Flood

Cultivators across the land read the celestial signs and calculated that a flood dragon would enter the sea through a certain great river.

Whether they were cultivating in deep mountains or living amid bustling cities, once they learned the news, they bought plane tickets and boarded flights or headed for train stations. After gathering together, they rushed to secluded spots along the great river, prepared to witness the greatest miracle in history with their own eyes—to cultivate their hearts, forge good karma, and see clearly.

The vast majority of people in the world had no idea what was about to happen. They went about their lives and work as usual. Aside from the Special Department, only a small number of cultivators knew, fewer than two hundred in total. They would not casually spread news of such a thing. Those fated to know would naturally learn of it or see it. For ordinary people, knowing would only add to their troubles.

The simply dressed cultivators helped one another hold umbrellas as they climbed the mountain through the rain, finding a flat, spacious place overlooking the river to pitch their tents.

Several people who had once met the White Flood Dragon in Kunlun were also there. They told fellow cultivators from elsewhere about their encounter with the Dragon Girl and agreed to pray for the White Dragon together.

Countless people cultivated for a lifetime without ever seeing a dragon. This truly was a blessing earned over three lifetimes.

They could not call her a snake, nor could they call her a flood dragon. They understood that she should be called a dragon. Every day, they kept watch atop the mountain while cultivating diligently.

At the source of the great river.

Bai Yujun flew to the snowy mountains and glaciers. By then, rain