The way the twenty-six dragons looked at Bai Yujun had clearly changed.
There was less suspicion and more awe and trust.
Bai Yujun returned, tossing the little ball she had just kneaded between her hands before the men, women, old, and young. It scared the dragons out of their wits, for fear that the ball would break through its seal, regain the enormous body of a Chaos God-Demon monster, and start another battle. Dragons were naturally brave, that was true, but Ordinary Dragons did not dare underestimate an expert Half a Step Hun Yuan. Even courage had to be measured against one's own strength.
Fortunately, Bai put the ball away, storing it in the General Store alongside the goods.
"Keep moving."
With that, she led the way ahead, and the dragons hurried after her. Their minds were still dwelling on the earlier battle; merely watching from the side had allowed them to comprehend countless cultivation problems. Every movement and gesture seemed to contain deeper meaning...
The road ahead was exceedingly dull. They encountered only one Chaos God-Demon, and it had been a very weak one.
After drifting for an age, they finally arrived at the crack in the Dust Cloud. Tears welled in the old dragons' eyes. The Primordial Immortal Realm, from which they had been separated for hundreds of millions of years, lay before them. They had thought they would never return, and had nearly forgotten just how vast their homeland was.
The parents carrying children woke the Young Dragons with a pat. How could they sleep soundly with snot bubbles swelling from their noses at such an important moment? This would be the most precious memory of their lives.
Bai Yujun stopped at the exit of the crack and frowned as she observed it.
It seemed...
The crack