Han Yu turned to the next section of the book, where the parchment had grown darker with age and the writing more frantic, as though the scribe had written under the weight of dread.
The title read: The Great War of Blood and Heaven.
He began to read slowly, the words painting an image of a cataclysm that had engulfed the entire Violet Eve World.
The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, having grown beyond mortal comprehension, soon reached a point where its existence itself became a threat to the balance of the world. Their power was absolute.
Their influence spread across every continent, and the light of their crimson moon dimmed all others. The heavens trembled, for there was no longer a sect that could rival them. The rivers that once nurtured life ran thick with the blood of the fallen, and even the stars above were said to reflect their hue.
Han Yu felt his heart sink. The descriptions were so intense that he could almost hear the screams of the dying world.
