As Thunder Prison, Endless Fire Territory, and Martial Realm expanded rapidly, bringing waves of turmoil to the long-silent Great Thousand World, the Five Great Primordial Races remained standing tall like five mountains of the Great Thousand World, seemingly unaffected by the three newly risen hegemonic forces.
The Futur Ancient Clan was one of the Five Great Ancient Clans of the Great Thousand World, possessing noble bloodlines and an ancient inheritance.
Deep within its ancestral land, towers built from enormous black and white stones pierced the clouds, suffused with ancient and majestic spiritual pressure.
This was a symbol of power and a hall of glory. Yet to Qing Chen, who had just celebrated his twelfth birthday, this magnificent clan territory felt more like a splendid but frigid prison.
At dawn, before the thin mist had dispersed, the Martial Arts Arena of the Futur Ancient Clan was already crowded with figures.
The younger generation was cultivating the Futur Clan's unique Spirit Arts under the guidance of their instructors, condensing black-and-white images of Futur Pagodas, some solidified and others illusory.
Qing Chen stood alone in a corner at the very edge of the Martial Arts Arena, struggling to circulate his spiritual energy according to the method taught by the instructor.
His figure was slightly thin, and his handsome features faintly revealed the exquisite contours of his mother, Qing Yanjing. His eyes, in particular, were clear and deep.
Yet compared with the proud or confident youths around him, there was always a trace of timidity and loneliness hidden deep in his gaze.
Spiritual energy flowed around his fingertips as he tried to condense a Futur Pagoda, but the black-and-white light remained dim and scattered, like a candle flickering in the wind and liable to go out at any moment.
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