Qinghun Sword Peak, mountain gate, Immortal-Welcoming Hall.
A pine tree thousands of meters tall grew from the sheer cliff beside the "Immortal-Welcoming Hall."
Its needles were like azure longswords, carpeting the sky.
This was a world that belonged to swords!
At that moment, several thousand "sword cultivators" stood before the Immortal-Welcoming Hall.
Every one of them was at least a hundred years old.
Yet judging by their appearances and bearing, most looked like young or middle-aged adults.
The Xi Emperor was still a ravishing beauty at five hundred years old; she belonged to the same kind of people as them.
In other words, at Li Tianming's current level of life, he would not age before reaching at least five hundred.
This was the leap from a "low-grade race" to a "high-grade race."
These Qinghun Hall sword cultivators had remained on Qinghun Sword Peak to cultivate after turning a hundred. Without question, they were the cream of high-grade races, the elite of the Qingyun Continent.
A second-rank sword cultivator possessed the strength of the "Divine Sun King Realm."
That was a realm Li Tianming needed to look up to.
But as always, discussing strength while casting age aside was unrealistic.
After all, Li Tianming was only in his twenties, while these people had cultivated for centuries at a time.
In their eyes, disciples of the "younger generation" were no different from infants in age.
No matter how monstrous an infant was, it could not fight a fully grown, burly man.
That was common sense!
This group of "Qinghun sword cultivators" stood in neat ranks, ramrod straight, each one sharp as the edge of a sword.
Their piercing eyes were fixed upon the south of Qinghun Sword Peak.
The Land of Order was a world that did not lack "space," so