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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?

descend of the Chaos God

A satisfied smile touched Bai Yu's lips as he surveyed the newly constructed buildings of the Bai Clan. In just a month, his people had risen from the ashes, their resilience a testament to their spirit. As he turned to leave, a figure burst through the courtyard, a frantic glint in his eyes.

"Patriarch!" the young disciple cried out, his voice breathless with excitement. "There's news!"Bai Yu raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the disciple's urgency.

"What is it?" he inquired, his voice calm and steady despite the bubbling anticipation in the air.

A wave of joyous disbelief washed over Bai Yu. "Elder Xiu…he broke through to the Xiantian Realm?" he exclaimed, the news striking him like a bolt of lightning. A wide grin stretched across his face, a stark contrast to the grim determination he'd worn for so long.

With a blur of motion, he vanished from the disciple's sight, leaving the young man awestruck in his wake. Seconds later, Bai Yu materialized before Elder Xiu's residence, where the other elders and clan members had already gathered, their faces alight with excitement.

"Greetings, Patriarch!" they chorused, dropping to their knees in a gesture of respect."Rise! Today is a day for celebration!" boomed Bai Yu, his voice filled with genuine joy. He looked upon Elder Xiu, who appeared decades younger, the vitality radiating from his newly-forged Xiantian physique evident."Congratulations, Elder Xiu!" he boomed. "Your breakthrough is a beacon of hope for us all."Elder Xiu's face crinkled with a delighted grin. "Thank you, Patriarch," he chuckled, his voice brimming with newfound vigor.

The following two days were a whirlwind of merriment. A grand feast was held, a testament to the clan's resilience and newfound strength.Once the festivities subsided, Bai Yu wasted no time. He dedicated himself to Elder Xiu's training, guiding him in wielding his newfound Xiantian power. Concurrently, every third day, Bai Yu held lectures for the entire Bai Clan, imparting his knowledge and experience. He understood that their future hinged on the collective strength of his people.

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