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.
