Yu Rong and the other two left.
Her master, Yu Rong, wanted to take Bai Yujun back to Mount Hua, but Bai Yujun felt stifled and did not want to return. Yu Rong did not force her. After leaving behind various treasures and scriptures, and offering further guidance in cultivation, she flew away. Sha Po Lang's three stars had appeared, and chaos would engulf the world. They could not remain in the Southern Wasteland for long.
Before leaving, Yu Rong warned the Western Teachings. Bai Yujun did not know whether those people, whose hearts held nothing but faith, would care.
She watched the figures vanish beyond the horizon.
Then she rose and flew back to Snake Valley, her heart heavy.
One corner of Snake Valley had been scorched and baked by Blazing Fire. It looked like little, but countless snake eggs and hatchlings had actually perished in that sea of flames. After the rain, devastation covered the ground—charred eggshells, young snakes turned to blackened charcoal. A pungent odor hung in the air. For the first time, Bai Yujun disliked a certain smell so intensely.
The fire and scorching heat had driven away the miasma, leaving Snake Valley exposed beneath the sky.
If she did not take measures, it would not be long before this place became a hunting ground for birds of prey. It would take at least several months for the swamp to restore its miasma. By then, this valley would likely no longer be a breeding ground for snakes.
One blaze had destroyed an entire habitat. Those people might as well have the power to burn every blade of grass and tree in the world.
The valley pond.
The plants on the ground were blackened and desolate. The mirror-smooth water reflected a dark world. Two worlds, one above