Temples favored being built atop lofty mountains and beside great rivers.
Every location had to make use of geomantic knowledge to seek dragons and locate acupoints; they could not simply pick a site and build at random. Though many scoffed at feng shui, daily life was inseparable from it. Their mouths dripped with disdain, yet they used it more diligently than anyone.
And lofty mountains and great rivers could not be separated from the notion of dragon veins. With the right location came prosperity and flourishing; with the wrong one, disaster and destruction might well follow.
All the famous mountains under heaven were occupied by great sects and major schools. This should have been a good thing, but ever since a flood dragon capable of merging with dragon veins had appeared in this world, everything had changed. At any moment, they might face danger because of these mountains and rivers. It was truly Xiao He who made it, and Xiao He who ruined it. Yet they were unwilling to abandon such treasured land and descend the mountain to find some random little nook. They were deeply conflicted.
There was a map in Bai Yujun's mind.
Several great rivers, lakes, and even streams in the Central Plains had already been lit up, as had quite a few divine mountains. Many of the Jiuli White Tribe settlements in the Southern Wasteland had also been illuminated.
Now, it was time to light up this northern mountain range.
After sensing around, she precisely located a concealed crack in the mountain. The fissure was barely three feet wide, and its depths could not be seen.
At the edge of the crack, Bai Yujun glanced down and jumped straight in...
The pitch-black fissure was unfathomably deep. Bai Yujun's clothes fluttered violently as she fell, her entire