Bai Yu, his voice thick with emotion, swore the Oath. A storm of blood, he vowed, would lash against Stormwind Island. "But at the 5th stage of the Blood Condensation Realm," he thought bitterly, "my power is useless here. Escape is my only option." He stole one last glance at his father, crucified lifeless on the wall. "Don't worry, Father," he whispered fiercely. "Your vengeance will be mine, at any cost."Gritting his teeth, Bai Yu navigated the carnage-strewn path back to the sea. Corpses littered the ground, and the stench of smoke hung heavy in the air – a testament to the island's devastation. "They'll pay," he muttered, his vow echoing in the stillness.Reaching the shore, he wasted no time. With scavenged wood he constructed a makeshift raft. Pushing off into the waves, he cast one final look back at the receding island. "I'll be back," he declared, his voice carrying on the wind. "And when I return, Stormwind Island will be no more."Days bled into weeks, the vast expanse of the sea offering no solace to Bai Yu's churning stomach. How long had he been adrift? He couldn't say. His clothes, once vibrant, hung in tattered strips, mirroring his own dwindling spirit. The southern Wasteland Continent, a perilous but reachable haven, was his first goal. Yet, whispers of the legendary Central Plains Continent, a land steeped in power, flickered in the back of his mind."The top of the world," he muttered, the phrase a distant echo of his former bravado. Right now, survival was paramount. Every fish he caught, once a meager prize, now felt like a chore to swallow. Hunger gnawed at him, a constant companion to the relentless rhythm of the waves.A sliver of hope flickered. "Land soon, I have to," he groaned, clutching his stomach. But despair was a luxury he couldn't afford. With a resolute sigh, he settled into a meditative pose. Time on the open ocean was a monotonous adversary, but cultivation offered a welcome distraction. He had nothing to lose, and perhaps, with some luck, much to gain.