Gazing out at the sea and sky, rain fell; sudden downpours and gentle thunder washed away the boundless sorrow of three generations of farmers in the drought-stricken land.
The white dragon flooded the skies and stirred the clouds as she pleased, with no need to worry about causing floods. After more than a hundred years, the parched earth once again welcomed Sweet Rain. Flowing clouds rose beneath the heavens, and vast rainclouds nourished all living things.
Thunder raced and lightning coiled like serpents, illuminating the black clouds for an instant and revealing the white dragon twisting and soaring within. The common folk believed the Dragon King had brought rain and offered worship one after another.
Over a northern region on the Central Plains map within the Ancient Animal Hides, black rainclouds had settled.
Gradually, the dark clouds advanced toward the ancient battlefield of old...
Bai Yujun had not come to the battlefield back then. Afterward, she had always avoided learning anything about the war. Moreover, the Jiuli people had little interest in the Central Plains people killing one another, so there were gaps in her knowledge of that earth-shaking event. The three Calamity Stars had retreated, leaving behind a sight of utter devastation and heavy deathly aura.
Zhang Qi, the commander who had once led vast armies galloping across the realm, had disappeared.
Some said the demonic sects had murdered him. Some said he had retired to the countryside. Others said he had returned to the Immortal Realm. Other than Zhang Qi himself, no one knew the truth. He had come mysteriously and left mysteriously.
There were many tales about him. The one most widely spread among the people was that a divine dragon had protected him in his childhood.
Experts did not believe divine dragons existed, and they scoffed