The Central Plains

Three grueling hours passed as Bai Yu channeled his remaining strength and the healing pill's potency to mend his battered body. Finally, with enough energy to navigate flight, he bid farewell to the ravaged Bloodsword Sect territory. The journey back to the Bai Clan was somber, the weight of the battle and its consequences heavy on his shoulders.

Upon arrival, Bai Yu wasted no time. He retreated into seclusion, delving into a deep meditative state.

A month passed within the confines of his secluded chamber. Slowly, meticulously, Bai Yu rebuilt himself. The physical toll of the battle faded, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. Furthermore, the intense focus of seclusion had a surprising benefit – his swordsmanship had noticeably improved. As he emerged from his meditative haven, he took a deep breath of fresh air, the warmth of the sun invigorating.

Gazing at the boundless expanse of the sky, a thought flickered in his mind. "The Southern Continent no longer presents a challenge," he mused. His eyes glinted with a newfound ambition. "The time has come… for the Central Plains."

The Central Plains, the largest continent in the world, hummed with the energy of countless cultivators. There, Law Domain Masters were considered experts, but true power resided in those who transcended that level. It was a realm Bai Yu yearned to explore, to test his mettle against the best.

A sense of satisfaction washed over him. The Bai Clan now boasted two Law Domain Masters – Grand Elder Long and Grand Elder Xiu. With them guarding the Clan, he could take on this new challenge with a clear conscience.

A resolute smile touched his lips. One year. He would spend the next year honing his skills, strengthening his foundation, and preparing himself for the grand stage that awaited him in the Central Plains. The journey would be arduous, the competition fierce, but Bai Yu wouldn't have it any other way. The thrill of the unknown, the pursuit of ever-greater power – these were the currents that now propelled him forward.

A year flew by like a fleeting breeze. The day had dawned for Bai Yu's departure to the Central Plains. The Bai Clan, a stark contrast to the devastation he'd left behind at the Bloodsword Sect, had thrived. While no new Law Domain Masters had emerged, the younger generation had blossomed. Promising talents like Bai Ying and Bai Feng had ascended to the Middle Xiantian Realm, their potential burning bright.

The entire Clan gathered before the imposing gates, their eyes fixed on the young man who stood poised for a new adventure. Time had sculpted Bai Yu. His once youthful features were now etched with experience, his golden eyes gleaming with newfound resolve. His long white hair flowed past his shoulders, framing a face both handsome and resolute. Draped across his back was his trusty companion, the white sword "Snowflower," its pristine sheath shimmering in the morning light.

A warm smile graced Bai Yu's lips as he surveyed the faces of his people. Pride swelled within him – his Clan, his foundation, his legacy. "I will be back in a few years," he declared, his voice ringing clear across the assembled crowd. "And when I return," he continued, his gaze locking with each pair of expectant eyes, "I hope you won't disappoint my expectations."

With a final, reassuring nod, Bai Yu launched himself into the boundless sky. The familiar sensation of wind whipping through his hair, the exhilarating freedom of flight – it was a sensation he never tired of. He cast one last glance back at the dwindling figures below, the Bai Clan growing smaller with each passing moment.