A certain flood dragon was about to stir up trouble.
Bai Yujun hovered above Snake Valley, quietly pondering what method she could use to awaken the cultivation instincts of the countless snakes. In the past, only a very few snakes had chanced upon an opportunity to begin cultivating and become spirits. There were far too few of them. If cultivation could be awakened on a large scale, the number of snake demons would increase countless times over.
This was a brain-taxing task. She did not expect every snake to cultivate; raising the odds would be enough.
"How exactly can I do this..."
Her body slowly descended onto a mountaintop. She casually coiled atop the Mountain Peak and stared blankly at Snake Valley, striving to use her flood-dragon brain to think, doing everything in her power to forge a future for the many snakes.
Perhaps this difficult problem would seem simple to the many great masters of Chunyang Palace, but it had stumped Bai Yujun.
After all, she rarely used her brain...
She lay coiled on the summit without moving, occasionally swishing her tail. Whenever she thought of a good idea and grew happy, she wagged her tail to express her delight. The sun set and the blue moon rose. The midnight sky was dreamlike and illusory, while the white flood dragon remained motionless. At dawn, the sun rose and purple qi swirled through the air, illuminating the enormous creature atop the Mountain Peak.
The weather in the Southern Wilderness changed at the drop of a hat. A fine, lingering rain fell, water sliding down her taut scales.
The White Flood Dragon's enormous beast-like vertical pupils gazed into Snake Valley as she calculated. Starting from how she herself had accidentally begun cultivating, she considered how to arrange things—or rather, how birds