Bai Yujun stayed in the Southern Wasteland, keeping her head down as she developed.
Nearly a century had passed. The population of the Central Plains had almost turned over several times, spanning three or four generations. Memories of past events had been buried in the yellow earth along with the deaths of the elderly, vanishing like smoke and clouds. Books recording history had molded and decayed, and even few in the Cultivation World spoke of the flood dragon anymore. Fresh novelties had washed over everyone's eyes.
What everyone had once known had become something impossible to distinguish between legend and truth.
It was better that they forgot this flood dragon. They could continue wallowing in their stubborn decay while she took the lead into a new era...
In her muddleheaded way, she lost track of time's passage, cultivating leisurely each day as she waited to evolve. She still remembered her grudge against the Demon Subjugation Sect. At the very least, she would have to reach the Great Ascension Stage before settling accounts with those damned wretches.
She lived carefree as a tyrant.
Until one day, a Chunyang disciple traveling abroad delivered a letter.
Bai Residence.
As usual, Bai Yujun sat bonelessly and without a proper posture, her slender legs propped atop an exquisite solid-wood desk. She ate as she opened a letter from Chunyang Palace. After reading its contents, she was somewhat surprised, though it was also within her expectations.
"Master is going to withdraw behind the scenes and become an idle True Person..."
The Chunyang Five, who had once roamed the world unchecked, were now separated across two realms. The three who had not yet ascended had continued guarding Chunyang Palace for centuries. Now, disciples of Yang Mu, Gan Wu, and Chu Zhe's generation had grown and come into