it as before. It could not be seen or touched.
The old White Deer had already gone numb.
Even if something more miraculous happened, he would not be shocked. He had thought he and the old fellows could lend a hand, only to discover they had become utterly irrelevant spectators. They had rolled up their sleeves, only to punch empty air—awkward, with the bewildered unease of somehow being rejected.
Suddenly, there came a strange sensation. Everything looked normal, yet it was rapidly losing contact with the outside world.
At its deepest level lay Kunlun Ruins. What should the outside call it?
Outer Ruins? Kunlun Ruins Ruins?
Fuzhu knew that the Kunlun Mountain visible to outsiders had shrunk, becoming little different from the famed mountains and rivers of mortal nations. Perhaps, if one was lucky, one might occasionally glimpse a mirage. Just as the White Dragon had said, an additional gate had indeed been added.
After hesitating for a moment, he asked,
"From now on, will it be completely sealed off from the outside world...?"
Bai Yujun calmly shook her head.
"No. The Immortal Destiny of those fated to enter cannot be severed. If they are destined, they will naturally be able to enter."
Fuzhu let out a breath of relief.
"That is good, that is good. Dragon Lord, you are kindhearted and virtuous. With you governing the Primordial Land, all living beings of the Primordial Land are truly blessed with Good Fortune."
He did not care in the slightest