Even from Melt Heaven Ridge, one could feel the terrifying throb coming from the direction of the Central Plains.
Bai Yujun, who was exceptionally sensitive to fortune, felt the urge to flee. It was too frightening for a snake. She wanted to turn her back on the Central Plains, run somewhere even farther away, then find an underground river and burrow into it, hiding for a few years until the Central Plains calmed down before emerging again.
Three Calamity Stars shone brilliantly, glaring like great suns hanging in the sky. Zhang Qi, leading the Righteous Path army, had likely already clashed with the demonic sects.
The fluctuations drifting through the unseen made Bai Yujun afraid.
It was an earth-shaking battle of more than a million people: countless righteous and evil cultivators, countless ordinary soldiers. A sea of slaughter and blood surged, spells even created terrifying spiritual energy tides, and everyone had gone mad.
"Too frightening for a snake..."
Within the rough, wild Barbarian Tribe settlement, a certain girl who had set up a stall alongside Central Plains merchants curled up in the corner by a stone wall. Sitting on the ground with her arms around her knees and her head buried against her chest, she looked like a little kitten abandoned by its owner—frightened and helpless...
Bai Yujun was afraid, and even more than that, she felt an indescribable inferiority.
To avoid the great calamity, she had fled in wretched panic just to cling to life, hiding in great rivers and burrowing into underground streams, living on like a rat. Yet she had inherited the teachings of Chunyang Palace, the Qingtian Sect that held up the human race. She had many, many human friends. Zhang Qi, commander of the great army, could be considered her student. Even if she ignored