Bai Yujun leaned over the railing, gazing out at the endless mountains of the Southern Wasteland.
The gentle breeze carried the wild, primordial scent unique to the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Countless living beings were born within this ancient forest, struggling for food or quietly growing. There was hope, there was sorrow; they slowly aged and returned to the forest soil, life without end, playing out nature's cycle...
White mist rose from the endlessly rolling forests. Birds circled overhead, and beastly roars echoed through the mountains.
Mu sat on Bai Yujun's shoulder, one hand holding a dragon horn, smiling with narrowed eyes. She, too, loved this land brimming with life.
Bai spread her arms, closed her eyes, and breathed deeply of her homeland's air. The breeze tousled the hair by her ears, making her face itch. Her pointed ears caught the gentle sound of the wind, and her white dress fluttered softly. This place lacked the intoxicating splendor of the Heavenly Court in the Immortal Realm, yet its beauty was stunning...
"So wonderful~"
For some reason, her vision flickered, and she saw a tiny earth-yellow Little Broken Ball.
When she opened her eyes again, there was nothing. Lately, she kept dreaming at night that she was lying atop the Little Broken Ball. Whenever she was bored, she would kick it, sending it spinning round and round through the air. She did not know why she liked kicking it; she simply did whatever she wanted.
"If... that Little Broken Ball had forests and seas too, it would be nice~"
"Huh?"
Mu was full of question marks, unable to understand what a Little Broken Ball was.
"It's a ball this big. Mm, yes, about this big. It's really fun~"
Bai used her arms to indicate the ball's size. Feeling that was not clear