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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?

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Strolling around the City

Following a swift search that yielded a trove of valuable treasures from the fallen enemies, Bai Yu, Elder Xiu, and Elder Su departed Stormwind Island. As they soared through the air, a sense of grim satisfaction settled over them.

he following two weeks passed in a relative state of peace, a welcome respite after the brutal conflict. However, this period of calm was not wasted. Two additional elders within the Bai Clan, fueled by the recent display of their leader's power and emboldened by the clan's newfound resources, managed to achieve a breakthrough, reaching the coveted Xiantian Realm.

he two weeks of peace had been a welcome respite, but for Bai Yu, it felt like an unwelcome stagnation. Frustrated by the bottleneck hindering his breakthrough to the Law Domain Master Realm, he abandoned further cultivation for the time being.

Instead, he channeled his energy into rigorous swordsmanship practice, the rhythmic clang of steel against steel echoing through the training grounds. Despite the physical exertion, a restlessness gnawed at him.

One sunny morning, he decided to escape the confines of the Bai Clan and venture into the bustling capital city of Blue Tempest Island. The city, once ravaged by destruction, had undergone a remarkable transformation. Rebuilding efforts were in full swing, and a renewed sense of prosperity permeated the air.

Established clans thrived, and ambitious newcomers rose to power, eager to claim their stake in the revitalized island.However, amidst this surge of growth, a crucial detail struck Bai Yu. No new Xiantian Realm experts had emerged from any clan but his own. This realization sparked a new ambition within him. "A Spirit Gathering Array encompassing the entire island," he mused, a glint of determination flashing in his golden eyes. "That would be a true game-changer."

Bai Yu strolled through the bustling cityscape, his path leading him past a bustling training ground. Here, young hopefuls honed their skills with various weapons, their forms a mix of clumsiness and youthful exuberance.