Han Yu remained silent for a long while after the Peak Head finished speaking.
The warehouse was still frozen, the air biting cold, yet his thoughts burned hotter than any flame he had cultivated before. The Inheritance Stelae. The Freezing Abyss Glacial Art. Legacy Disciple. Protection that transcended politics. Every word echoed in his mind, overlapping and colliding, refusing to settle.
He was not naive enough to believe that this was a guaranteed path.
In fact, among all the opportunities he had encountered since entering the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, this was perhaps the most uncertain one.
The Inheritance Stelae was infamous precisely because it did not operate on human logic. No elder dictated what one received. No amount of preparation guaranteed success. Desire alone was meaningless before it. Even sincerity could be ignored.
The Stelae judged.
And no one knew by what criteria.
