Chaos_Immortal25

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

Settling onto a cushioned mat, Bai Yu delved into the information gleaned from his conversations within the Xuan Clan. Black Fire City, while impressive, was merely a speck in the vastness of the Central Plains. This realization was both humbling and exhilarating. Here, power resided not just in clans, but in nine paramount entities – nine Sects and Clans that held absolute dominance over the continent. Black Fire City, he learned, was a subordinate force under the wing of one such entity – the True Sun Sect.

However, another of these nine names snagged his attention: the Sword Emperor Gate. A haven for the most gifted sword wielders, a place where the true geniuses of the blade congregated. A spark ignited within Bai Yu. This was his calling, the very place he was destined to be. His hands, gripping the hilt of Snowflower, trembled with a potent mix of excitement and anticipation.

Calming his surging emotions, Bai Yu meticulously reviewed the information he'd gathered. Beyond the realm of Law Domain Masters, a new horizon awaited – the Primordial Spirit Realm. At this stage, cultivators awakened their primordial spirit, a nascent form of their spiritual consciousness. Described as a seed brimming with immense potential, this spirit could be cultivated and nurtured. It granted one enhanced senses, the ability to manifest a clone, and the power to unleash soul attacks.

A wry smile touched Bai Yu's lips. "Even a Law Domain Master is only a Core Disciple at most in the Sword Emperor Gate," he mused. The prospect was both humbling and thrilling. Here, the standards were leagues above anything he'd encountered before. The next two months flew by in a flurry of activity. Under the Xuan Clan's hospitality, Bai Yu honed his swordsmanship further, delving deeper into the techniques he'd acquired and pushing his skills to their limits. Finally, the day of his departure arrived.

"Our doors are always open to you, Brother Bai," Xuan Fei declared, his voice warm with newfound respect. Bai Yu, having earned the Xuan Clan's trust and admiration, returned the gesture with a genuine smile.

With a final farewell, Bai Yu soared into the sky, his heart brimming with anticipation.