Elder Xiu stepped forward, his voice raspy but firm. "Young Master Bai," he addressed him, a hint of deference in his tone, "your strength and leadership are undeniable. In these uncertain times, the Bai Clan needs a strong patriarch to guide us. You are the most qualified – will you accept the mantle?"
A flicker of surprise crossed Bai Yu's face, quickly replaced by a resolute nod. "I accept," he declared, his voice resonating with newfound authority.A wave of relief and excitement washed over the crowd. With a synchronized movement, the survivors of the Bai Clan dropped to their knees. "We greet the Patriarch!" they roared, their voices echoing across the desolate landscape
.A hint of sadness lingered in Bai Yu's eyes as he surveyed them, but it was quickly overshadowed by a steely determination. "Rise," he commanded, his voice firm. "Our journey has just begun."Turning his gaze towards the horizon, he outlined their next steps. "First, we return to the capital city, the heart of our island. There, we will begin the long process of rebuilding the Bai Clan, brick by brick, stronger than ever before."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the other clans and sects who had witnessed the exchange. "This island belongs to all who call it home," he declared, his voice carrying far and wide. "Go forth, rebuild your lineages, cultivate your strength. Let this island once again be a beacon of prosperity!"
Three days of tireless labor had passed. The once-desolate landscape hummed with activity as the people of the island poured their hearts and souls into rebuilding their homes. The Bai Clan, under Bai Yu's leadership, was undergoing a transformation. The new construction promised a future grander and more resilient than ever before.
Bai Yu stood before the clan's core leadership: six elders, each a stalwart figure honed by years of experience, their Qi pulsating at the Late Bone Forging Realm. Elder Xiu, the newly appointed Head Elder, his wisdom and strength a cornerstone of the clan, held Bai Yu's gaze. Discussions flowed, plans for the Bai Clan's resurgence taking shape.
Suddenly, a tremor of unease rippled through Bai Yu. He cut his eyes towards the sky, his golden irises glowing with a cold intensity. "Speak of the devil," he muttered, his voice laced with disdain.A trio of figures materialized above, their auras reeking of arrogance and power – three Xiantian Realm experts.
The tension in the air crackled as Bai Yu propelled himself upwards, meeting the invaders head-on."State your business here," he demanded, his voice cold and unwavering.The leader, a man radiating power at the Late Xiantian Realm, sneered down at him. "Who dares question us? This island now belongs to the Stormwind Island!" he bellowed.Bai Yu's gaze turned glacial. "Since when?" he countered, his voice dripping with icy defiance.