Fate Reignites: My Rampage in a World Where Time Stops

"I was in such a deep sleep that I forgot about this blade."

"Unexpectedly, my blunder resulted in it being nurtured for tens of thousands of years."

Qin Chuan was momentarily speechless.

No wonder its quality was so much higher than that of normal gold equipment.

Drawing the longsword, his eyes gleamed with a hint of joy.

After combining the Frost Blade with the other two pieces of equipment into the Cold Realm Mysterious Garment, the blade he now wielded was formed of the power of ice itself.

With this blade, Qin Chuan's strength would increase by another fraction when working in tandem with Ice.

"Thank you, Bai Xi, for bestowing me the blade," Qin Chuan said respectfully.

"Having slumbered for ten thousand years, my strength has increased considerably from before and I need some time to adjust," Bai Xi spoke slowly, "If there's nothing else, you may leave this place now."

"Alright," Qin Chuan didn't hesitate.

With Bai Xi present, the Human Race could advance to the next phase sooner, entering the Heavenly Dome Rank in batches and establishing roots here.

Once everything was ready, he would naturally revisit.

After saying their goodbyes, Qin Chuan and Lin Yue left the cavern and returned to the surface of Cold Ridge.

"Who could have expected Qingyang Immortal Monarch to arrange such a thing for the Human Race," Lin Yue remarked in amazement, "but why didn't he mention it back then?"

"Perhaps Qingyang Immortal Monarch was not certain of its usefulness," Qin Chuan said softly, holding Lin Yue's hand.

To Qingyang Immortal Monarch, it might have been just a casual move in the game.

He couldn't have been sure if the Human Race's entrance would be the same as the Immortal Clan's, nor could he have been sure if Bai Xi could successfully slumber until the Humans arrived ten thousand years later.

Too many changes can occur over ten thousand years.

That's why Qingyang Immortal Monarch didn't mention it.

If it proved useful, it would be a pleasant surprise for the Human Race. If not, the Humans wouldn't even know about it, sparing them any disappointment.

"That makes sense," Lin Yue nodded in understanding, "Then what's next for us, should we still head to Red Rock Territory?"

"We're definitely going there," Qin Chuan smiled, "but before that, we could do something else first."

"Like…" Clutching the White Jiao Slash in his hand, his face filled with anticipation, "taking out the Lord of the White Flood Dragon Territory."

There were a total of five Mythical Rank individuals in the White Flood Dragon Territory.

The Crystal Clan and the Dead Ghost Clan's Mythical Rank had already been slain by Qin Chuan, and the Moon Spirit Clan's Mythical Rank had been severely wounded and driven back.

The remaining two belonged to the Dragon Clan and the Half-demon Clan.

The former was the Lord of the White Flood Dragon Territory.

Qin Chuan had originally planned to enhance his strength before coming back to trouble his adversaries.

Now, he had changed his mind.

"After ascending to the Heavenly Dome Rank, slaying a Lord would grant the corresponding Lord Token and status, which was not the same as an SSS-ranked instance," Qin Chuan said softly, "With Bai Xi's help, we could speed up our progress."

"The Lord status can offer a certain level of protection to one's Clan."

"The Lord status of the White Flood Dragon Territory is a must for the Human Race."

"And, being the first to kill a Mythical Rank of a Clan can yield five Mythical Hearts."

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White Flood Dragon Territory, Silver Dragon City.

This was the palace of White Silver Dragon·Becktoyi, the Lord and Mythical Rank powerhouse of the Dragon Clan, around which almost a hundred dragons had gathered.

For the Dragon Clan, with its fewer numbers, this was a considerable assembly.

At the moment, within the most luxurious hall in the palace, a towering figure clad in silver robes and armor sat along the main seat, a pair of silver dragon horns on the forehead radiating formidable ferocity, pure silver eyes shimmering with a terrifying glow as they fixed upon another figure standing within the hall.

"Becktoyi," Thunder Demon God·Parn spoke within the hall, "there are no humans to be seen around the entrance of the Human Race."

"It's a wise choice they've made, at least until they find the Gatekeeper, we cannot do anything about the entrance."

"But you and I both understand the Human Race won't completely give up on the entrance," Becktoyi's voice grew more solemn, "and that leaves both our Clans in a rather awkward predicament."

"Indeed," Parn nodded slightly.

On the first layer of the Heavenly Dome Rank, different territories produced different resources.

Hence, to collect resources more effectively, the Clans would split their members into groups to settle in various territories.

Most territories were under the simultaneous presence of the six Clans, battling each other while also cooperating.

However, there were a few territories that Clans would never allow other Clans to inhabit.

These included the territories where each Clan's entrance was located.

After all, those were absolute sanctuaries on the Heavenly Dome Rank for each Clan.

The appearance of the Human Race's entrance in the White Flood Dragon Territory meant that the Dragon Clan and the Half-demon Clan would have to leave eventually.

The former, despite few in members, held the Lord status of the White Flood Dragon Territory, and each Lord status held strategic significance for a Clan.

The latter might not have the Lord status, but its Clan members were numerous and had operated in the White Flood Dragon Territory for many years, having far greater influence than other Clans.

Asking the Half-demon Clan to leave the White Flood Dragon Territory now would entail colossal loss.

Both parties had reasons not to depart lightly.

Thus, they naturally stood in opposition to the Human Race.

"The most pitiable one is Theresa," Parn said with a trace of sympathy, "the Human Race's entrance opened up at the Crystal Clan's location, wiping her out."

"And let's not forget Artemis, who joined in on the tumult," Parn's eyes lost their sympathy and gained a touch of schadenfreude when he mentioned the Dead Ghost Clan's Mythical Rank.

"Luo, after all, is the strongest of the Human Race, and even without the home ground advantage, should not be underestimated," said Becktoyi solemnly, "If the Human Race develops successfully, he is likely to become the progenitor of the Human Race in the future."