Deep Mountains

Bai Yujun felt that, as a Demon Emperor, traveling through the Hundred Thousand Mountains was difficult.

The higher one's cultivation, the more cautious one had to be. A little mouse could wander through a city for food without anyone caring, without anyone baring blades and gritting their teeth to fight for their life—provided it posed no threat to the city. But if a Tyrannosaurus rex with fangs and claws entered the city, friendship between the two sides was impossible, even if the Tyrannosaurus had only come to admire the scenery and sample some pancakes.

She had fought twice in ten days, and after exchanging blows, discovered that neither side could do anything to the other.

Perhaps another half day of fighting would decide victory, defeat, life, and death, but by then, injuring the enemy by a thousand meant harming oneself by eight hundred. What animal did not have natural enemies watching from all sides? Getting hurt was unwise.

Mist swirled through the valley, waterfalls cascaded, and streams flowed. The scenery was rare indeed.

Waterfalls descended the towering cliffs in tiers. The pools were white as snow, turning deep blue in their depths. Birds sang amid flowering trees, monkeys leaped about, and purple vines bloomed.

After rain fell on the empty mountains, clear springs flowed over stones.

The sound of something tearing through the air grew louder and louder, as though something were falling from the sky...

Boom~!

A humanoid figure smashed into a shallow white pool, bounced up with a spray of water, then rebounded several times with a series of thuds before landing face-down with a splat. Soaked through, it lay motionless in the water.

Judging by its build, it should have been a broad-shouldered, burly man covered in black fur. Who knew what kind of demon he was.