Bai Yujun wanted to personally deal with the last few Vassal Kings.
Many of the land veins throughout the realm bred Anti-Dragons and false dragons. In their hope of becoming true dragon veins, these false dragon veins chose those with special destinies and a chance of reaching the summit to support, hoping to use a rebel king's ascension to shed falsehood and become real. False dragon aura could briefly make a place teem with outstanding people and spiritual vitality, but in truth, it was like an evil fire that burned the realm—and burned itself as well.
Anti-Dragons were of little use to other creatures, but to Bai Yujun, who cultivated the orthodox path of dragon transformation, they were natural supplements.
She could take the opportunity to suppress them and devour their dragon aura. Their effect was ten thousand times stronger than all those miscellaneous spirit medicines and pills. Transforming into a dragon was difficult; perhaps it took countless tens of thousands of years before one might naturally be born. In the unseen currents of fate, heaven and earth would only favor and nurture a single true dragon, somewhat like conceiving a spiritual embryo between heaven and earth.
Being born of heaven and raised by earth did not necessarily require a high-end stone embryo like that of the Great Sage Equal to Heaven. Though Bai Yujun had come from humble origins, she had stubbornly and painfully pressed onward step by step. She appeared lazy, yet in truth she would rather smash her head bloody than admit defeat, and so she gained heaven and earth's recognition.
The road of dragon cultivation was rugged. One wrong step could bring the danger of dying young.
From the day she broke out of her shell, she had trembled with fear as she made her way