A flood dragon growing dragon horns meant she was one step closer to transforming into a dragon and soaring into the heavens.
The path of dragon cultivation was rugged and arduous, filled with countless more tribulations, greater sweat, and immense pain. She had chosen to coil atop the Mountain Peak to evolve because she feared carelessly stirring up floods and towering waves in lakes and rivers, dragging the weak into disaster and costing them their lives.
Deep in her bones was an instinctive urge to create floods and drown the world—an impulse to improve the environment for a better life. From a flood dragon's perspective, and from the standpoint of Water Creatures, it was a good deed. For land-dwelling creatures, it was precisely the opposite...
The mountain flood never came, but the torrential rain washed over vast swaths of sky. Thunder rolled without pause, and the mountain peak shrouded in black clouds, wind, and rain kept bursting with flashes of light. Massive roars rang out from time to time.
At the heart of the storm, two white dragon horns grew from the white flood dragon's forehead.
The dragon horns tilted backward with a slight curve, each bearing a short little fork in the middle. They were not especially sharp, nor were they the antlers of legend. Anyone seeing them for the first time would naturally think of the words "dragon horns."
Mysterious, natural.
The newly grown dragon horns suited the proportions of her body and head. Perhaps because she was still a flood dragon and had not yet become a true dragon, the horns were somewhat small.
Her forehead had been struck by lightning for three whole days...
When Bai Yujun noticed the lightning had vanished and the wind and clouds were beginning to disperse, her entire dragon head was