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descend of the Chaos God

Crimson rain is the norm, the tang of iron a constant companion. In the Martial Spirit World, survival is a brutal song, sung by the strong over the broken bodies of the weak. This island-born boy, Bai Yu, harbors a dream that strains against the shackles of his small world. His path? Not the fisherman's life his fate seems to prescribe, but a climb so steep, so treacherous, it leads straight to the thrones of the gods. Will his ascent be paved with the blood of his enemies, or can he forge a different path in this unforgiving realm?

Chaos_Immortal25 · Eastern
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120 Chs

Training Young prodigies

Without hesitation, Bai Ying and Bai Feng launched into their routines. Their movements, while displaying raw talent, lacked the refinement and precision one would expect from prodigies. Bai Yu watched intently, his golden eyes dissecting each move, each misstep.

As the last flourish of their forms faded, a comfortable silence settled. Then, Bai Yu began, his voice a gentle yet firm guide. He pointed out flaws in their stances, inefficiencies in their movements, and areas where they could harness their power more effectively. He demonstrated corrections with his own fluid motions, the air singing with the passage of his invisible blade.

Hours melted away, unnoticed under the tutelage of the Patriarch. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple as Bai Yu concluded his final pointers. Exhaustion gnawed at Bai Ying and Bai Feng, their bodies pleasantly ached from the exertion. But a sense of accomplishment, a newfound understanding of their chosen weapons, invigorated them.

"You both have exceptional potential," Bai Yu declared, a hint of pride in his voice. "With continued dedication and these refinements, I have no doubt you'll soon break through to the Xiantian Realm."

With a final bow of gratitude, Bai Ying and Bai Feng took their leave, their steps lighter despite their fatigue. As they disappeared into the twilight, Bai Yu leaned back against the ancient tree under which he sat. Elder Xiu materialized beside him, a contented smile gracing his weathered face."They are gifted," Elder Xiu remarked, his voice laced with paternal pride.Bai Yu chuckled softly, his gaze fixed on the moon that now dominated the night sky. "Indeed," he agreed. "And with proper guidance, they will blossom into formidable cultivators. The future of the Bai Clan looks bright."