By the Bridge of Helplessness.
Bai Yujun had grown tired of standing and simply sat on the railing. It was made of some unknown material, like bluish stone, with lifelike wandering dragons carved into it. It was a little uncomfortable to sit on. Whether they were souls hurrying to reincarnate before drinking the soup or underworld attendants, all marveled at the female divine general's unrestrained manner.
Sitting on the railing, she listened to Meng Po's endless chatter, much of which she could not understand.
"Other than those vicious ones, divine beasts are actually very beautiful. Phoenixes dance amid rosy clouds across the nine heavens; divine dragons soar through clouds and stir the seas. Qilin, Chongming birds, Bifang... Unfortunately, they are almost never seen anymore..."
At the bridgehead, Bai stared blankly at the fruit rapidly rotting away in her hand.
Meng Po continued speaking.
"Perhaps... ancient species belonged only to the primordial era. They were powerful and terrifying, yet they could not withstand schemes and arrows shot from the dark. To live, one must adapt to the passage of time. Otherwise, one will eventually be mercilessly eliminated."
Bai Yujun agreed deeply with this. Those who could not keep pace with the times were finished.
Yet ancient divine beasts also represented overwhelming, invincible strength. As long as one was cautious enough, vicious enough, and cunning enough, one could always live well. At worst, one could hide away and laugh as the tides rose and fell.
Ancient species had long lifespans and did not fear the limits of lifespan. If they hid well, they could simply watch the spectacle unfold.
She suddenly remembered there were four more of her kind.
"There are still four divine dragons of the Dragon Clan in the seas. Many immortals in the Heavenly Court know of them. It