The White Bone Fortress's Past

Zijin herself was the bone dragon that had soared through the sky. "When you told me about it, you deliberately mixed up the order of cause and effect to make me think Russell created you." Su Ming glanced sideways at the scholar. "That's deception!"

"Just a turn of phrase. I didn't lie." The girl smiled happily. The trap she had planted so long ago had finally been discovered, and she was in an excellent mood.

Su Ming did not press her about why she had kept it hidden. The scholar was most likely concealing a trump card and keeping a little something in reserve. After all, she had entrusted the white bone mark to Su Ming at the time.

They had only just met, and trust did not come so easily.

Zijin unfolded the workshop floor and the layers of decks beneath it, revealing the center of the White Triangle's lowest level. A white bone dragon lay there quietly. Most of its body had merged with the ship's keel, giving off waves of undead energy.

"This is the body of my other form, my bone dragon form. It's also the core of the White Bone Fortress," Zijin explained to Su Ming.

"Why did you become the White Bone Fortress?" Su Ming asked. "Was it simply to grow larger?"

Zijin shook her head. "My original goal was to build up enough mass to break through to a higher level of power and solve the health problems of my Ailisha form. Unfortunately, I still couldn't break through the barrier and enter Saint Rank. Sure enough, shortcuts don't work."

Quantitative change did not necessarily lead to qualitative change.

Zijin closed the floor. "Russell and Galio learned about it beforehand and buried a large number of runes among the bones on the plain. I