novelraw Chapter 996: Erasing Inheritances
Chapter 996: Erasing Inheritances
Han Yu opened his eyes at the same time as everyone else, as outside, alarm bells erupted.
Elders shot into the skies.
"The Lung Peaks!"
Smoke pillars rose high into the heavens while fire illuminated the horizon.
The First Lung Peak Head arrived first.
He landed.
Then froze.
The library was gone.
Nothing remained except burning ruins and shattered stone. Shelves had become ash, jade slips lay broken across the ground, and generations of inheritance had collapsed into rubble.
The personal disciple sat at the center with most of his body destroyed and bones explosed. But from the initial look it was clear that his chest had exploded from within.
The Peak Head stared silently as the color drained from his face.
Then his voice erupted.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The cry echoed through mountains.
At Second Lung Peak, the scene repeated almost exactly.
The Peak Head arrived.
Saw the ruins.
Saw the destruction.
Saw tens of thousands of years of accumulation reduced to ash.
His knees nearly buckled.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Both cries reached Heart Peak.
Even the Patriarch rose from his seat.
Emergency bells changed again.
Catastrophic loss.
Elders flooded toward the scene. Curse Peak experts arrived. Formation masters arrived. Healing Hall elders arrived. Everyone gathered.
The conclusions formed quickly.
Internal explosions.
Intentional preparation.
Personal disciples involved.
Libraries specifically targeted.
The losses...
Unmeasurable.
Techniques vanished.
Records destroyed.
Commentaries erased.
Even backup copies possessed gaps.
The First Lung Peak Head stood among the ashes holding half a burned jade slip.
It crumbled in his fingers.
The man trembled.
Nearby elders remained silent.
But nobody offered comfort, because everyone understood; disciples could be replaced, buildings could be rebuilt, resources could be gathered again but lost inheritances sometimes vanished forever.
Back at Heart Peak, the emergency meeting began before the sun had even set.
The Patriarch’s expression had become terrifying.
No one dared speak.
No one dared breathe too loudly.
Meanwhile, Han Yu sat quietly within his icy chamber.
Outside, the sect once more drowned in panic.
Inside, he simply closed his eyes.
His face remained calm.
Yet within his soul space, the Eight Emotions Lotus danced joyfully.
Fear.
Hatred.
Anger.
Despair.
The emotions flooded endlessly toward him.
Han Yu absorbed them silently.
Far away, the two Lung Peak Heads still stood before the ruins of their libraries.
Their cries had still not ended.
The entire Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect reeled from the disaster that had struck it.
The destruction of the two Lung Peak libraries had gone beyond ordinary losses and entered a realm that few within the sect had ever imagined possible. Disciples died every year. Elders died occasionally.
Entire factions rose and fell over centuries. Those things were painful, yet the sect endured them because they could recover. New disciples could be recruited. Resources could be gathered again. Even talented elders could eventually be replaced.
But inheritances were different.
An inheritance was the accumulation of generations. It carried the understanding of countless predecessors, cultivation notes, perfected techniques, failures, breakthroughs, and records that had survived centuries of refinement.
Some manuals destroyed in the explosions no longer existed anywhere else. Some had partial copies in the main sect archives, but the personalized annotations and accumulated experiences belonging specifically to the Lung Peaks had disappeared forever.
The two Peak Heads simply could not accept it.
For three days and three nights, the cries of the First Lung Peak Head echoed through his mountain.
The man stood amidst the ruins without leaving even once. Ash covered his robes, his hair had become disheveled, and his eyes remained bloodshot the entire time. Elders came to console him. Disciples knelt before him. Even fellow Peak Heads arrived personally.
Nothing helped.
He merely stood there while clutching broken jade slips in his hands.
Sometimes he muttered names.
Names of elders long dead.
Names of ancestors.
Names of manuals that had vanished.
Then his voice would break again and grief would erupt into another howl.
The Second Lung Peak Head was little better.
The man had locked himself inside the destroyed library grounds and refused to leave. Several elders feared he might enter qi deviation from rage and sorrow. They remained nearby for days simply watching him.
The atmosphere across the sect became unbearably heavy.
Even ordinary disciples stopped speaking loudly.
No one smiled.
No one dared celebrate anything.
Meanwhile, the higher ups gathered repeatedly at Heart Peak.
Emergency meetings followed one after another.
Peak Heads.
High Elders.
Formation masters.
Curse specialists.
Slave Seal experts.
Everyone was summoned.
And this time they faced a problem none of them had expected.
The explosions had happened simultaneously.
The First Lung Peak and Second Lung Peak were separated by more than ten kilometers.
The elders sat around the great hall while formation projections showed maps suspended in the air.
Several points glowed.
Distances.
Timelines.
Witness reports.
A High Elder stroked his beard before speaking slowly.
"The timings have already been verified over twenty times. The explosions occurred almost at the same moment."
Another elder nodded.
"The difference was less than three breaths."
Silence followed.
Everyone understood the implication.
For months they had worked under one assumption. The culprit possessed some strange method of control and its effective range appeared limited. Five kilometers at most. Some still believed it might be even shorter.
Yet now this theory no longer fit.
The Patriarch sat silently while listening.
One elder finally spoke what many had begun to think.
"Perhaps..."
He paused.
"Perhaps it was never one person."
Several heads turned.
The elder continued.
"The distances are too large. The coordination is too precise. We have assumed one perpetrator all this time, but perhaps we have been mistaken from the very beginning."
Murmurs spread.
Another elder immediately followed.
"The tournament incidents occurred across many rings simultaneously."
"The library attacks happened together."
"The deaths were spread across multiple locations."
His eyes narrowed.
"What if there were two?"
The hall grew quiet.
Then another voice entered.
"No."
Everyone looked over.
The speaker was one of the older High Elders.
His expression had become grim.
"Two are still too few."
Several brows furrowed.