For ten thousand years, conflicts had abounded throughout the world. The lasting stability and universal peace spoken of by the chaos beast naturally did not mean peace for everyone. Yet the Ten Sects stood side by side, and the great aristocratic clans carried on their legacies without interruption. That was an ironclad fact.
No matter how the lower ranks fought or their circumstances changed, the standing of these sects and clans would never be shaken.
Even when war broke out and heroes of humble birth and the untamed wilds fought bloody battles, braving death at every turn, true direct-lineage clan descendants and sect elites rarely fell.
Viewed from that perspective, this world was indeed enjoying a peaceful and prosperous age, free of trouble.
But Fang Qianyuan had come from humble origins. He truly could not understand the noble bloodlines and glorious histories they upheld and flaunted.
In his eyes, clans, sects, the established order, and history were all empty illusions.
After breaking through the camp, he had thrown all caution aside and wiped out those privileged scions and elders in one fell swoop.
There was a curious twist to this matter. His master, Jiang Yunfeng, the Lord of Ten Thousand Miles, should have patiently instructed him, guided him toward the right path, and brought him into the elite establishment of the clans and sects. But Jiang Yunfeng had died young. Fang Qianyuan was like a wild child who had lost his parents, and to the various factions, he seemed somewhat neglected, unruly, and hard to tame.
Yet the astonishing potential he had consistently displayed made the Azure Cloud Sect cherish him all the more. With one of their own showing such promise, they could hardly protect him enough. Why would they bother disciplining him?
Even after Fang Qianyuan had killed