No Return

It snowed.

Miserable heavens pressed low upon the earth; bleak snow fell as the drums of three armies shook the wilderness. Armored warriors brandished their weapons, trampling withered grass beneath their feet.

Clad in white and wielding her dragon spear, Bai Yujun slaughtered evil fiends. After cutting down one such fiend, she stood in the sky and gazed northward. The white blizzard gradually boiled, and the Sea of Corpses driven onto the snowfields was melting away.

She felt she should use her innate gift to make the snow fall harder, making it easier for the snow creatures, like a white ocean, to sweep over the rotting corpses.

Her snow-white dragon horns released ripples invisible to the naked eye over a vast range, summoning dark clouds and icy winds to bring wind and snow. Heaven and earth were wrapped in white; harsh winter had arrived.

"Finally quieted down. Time to go back."

She drew a deep breath of icy wind, instinctively growing sleepy and wanting to hibernate.

"So tired~"

Iron armor shattered in fierce battlefield struggles; horses raced beyond the pass, and the golden blades in their sheaths were still wet with blood. Wildfires darkened the land, the sky was overcast, and ghostly cries clamored. The black Sea of Corpses was swallowed by white, while soldiers upon hills and slopes of dead grass were left bewildered after their excitement and fervor.

Atop a grassy slope, Zhe ChangGong, Qiao Jin, and the commanders of the Jiuli army let out breaths of relief.

Once they relaxed, what they felt was profound exhaustion and the pain of their wounds. Looking back on the past few days, the twists and turns had truly been dizzying; there was little joy in victory.

Perhaps the imperial capital would rejoice and celebrate having survived this calamity, but Zhe