Twelve years later.
In a sinkhole amid karst terrain, a giant snake lay beneath the deep pool at its bottom.
Three days of nonstop rain left the nearby Jiuli mountain folk torn between joy and worry. They were happy to have enough rainwater to irrigate their terraced fields, but feared that if it continued for a few more days, there would be a Flood Disaster. Rain poured down in sheets as lightning flashed and thunder roared, gale-force winds snapped great trees, and streams swelled violently.
It was still that lonely pavilion. By the window, Mu Duo kept her eyes on the sky blanketed in dark clouds. She was still so young, her appearance unchanged, her indifference as cold as ever.
At the bottom of the pool.
Bai Yujun slept in her true form, her aura steadily growing stronger.
Time flew like a shuttle. To demonic beasts with long lifespans, time seemed little more than a number, something easily overlooked without noticing. After roaming through the territories of several demon kings and gathering vast quantities of precious metals, she suddenly remembered—was it time for her to advance?
She forged without pause, exhausting her spiritual power each day to painstakingly craft weapons. When tired, she rested and recovered; once recovered, she continued forging.
Cultivation did not mean taking pills every day until one became an immortal or a sage. True cultivation meant walking forward step by step, with no shortcuts. Those stories about eating medicine until becoming divine were all nonsense; they were fine to hear, but not worth believing.
Underwater, the massive, ferocious snake head occasionally swayed slightly, its appearance undergoing subtle changes.
The most obvious change was her tail. A few bone spurs, neither too hard nor too soft, had grown from its tip, their bases joined by skin and