Han Yu read further and found mention of the Ancestor's tomb.

Before his sealing, the Ancestor foresaw his potential fall. He created a tomb to hold his inheritance, the culmination of his life's cultivation, his divine arts, and his secrets of immortality. This tomb was placed far from the sect's territory, in a distant land upon another continent—the Great Continent. He believed that distance would safeguard his legacy should the sect ever fall to ruin.

Han Yu's pulse quickened as he read those words. So it was true... the tomb that he had seen, the one buried deep in the inner realm, was the resting place of the Slaughtering Moon Ancestor himself.

However, when the Heavenly Seal was enacted, the Blood Moon Continent was torn away from the rest of the world. The tomb remained outside the seal, trapped and hidden in the great continent. The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect was forever severed from its master's inheritance. Their greatest treasure—the true legacy of the Ancestor—was lost to them.

Han Yu frowned. "So that's why they're here now. They're trying to reclaim what they lost."

The text went on.

For countless generations, the sect sought a way to pierce the Heavenly Seal. Many perished in the attempt. Their bloodlines waned, and their divine arts weakened. Yet their faith endured, for they believed that when the Blood Moon shone brightest, the seal would falter. And so they waited.

Han Yu's brow furrowed as he reached the final section.

In one forgotten age, Hundreds of thousands of years since the fall of the Ancestor, a disciple arose whose strength was said to rival even that of the Ancestor himself. He tore open a rift through the Heavenly Seal and led his army beyond the void.

The Blood Moon shone once again upon the Great Continent, and rivers of red returned to its soil.

Yet the sects of that age had grown strong, having learned from the sins of the past. They united once more, striking him down before his conquest could begin. His name was erased from all records, forbidden to ever be spoken again.

The text ended there, abruptly. The next pages were ripped out, leaving only a smear of old ink where the writing had once continued.

Han Yu closed the book slowly, deep in thought. "A disciple who almost broke the seal," he murmured. "And now, somehow, they've succeeded."

He gazed toward the faint red shimmer on the gaps in the cave door, the reflection of the blood moon above. The sect had returned, not from ruin, but from imprisonment. The Blood Moon Continent was no longer sealed, and its people... these disciples of slaughter were free once more.

He exhaled deeply, feeling a cold sweat gather on his neck.

"No wonder no one ever knew about them," he whispered to himself. "If even immortals had to die to seal them… what hope does the world have now that they've come back?"

The thought lingered like a curse in his mind as he stared into the dim light of his cave, surrounded by relics of a history that should have remained forgotten.

Han Yu closed the ancient history book with a quiet thud, the echo lingering in the small cave.

His eyes lingered on the blood-stained cover for a few seconds before he placed it aside. The stories within still weighed on him, the wars that shook the heavens, the sealing of an entire continent, and the blood-soaked ambition of a sect that refused to die.

He let out a long breath and reached for the next book on the shelf.

This one looked much newer in comparison. The leather was smoother, the script more precise, and there was a insignia stamped into the cover: a crimson moon pierced by a single vertical slash.

On the spine, the title read: The Divine Order of the Slaughtered Moon Blood Sect: Hierarchy, Courts, and Duties.

Han Yu flipped it open carefully, and immediately he noticed the formal tone.

Unlike the earlier text, which was part myth and part historical record, this was clearly an official manual, something likely issued to disciples and elders of the sect.

It even had an inscription on the first page: For all who walk beneath the Blood Moon, to know your place and purpose within the Great Design.

He frowned slightly, muttering to himself, "So this one's more… bureaucratic."

The first section explained the general structure of the sect. Han Yu skimmed through the opening paragraphs quickly, as he already had a vague understanding of how most sects operated. Still, he paid attention to the specifics.

The Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect consists of three primary divisions—Outer Court, Inner Court, and Core Court. Each division represents not only the strength and loyalty of its disciples, but also their connection to the Blood Moon's essence.

Han Yu nodded. "So it's just like other sects, in principle," he murmured. "Outer, Inner, Core... same old ladder."

But as he read further, his eyebrows rose.

Unlike most sects, where servant disciples and helpers filled the lowest rung of the hierarchy, this sect had a more chilling replacement.

There are no servant disciples within our holy order. Those who serve us without qualification are slaves. Slaves are property of the sect, as are all resources and lives within our dominion. They may be the spoils of conquest, the punishment for betrayal, or the inheritance of our eternal enemies. Their purpose is to labor, bleed, and die for the will of the Blood Moon.

Han Yu stopped reading for a moment. "Slaves…" he whispered quietly, his lips tightening.

He continued reading, his jaw clenching as the text became more explicit.

Slaves fall under multiple classifications: mortal slaves, Qi refining slaves, and core condensation slaves. Mortals are used for menial tasks—construction, mining, cultivation of blood plants, and feeding of beasts.

Qi refining slaves are reserved for lesser sect duties, while core slaves are those once considered cultivators but who have since fallen from grace. All slaves bear the mark of obedience, a seal placed by the sect to ensure compliance. Should they resist their masters or attempt to flee, their blood shall ignite within their veins, erasing them from existence.