To all aquatic creatures, even Demon Kings, the golden pillars were nothing, but to Bai Yujun, they were the greatest treasure.
Bai Yujun did not know why the golden dragons on the pillars contained such profound and mysterious artistic conceptions, nor did she know who had made them. Mere ordinary golden pillars had been endowed with an enigmatic majesty; the power of the palace's master was plain to see.
Passing demon beasts curiously looked toward the figure perched atop a pillar's dragon head.
She spent a day and a night comprehending the artistic conception of one golden dragon, gaining an even deeper understanding of flying and roaming. Then she went to the second golden pillar. The golden dragon on every pillar had a different form and a different artistic conception. Some allowed her to comprehend roaming through the heavens, while others let her comprehend the nature of water. The various artistic conceptions steadily filled in the gaps in Bai Yujun's innate divine abilities.
Clouds.
Clouds drifted leisurely, clouds hung heavy—ever-changing and unfathomable. They brought rain to nourish the earth, mountains, and forests, like the sorrow of a wanderer far from home.
As for controlling clouds...
Fine. Five or six palm-sized colored clouds were already circling around her. That counted as passing.
Rain.
Spring rain, summer rain, autumn rain—the rain of every season was different. "A rain cape for a lifetime through mist and rain; neither storm nor shine." For the first time, Bai Yujun seriously sensed the artistic conception of rain, as though she had merged into the rain curtain filling the sky and falling in scattered sheets...
Two days later.
After sitting motionlessly for two days, Bai Yujun finally stirred. Her aura had clearly changed. Her gently raised nose bridge, exquisite phoenix eyes, and cherry lips made her look