However, Ye Changge did not stop.
His voice echoed in the wind, carrying an undeniable authority:
" Baihu Clan, if you truly desire revenge..."
Then let the truly powerful come to me.
Using hatred as a trigger will only plunge you into deeper darkness.
Remember, true strength does not come from killing.
Rather, it is about safeguarding and maintaining peace.
Having said that, he vanished in a flash.
It has disappeared from everyone's sight.
Only silence and deep thought remain.
Among the powerful beings of Myriad Races, many felt a sense of awe.
I began to reflect on my own behavior and stance.
The powerful members of the Baihu Clan were burning with rage.
However, they also realized that what Ye Changge said was true.
They knew full well that acting solely out of personal anger...
Unable to shake the position of this young powerhouse of the Human Race,
And there was no way to bring back the lost prodigy. Therefore,
The Baihu Clan decided to bide their time and secretly cultivate their strength in preparation for the future.
Next, Ye Changge completely wiped out the entire area of the Earth Pavilion.
The Myriad Races were also helpless in the face of Ye Changge.
The strongest among Human Race are equally powerful.
However, Ye Changge looked at the system with a face full of confusion.
"Damn system, I killed the Son of Destiny, why didn't I get any equipment?"
" Bai Ran is not dead. What just arrived was only an avatar."
"A clone? Such a realistic clone."
Ye Changge was shocked.
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.
"Congratulations, host! You have successfully killed the clone of the Son of Destiny and gained one meter of luck points."
Upon hearing this, Ye Changge remained silent.
However, Ye Changge knew that Bai Ran had just come out of the great formation.
They've been trapped for so long.
It's perfectly normal that he doesn't have any treasures on him.
On the other side, Bai Ran had just killed several powerful figures from Myriad Races and obtained some treasures.
"Damn Ye Changge, it's you again! Why are you so strong, while I, the Son of Destiny, can only rob people here?"
Bai Ran was very unsettled.
I am the Son of Destiny.
To be bullied like this by a mere Human Race.
This is absolutely outrageous!
He clenched his fists so tightly that his fingertips turned white from the force.
His eyes flashed with resentment and anger.
But beneath this emotion lies a subtle yet unwavering resolve and determination.
Bai Ran knew all too well that as the Son of Destiny, she should never be in such a sorry state.
He must find a way to change all of this.
To reclaim the glory that belongs to them.
So he began searching everywhere for ways to increase his strength.
Whether it's an ancient secret realm or a legendary ruin,
They all became his targets.
In this process, Bai Ran gradually learned patience and strategy.
No longer solely pursuing killing and conquest,
Instead, they focus more on their own growth and transformation.
After learning that Bai Ran was not dead, Ye Changge...
There was no relaxation whatsoever.
He knew all too well that the Son of Destiny was like that—an unkillable cockroach.
Time passed second by second.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
More and more powerful beings from Myriad Races are emerging from the Divine Road.
At the same time, there are also powerful beings who do not belong to the Divine Realm.
As soon as they came out, they began to kill everywhere.
Some of the weaker Myriad Races were slaughtered.
Finally, everyone turned their attention to the Human Race territory.
After all, the Human Race has three major domains.
Meanwhile, Bai Ran is searching for an opportunity.
Suddenly, they were stopped by three sword cultivators.
"Boy, hand over your treasures. Don't try to fool us. We can see your luck; it's incredibly strong, so you must have a lot of treasures on you."
The other man in gray spoke calmly.
Upon hearing this, Bai Ran looked over.
It was discovered that there were two men and one woman.
The man was dressed in gray, with a long black sword slung across his back.
The man in gray stood tall and walked with a steady gait.
It was as if every step was on an invisible rhythm.
His face was shrouded in a faint shadow.
Only his resolute chin and tightly pursed lips were visible.
It reveals an indescribable composure and decisiveness.
The black longsword on his back, its scabbard simple and unadorned.
Yet it subtly exuded a chilling glint.
The sword seemed to be one with him.
It became a part of his body.
Whenever he lightly stroked the hilt of his sword, a sharp glint would flash in his eyes.
It's as if it can see through all the illusions of the world.
Passersby turned their heads, casting curious and awe-inspiring glances at the gray-clad man carrying a long sword.
But he simply walked quietly on his own path.
With only one thought in my mind—no matter how bumpy the road ahead,
He will use the sword in his hand to protect the beliefs and justice in his heart.
The man is handsome.
The woman was dressed in White Robe, and her eyes gleamed with a murderous light; she was clearly a ruthless person.
She was wearing a pristine white robe.
Pure and cold, like the first snow of winter.
With each step, her clothes fluttered lightly.
Yet it carried no trace of worldly concerns.
Those deep eyes were like stars in a cold night.
It gleamed with an undeniable light.
It contains more than just indifference and decisiveness.
There is also a kind of steadfastness and resilience that has been tempered by the vicissitudes of life.
Her eyes seemed to see into the deepest recesses of the human heart.
No amount of hypocrisy or lies can hide from her.
She was like the " Snow Domain Ice Blade " feared by everyone in the martial arts world.
A woman who is accompanied by a sword and whose oath is sworn in blood.
Her story is a legend about revenge and redemption.
Her entire Lineage was massacred when she was young, leaving her all alone.
Struggling to survive in endless darkness
It was the Flame of hatred that sustained her through countless cold nights.
She practiced swordsmanship diligently, vowing to personally avenge her enemies and clear her Lineage.
As time went by, her swordsmanship improved day by day.
Every move and every technique contains deadly power.
But amidst this endless slaughter
However, she gradually felt lost and empty inside.
She began to question whether revenge could truly bring spiritual liberation.
Or will it only drag me into a deeper quagmire?
Until one day, she met a swordsman who also carried a deep-seated blood feud.
The two became friends after a fight, their initial antagonism evolving into mutual respect.
They went through life-or-death trials together.
They gradually came to understand each other's pain and struggles.
In the other person's eyes, she saw a similar resilience and persistence to herself.
We also witnessed tolerance and compassion that transcend hatred.
So she decided to put down her sword.
No longer let hatred blind us.
She chose a more difficult path—one based on wisdom and courage.
Reveal the truth and seek justice for the innocent.
She is no longer the " Snow Domain Ice Blade " who only knows how to kill.
He was a righteous messenger with a heart full of love.
Her name became an immortal legend in the martial arts world.
It inspires future generations to bravely face life's challenges and pursue true freedom and peace.
"You are the Snow Domain Blade, how come you're with people from outside the Divine Realm? Tell me, what did they do to you?"
Bai Ran stared intently at the woman.
It was like looking at his own wife.
Upon hearing this, Snow Domain Blade felt a lump in his throat.
"You little brat, you're asking for it."
The other man stepped forward.
A terrifying sword light swept across the land.
"Hmph, you're asking for death. You dare to unleash your killing intent in front of me? You're not worthy!"
As he spoke, Bai Ran swept his sword horizontally.
A Blood Color longsword appeared in his hand.
The sword has a Baihu pattern on it.
These Baihu were all Xue Hong, and such Baihu were enough to send chills down one's spine.