Before the mighty Infinitum Stele, the atmosphere was solemn and tense, no one willing to even breathe too loudly. Among the ten thousand participants, the three thousand disciples from organizations other than the royal clans had all arrived the earliest. After dropping them off, none of their elders had dared to stay too long and had quickly departed. The hodgepodge of disciples were either alone or in groups of three or five. Contingents with a hundred were a rare sight.

As for large clans like the Lin Clan, even if they weren’t uniformly dressed, their sword intent, tall and slender figures, and the sword light in their eyes all pointed to their clan’s identity.

An organization's power could be extrapolated from these disciples under a hundred years old.

The past hundred years had been a special period of time for the Lin Clan that could even be called unlucky. The number of genius descendants they...