Within the Warp Channel woven from countless rays of light, the Three-Headed Wyvern spread its wings and glided.
On the wyvern's back, Zhen Bei calmly admired the endless streams of light.
"Truly magnificent. A brief moment saves centuries or millennia of travel. Properly used, Immortal Bridge warps can bring leapfrogging development. For now, it seems only Bai Yujun has achieved this. I'm fortunate to witness it with my own eyes. I truly look forward to the future."
The wyvern's three heads looked at one another. It could not understand a word. Sometimes it felt terribly conflicted—of its three heads, not a single one was clever...
Lost in thought, Zhen Bei spotted a figure within the Warp Channel. It looked like the Gray Flood Dragon who had once served under him.
The Gray Flood Dragon watched Zhen Bei, riding the Three-Headed Wyvern, swiftly sweep past.
He knew the campaign against the Demon Realm was about to begin. Though a few days remained, war required many arrangements in advance. Before long, vast fleets would pass through, making this the best time for sabotage. If he found their weakness and set traps, he could destroy hundreds of warships and a hundred thousand soldiers in one stroke. Suddenly, he felt immense pressure. He had yet to discover where the enemy was, and the Gray Flood Dragon was anxious.
About two hours later, four large starships streaked past. Four Innate Deities each presided over the cockpit of a starship...
White Dragon World, Floating Island Immortal Mountain.
Thin mist curled and drifted. Moisture in the valley nourished the moss and tiny wildflowers upon the rocks. The setting sun slanted westward, dyeing the surrounding cliffs a warm red.
When the lingering glow vanished from the cliffside, a certain white dragon who had rested underwater for half the