Xue Ren had spent few years calmly.
During these calm years, he was visiting the sword worlds, but everything got truly devoured up from the high races that greedily aimed for the sword qi! Naturally, Xue Ren had the reason to hunt them, so it's matter of time before he gets back whats his.
This is the inheritance of his brother after all.
He tried to reach the world's core of the fallen world...
After all, the ones, who were here, were all the lucky disciples who either got spared or somehow run away for deeply into the forests and other lands... They had nothing to provide for the high races and could live in the utmost shame and grief.
There were also few descendants of Xue Ren, but he just ignored these fools.
If they called themselves the descendants of the 'Uris', then he would move and simply behead everyone who dared to mutter his name.
"It seems hard to reach."
