Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

Hun Yu's voice was full of vision and hope for the future, as if she had seen the scene after the victory.

Her eyes flashed with a firm light, as if telling everyone that she was ready and willing to give everything for that beautiful future.

This time, Hun Yu's father did not stop him. His eyes revealed a complex emotion, a deep feeling of worry and relief.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his veins were visible, as if he was trying his best to restrain the surging waves in his heart, but in the end, he just sighed softly, nodded silently, and allowed Hun Yu's decision.

Yes, he never considered the feelings of others. This was not out of indifference, but from a deep sense of responsibility and sacrifice.

In his world, protecting these refugee souls from the invasion and harm of the outside world is his only mission in this life. He is like an indestructible fortress, wishfully using his thin body to support a sky for these displaced souls.

However, in countless silent nights, when the moonlight filled the ruins, he sat alone on the cold stone steps, and a trace of bitterness would rise in his heart.

He realized that perhaps he was too selfish, too obsessed with his own desire to protect, and ignored the desire for freedom and dreams in those young lives.

So, when someone was really willing to go out and pursue the unknown distance, he looked at their firm eyes. Although he was reluctant in his heart, he also understood that he seemed to have no right to stop them.

Because he knew that everyone had an inextinguishable fire in their hearts, which was the love of life, the curiosity about the unknown, and the desire for self-realization.

Of course, for those who were willing to stay, he would still do his best to continue to protect them until the moment when the fire of his life was extinguished. His love, like the inextinguishable lighthouse, always guides the direction for those who are returning no matter how fierce the wind and rain are.

What surprised him was that there were many people willing to follow the soul rain, and most of them were young people. Their eyes flashed with a vision of the future, which was a courage to be unwilling to accept the status quo and to challenge.

Perhaps, the old people have experienced too many vicissitudes, and the years have left deep marks on them, making their passion and dreams for life gradually numb. For them, living here is no longer a matter of hope and disappointment.

And the young people, they are the rising sun, the tender leaves that have not been eroded by wind and rain. They don't want to exhaust their youth in endless waiting. They want to try their best, touch the unreachable dream with their hands, and create a world of their own.

In their hearts, there are infinite possibilities and hopes, which are the light that cannot be erased by any difficulties and setbacks.

"Hun Canglan, you can't go!" This sentence echoed in the empty meeting hall with unquestionable majesty. It was the voice of Hun Yu's father, Hun Lieyang, the current patriarch of the Hun clan. His eyes were like torches, penetrating layers of space and tightly locked on the firm figure in front of him.

Suddenly, Hun Yu's father, Hun Lieyang, caught a figure in his sight. It was a vigorous figure wrapped in black leather armor, standing in the center of the hall in an attitude that could not be rejected. The leather armor glowed coldly in the dim light, reflecting the wearer's extraordinary temperament and determination.

In Hun Lieyang's eyes, this young black-armored warrior was the hope for the future of their lineage and a bright new star in the clan. His brilliance even surpassed the best of the younger generation of the Hun clan - Hun Yu. It was an intuition from the depths of the blood, a keen perception of talent and potential.

Hun Lieyang knew that Hun Canglan not only had amazing fighting talent, but also had an indomitable and courageous heart of a strong man.

This tenacity and persistence were the qualities he valued most.

In his opinion, Hun Canglan was the most outstanding genius in their lineage. His talent was so high that even if it was compared with Hun Yu, it was not inferior at all. In some aspects, Hun Canglan's potential was even more amazing.

"Maybe I'm not as good as Hun Yu now, but it's inevitable that I'll surpass Hun Yu in the future." Hun Lieyang thought to himself. He knew that the growth path of a genius is always full of variables, and Hun Canglan's desire for battle and persistence in victory are the powerful driving force that pushes him to keep moving forward and constantly break through himself.

However, in the face of the patriarch's dissuasion, Hun Canglan's answer was extremely firm: "No, patriarch, I want to go!" His voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word seemed to burst out from the bottom of his heart, full of unquestionable determination.

He was dressed in black leather armor, as if he was a warrior born for battle, and his eyes emitted a fighting light, which was a desire for unknown challenges and a pursuit of self-limits.

"If I stay here, my talent will never be proven, and I will never be able to catch up with Sister Hun Yu, let alone surpass her."

Hun Canglan's words revealed a sense of indomitable and stubbornness. He knew that the road to true strength was paved with sweat and blood. Only by constantly challenging and breaking through can one go further and further on this road until he reaches the unreachable peak.

"But you might die!" Hun Lieyang's weathered eyes revealed deep worry. He sighed, his voice heavy and complicated. This sentence was both a warning and a concern. He knew that the road ahead was full of unknowns and dangers.

"Death is terrible, but I am more afraid of wasting my life." Hun Canglan shook his head gently. There was no fear in his eyes, but he was full of yearning and desire for the unknown world.

His words were firm and powerful, and every word seemed to burst out from the bottom of his heart. It was a deep understanding of the value of life and a persistent insistence on self-pursuit. "Chief, I know you care about me, but this is my own choice. If I die outside, I will have no regrets."

Hun Lieyang looked at the young and determined figure in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart. He knew that Hun Canglan's decision was not impulsive, but was carefully considered.

As the helmsman of this lineage, he has his own responsibilities and responsibilities. He can't go. He has to stay to protect the remaining tribesmen. This is his mission and his oath.

"... Forget it!" Hun Lieyang finally spoke, with a hint of helplessness in his voice, but more of understanding and respect for Hun Canglan.

"This is for you!" He took out a treasure from his arms. It was a seal carved from black jade that emitted a faint glow. It was engraved with complex runes, revealing an ancient and mysterious aura.

It was obvious that it was a good treasure, otherwise it would not have emitted such a beautiful aura.