The collapsed Dragon Gate had lost its majesty.
"I don't know who did this. I'm weak, but don't let me grow strong enough one day. Otherwise, my dragon flames, Bai Yujun's dragon flames, will burn your filthy, wretched souls to ashes!"
Cowering was only temporary, forced by circumstances. One day, she would make all existence tremble before her dragon fangs and claws!
Perhaps Bai Yujun's fierce resolve had stirred the gray, deathly silent world. A ripple conveyed encouragement and support to her, though it came in fragments too indistinct to hear clearly.
She circled the enormous crater and the ancient, mysterious, damaged Dragon Gate, observing them.
Yet what she felt in her heart was sorrow and rage. This world had once been alive, brimming with vitality. If there had been a Dragon Gate, then dragons must have lived here. Oceans, forests, grasslands, glaciers—rain nourishing moss, birds, and beasts. Life had flourished with the rhythm of magnificent living things, beautiful and awe-inspiring.
The oceans had dried up, and boundless forests had been consumed by fire. The world had gradually died.
The Dragon Gate had fallen from the clouds.
After crashing down, the ancient and mysterious Dragon Gate had smashed out a vast, barren Ring Mountain. Dust and ashes filled the sky. Having seen Dragon Gates before, Bai Yujun knew perfectly well that one would never be destroyed for no reason. It must have suffered a powerful external blow.
Perhaps it had been devils, perhaps gods. Whoever it was would surely suffer the flames of vengeance!
Thud.
Standing at the edge of the crater, she knelt before the Dragon Gate.
She kowtowed three times in succession, offering a small rite to the fallen Dragon Gate.
Perhaps this act had won its approval. Once more, she sensed ripples from the World Will on