Dick wielded a large saber, cutting down one cultivator after another.
Standing tall and burly, Dick fought valiantly. Thirty thousand years ago, Dick was just a young man; now he had become a middle-aged uncle.
During that cataclysm thirty thousand years ago, Dick and a small group of clan members went out hunting, avoiding the catastrophe that would have otherwise seen them mercilessly obliterated.
For many years, Dick had been diligently cultivating, continuously enhancing his cultivation. Now, he was the leader of the Alien Clan. Whenever Dick saw despair in his clansmen regarding the future, he would loudly encourage them, telling them.
There'll come a day when they can return to their homeland.
To live peaceful days.
Where they no longer need to live cautiously and in hiding.
Dick used such words to encourage his despondent clansmen, while also motivating himself.
