One day remained.
The planet's departure entered its final countdown. Countless cultivators rejoiced that they could witness with their own eyes the most magnificent and earth-shaking spectacle since World Creation. Unlike those rotten affairs once trumpeted as great but filled with destruction, this was true creation. There was no need to kneel—only heartfelt reverence.
Vast dragon aura filled the void outside White Dragon World. Bai Yujun circled and swam at a pace that appeared slow but was actually incredibly swift. Her low breathing rumbled in her throat like ancient thunder, deep and weighty.
Possessing endless power did not bring ease and freedom.
The greater one's ability, the more one had to bear. Not even the slightest error could be tolerated. Her dragon soul simulated and calculated again and again, checking for omissions and filling gaps. The spectators had no idea how many calculations and adjustments had been made in those brief moments. Only she knew the hardship. Being able to do something and being able to do it perfectly were two entirely different matters.
Mu felt the pressure. Before departure, she had to firmly link White Dragon World to the Primordial Land, preventing any mistake from becoming Bai's burden.
The roots on the immortal island beyond the Heavenly Court were like dragon claws, digging fiercely into the immortal mountain.
What they truly gripped was the Primordial Land, not some tiny immortal island. Mu was delighted that she could help the dragon clan she had raised to maturity achieve the legendary Hun Yuan Wuji and accomplish true creation. No matter how bitter or exhausting it was, it was worth it. Looking at Bai Yujun now, Mu felt deeply gratified. After waiting through endless years, she had finally not failed her entrusted duty.
Whenever Bai Yujun made adjustments, fluctuations occasionally increased in