The Northern Region was vast beyond imagination. Even though Luo Yue had reached the peak of the Dao Palace Secret Realm and cultivated five Deities, with the powerful physique of her Divine King Body and deep reserves of magic power, crossing seventy thousand li of windswept, snowy wilderness was no easy feat.
Luo Yue could not be bothered to fly herself.
So she chose to ride her Flood Dragon!
Whoosh!
Snow blanketed the earth. Above the boundless snowfields, an enormous dusky-gold figure skimmed low at astonishing speed, churning up clouds of dust and surging air that coiled and twisted like dragons in its wake.
It was Little Ming!
He had now assumed an enormous Flood Dragon form over ten zhang long. His dark scales shimmered with a deep luster beneath the molten gold of the setting sun, while the brilliant golden markings along their edges pulsed with the movement of his muscles like burning dark-gold flames.
The once-tender little horns atop his head had begun to show their formidable shape, cleaving the air ahead with a low whistle.
Luo Yue reclined where his neck joined his body, her posture utterly casual, even carrying a touch of languid abandon.
One leg was naturally bent, the toe of her boot resting lightly on his smooth, cool scales. The other dangled freely, swaying slightly as Little Ming flew. Her snow-white skirts and broad sleeves snapped and fluttered in the rushing wind, like a snow lotus blooming upon the dusky-gold Flood Dragon's back.
Her waist-length silver hair was left loose, streaming freely in the wind like a flowing river of stars, a few strands brushing her exquisite profile, which seemed carved from ice and snow.
Bathed in the crimson sunset on the horizon, it revealed a rare hint of careless warmth.
"Ah, this is