A hundred long years had passed; it all felt like a dream.
At the summit of the snow mountain, in the height of summer, only the peak remained blanketed in gleaming white snow. A cold wind swept past, scattering crystalline snowflakes in glittering drifts. Apart from several snow-capped spires, the mountaintop was nothing but shattered stones and mossy tundra.
Clouds gathered toward Jade Dragon Snow Mountain from the horizon, dark masses churning and billowing in from every direction.
On the tundra highlands stood a lone figure in white. Wrapped in mist and buffeted by the damp, biting wind, her robes snapped and her long hair danced wildly. The white strip binding her hair could no longer hold and came loose on its own. Black hair and white skirts swayed in the wind beneath the azure sky, while the white strip spun lightly through the air, carried toward the summit of the snow mountain and vanishing into the boundless white mist.
Her long skirt streamed behind her, while the white fabric before her clung close, tracing her graceful figure.
Bai Yujun lowered her head and took out a storage bag, setting it on the moss.
"Five hundred years old..."
"The old days have become sorrow; joys and sorrows alike fade into smoke within dreams. One dream, one sigh for the passing years."
She picked up a piece of broken stone. A thousand years of erosion had weathered it so thoroughly that a light rub turned it into fine sand flowing between her fingers and scattering away. Time could change everything. What did a past life matter? What did this life matter? Upon the path toward immortality, whether male or female, human or demon, what difference was there? All things were external. Endure it, and one attained longevity. Fail to endure it,