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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

Triple Wave Fist

Bai Yu arrived swiftly at the 120th courtyard. He found a small house with only one room and a modest garden. The only problem? Three other people were supposed to share it with him. "Well," he thought, "it's not like I need sleep anyway. I'll just meditate at night."

Entering, he met his new housemates: Leng Wu, a sturdy man; Ye Ming, a lean young man; and Wu Feng, who was extremely skinny. "Greetings," Leng Wu said with a wave. "You passed the test too?" Ye Ming simply nodded."Greetings, fellow sect brothers," Bai Yu responded politely. "Please, take the room. I will meditate outside.""Alright, let's try to get along," Wu Feng said with a nod.Adapting quickly, Bai Yu settled into his new life.

On the ninth day after his arrival, he sat beneath the lone tree in the garden, cultivating under the night sky. A powerful aura erupted from him, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. A sharp glint shone in Bai Yu's cold eyes as he smiled. "Peak of the Blood Condensation Realm."The commotion woke the others. "You achieved a breakthrough so soon after arriving?" Wu Feng exclaimed."Makes sense, considering he cultivates at night while we sleep," Ye Ming added. They drifted back to sleep, leaving Bai Yu to contemplate his body thoughtfully. "Soon, I'll reach the Bone Forging Realm," he thought, "but the Heavenly Tribulation awaits. I wonder how strong it will be?"

The following day, Bai Yu headed to the Technique Pavilion, entitled to borrow one technique manual as a new outer disciple. "A vast collection," he thought, entering the pavilion and surveying the impressive array of techniques, from palm and fist styles to swordsmanship. "Perhaps a fist technique first, before delving into swords," he decided. After scrutinizing several manuals, one title caught his eye: Triple Wave Fist. "Interesting," he murmured.