I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night
Chapter 484 - 316: The Hope of a New - in the Age of the Human Clan!

Chapter 484: Chapter 316: The Hope of a New Chapter in the Age of the Human Clan!

Yesterday, the Saint Master ordered that all the Cultivation Techniques in the library be moved out and sent to Qifeng Prefecture City.

Among them were ancient Magic Methods as well as newer techniques of the current era.

Some of these Magic Methods were complete, some were fragmented pieces, and others were still unpolished drafts.

This was the culmination of generations of predecessors from the Holy Land, who had exhausted their minds and hearts to accumulate this knowledge.

Normally, even true disciples born in the Holy Land must accomplish feats before they could gain access to the library and peruse its texts.

And for Martial Artists outside the Holy Land, only a select few young talents were invited and had the fortune to enter the library.

The library was divided into nine tiers, the higher the floor, the higher the tier, and the more meritorious deeds were needed.

Given Wu Chang’s achievements, he could be summoned and allowed to ascend to the library.

But no one expected the Saint Master to plan on moving the entire library out of the Holy Land to Qifeng Prefecture.

Not just that, other Magic Methods were also being sorted, and it seemed they might be moved out of the Holy Land as well.

The elder in charge of the library, a contemporary of the current Saint Master, unexpectedly agreed to this.

If all of the Magic Methods were moved out, then this elder, who controlled the library, would be left with no authority.

No one could understand it!

Even if the goal was to nurture the younger generations of Qifeng Prefecture, one only needed to invite them over; why empty the entire Holy Land of its texts?

But Mr. Lu understood the truth of it.

This time, it wasn’t just the texts of the Holy Land being moved, but also its people.

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Inside the library, over a hundred people were gathered.

Only a few were heads and elders from the other branches, expressing their dissatisfaction with the emptying of the library.

Some were stewards and elders in charge of the library’s management.

But the majority were those who had spent their entire lives poring over ancient texts and crafting new techniques.

Their Cultivation levels varied.

The oldest among them was over a hundred years old.

They had studied the scriptures, scrutinized ancient texts, deciphered divine scripts, and probed old methods to forge a path for new techniques, creating numerous Secret Techniques of the Human Clan.

In addition to Cultivation Techniques, they included movement techniques, Sword Skills, Swordsmanship, and other kinds of capabilities.

Although they had never faced the insidious night, never slain Evil, never lost their heads or shed blood for the Human Clan.

But they had poured all their energies here.

To continue the wisdom of the sages and pave the way for future generations.

This was the purpose of the library.

However, today, the library was going to be emptied.

Downstairs, there was dissatisfaction and commotion, and many were shedding tears.

Some seemed to anticipate that the glorious era was coming to an end, that the old times would be buried.

And they were still people of the old era.

Meanwhile, inside the ninth tier of the library.

An elderly man, with hair and beard all white, looked despondent.

This was the elder who controlled the library, a contemporary of the Saint Master, over a hundred years old.

"Mr. Lu, to be of such age and still maintain such Cultivation without a hint of instability, that is truly remarkable," Mr. Lu, sitting opposite, said with a look of admiration.

"All thanks to the Spiritual Energy of the Holy Land, lessening the impact of strange energies from the outside world," the elder known as Mr. Lu said calmly, "Only, that arrow all those years ago pierced through the Holy Land and had a great impact."

"The Saint Master will surely suppress it and eliminate the hidden dangers," Mr. Lu said.

"If the Saint Master was absolutely sure of suppressing it, there would be no need to relocate the people of the Holy Land, nor would there be any need to move all the texts to Qifeng Prefecture and East Mountain Prefecture," Mr. Lu said, his brows casting a shadow.

"Perhaps the Saint Master is not completely sure, but neither is he utterly without hope," Mr. Lu spoke: "He has always planned carefully before taking action, never daring to recklessly face danger. Leaving a contingency, to keep the ember of hope for the Human Clan alive, is not so surprising."

"For all these years, nearly ten generations have struggled, allowing the Three Prefecture to recover, especially Qifeng Prefecture..." Mr. Lu reflected, "The cities are thriving, now no less than the peaceful towns recorded in the ancient texts."

"The sages of the Holy Land throughout the generations have made everlasting contributions!" Mr. Lu said, solemnly.

"It’s because, with each generation, those of high standing practiced the Supreme Profound Dao to Saint, with united hearts and collective strength," Mr. Lu said slowly, "But after that arrow, the effect of the Supreme Profound Dao to Saint is diminishing day by day... if the Saint Master fails this time, I fear the Holy Land won’t be able to hold back the sinister night, and will follow in the footsteps of the Qingling Duke’s Blessed Land!"

"..." Mr. Lu fell silent for a moment, his mood somber.

"We can’t meddle in the Saint Master’s affairs," Mr. Lu spoke slowly: "I just want to ask you one thing, can the new technique succeed?"

"I don’t know," Mr. Lu said after a pause: "But there is hope, I believe."

"Then give that hope to those people below," Mr. Lu said with a sigh, "For many years, they have deciphered countless scriptures, studying endlessly the wisdom of the Old God, the New God, and the ancient sages, only to grow more and more desperate the more they understood..."

He looked down, speaking calmly: "I don’t have much longer to live, and I will not see the hope of the future! But they can live much longer and should not wallow in endless despair..."

He sighed and said, "The people of the Holy Land have rarely been affected by the sinister night’s Qi... It’s like a fine flower, raised too well, thus too fragile! Once they leave the Holy Land, if there is no hope, their remaining life filled with fear and despair of the sinister night, they will all go mad!"

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A moment later.

The first floor of the library fell into silence.

Was emptying the library meant to create a new technique?