Traveling the Mountains and Rivers

Divine mountain, white dragon coiled around it—the sight was peerlessly exquisite.

The cultivators on the distant glacier were delighted and thrilled. They had witnessed with their own eyes an enormous white dragon winding nimbly around the handsome snow-clad peaks. That shock was difficult to describe in words. For countless years, they had yearned for divine dragons yet never truly seen one. Then, one had suddenly appeared, as though they had instantly found their totem, found their faith—their own faith.

"Roar~!"

Dragon's Roar echoed between the sacred snow peaks, stirring the sea of clouds into rolling waves.

The weather improved, and white mist filled Kunlun Mountain. The peaks resembled islands in an immortal realm, suspended above a sea of clouds. The white flood dragon gave a light push and glided into the cloud sea, lowering her head to plunge into the white clouds before raising it again and shooting out. Her long body wound and crawled, appearing and vanishing by turns, carrying far more divine charm than the folk dragon dances.

At times like this, the cultivators showed their cleverness, knowing exactly what to say as they cried out one after another.

"Dragon~!"

"True dragon~ Divine dragon~ Favorable winds and timely rain, peace and prosperity for the nation and its people~!"

Bai Yujun, frolicking in the sea of clouds, heard their blessings and prayers. She turned and nodded three times at the cultivators. Good for you, good for me, good for everyone.

She dove into the white clouds again and did not emerge for a long while. Everyone thought the divine dragon had already left.

Suddenly, the white dragon leaped high into the air, sending mist soaring with her. After vaulting skyward, she traced an arc and plunged back into the cloud sea, roaming freely through Kunlun Mountain, thanking the ancestor