"That name really was fitting."
Ye Lin thought to himself.
The Shadow Blade Clan—beings born to wield blades.
There was truly no better name for them.
The beings within the scene lived in harmony.
It was as though this continent belonged solely to this one race. There was no war upon the continent; everyone lived in perfect harmony.
Whenever they had nothing to do, they would spar with one another.
What a paradise, a sacred land of peach blossoms.
Yet this peaceful scene did not last long.
The image on the light screen suddenly shifted.
In the previously clear sky, countless points of light abruptly appeared.
Those points of light drew closer and closer.
In the end, they could see clearly. Every one of those points was a massive meteorite.
A dense rain of meteorites hurtled toward the continent.
But the beings on this continent were no pushovers either. Peerless experts emerged from seclusion, cutting down one meteorite with every slash.
Those meteorites posed no threat whatsoever to this race.
Meteorite after meteorite exploded beneath the experts' hands, intercepted beyond the continent.
The meteor shower lasted for a full three years.
Three years later, the meteorite calamity was quelled.
Everyone went back to doing what they had been doing—music continued, dancing continued.
But then the light screen shifted once more.
Disaster had come again.
This time, it was not meteorites, but experts—countless experts.
Ye Lin could not discern the cultivation of these experts.
But judging by this continent and the performances of those people earlier, these experts' cultivation perhaps did not exceed the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
They might not even have reached the Daluo Golden Immortal level.
The foreign invaders met the native inhabitants.
The two sides exchanged no words at all. The moment they met, battle erupted.
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