CLANG—CREAAAAAK!
At the back of the former Supreme Five-Crown Ancestral Temple, ten thirty-foot-tall Star-Titan workers pulled open the hundred-ton star-iron vault doors that had been sealed for ten thousand years.
A thick cloud of ancient dust billowed out, which Old Wei casually swept away with a wave of his broadsword sheath.
Pei Xuan stepped inside the cavernous underground vault with Hong Ling, Abacus Su, and the five yellow-vested former Patriarchs following behind him.
Stretching as far as the eye could see were nine thousand towering shelves carved from cold white jade. Stacked on those shelves were three million glowing jade slips, silk scrolls, bronze tablets, and gold-leaf manuals—spanning everything from Rank 4 Qi Gathering sword arts and Rank 6 alchemy formulas to Rank 8 Star-Forging Scriptures!
“Three million cultivation manuals!” Hong Ling gasped, her eyes wide as she clicked her abacus. “Young Master, there are enough books in here to fill ten train cars! Why were they all covered in cobwebs?!”
Former Supreme Patriarch Zi Haotian lowered his head in shame, holding his wooden chalkboard eraser against his yellow Debtor vest.
“Whenever a mortal genius on one of the five hundred planets below invented a new martial art, forging technique, or Qi-gathering method, our Five Clans sent enforcers to confiscate every copy and lock it inside this vault,” Zi Haotian admitted quietly. “Our clansmen only practiced our own five royal manuals, so 99% of these three million books have just been sitting here gathering dust for ten thousand years so…
