Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh——
The sages of the Poisonous World arrived one after another. Under the scattered firelight, their faces appeared particularly solemn.
The Heavenly Poison Sage froze for a long while, then knelt down with a thud on the burning crimson ground.
"My tomes..." He lowered his head, white hair draping, exuding an indescribable sense of age.
The other sages also looked filled with sorrow.
This was not just the burning of tomes, but the accumulated legacy of the Poisonous World since ancient times.
A civilization they inherited till now, destined to inherit to the next generation.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but ask, "Are these tomes irreplaceable?"
Logically speaking, the sages should have many important tomes on them, not to the extent that the destruction of a library leads to the end of civilization.
A sage bitterly said, "Our own Poison Path heritage naturally is on us."
"But, the Poison Path heritage here exceeds our generation's alone."
