Suppression.
To demonic beasts, the word "suppression" was far too terrifying. Their bodies far surpassed those of humans, and their lives were long and ancient, making demons and monsters difficult to kill. The easier method was to use formations or some treasure brimming with peaceful energy to suppress them. If they could be held until their lifespan reached its limit, they could be suppressed to death outright.
Many great demons would rather be cut down with a single blade than be suppressed, unable to move for decades or centuries, dying in suffocating humiliation.
Bai Yujun had no choice.
When you had no skill and muddled along at the bottom, you knew just how fucked-up life could be.
Don't talk about suffering unfair treatment and then kicking up a huge fuss to demand fairness. There had never been fairness in this world. What could making a scene accomplish? When you were nothing at the bottom, could making a fuss change anything?
There were only two choices.
First, if you couldn't bear it, it was best to find somewhere deserted and quietly bury yourself. Don't disturb anyone else.
Second, strive with all your might to become incomparably powerful. In the future, find every idiot who had angered you, pinch them flat one by one, and stuff them into rat holes. Clearly, the second choice was the correct one.
Inside the empty True Dragon Hall, Bai Yujun stared blankly at the palm-sized little green lotus in the yin-yang pool...
There were good things and bad things.
The True Dragon Hall stood at the baihui point atop the dragon head of the true imperial dragon vein of the human race. Almost the moment she stepped into the hall, she sensed the surging, majestic, pure, and noble Earth Vein Dragon Qi.
Previously, she had only