Outside the Library, the entire Celestial Essence Sect was engulfed in a blaze of battle.
A large number of Demon Sect disciples charged forward, accompanied by the clashing sounds of weapons and earth-shattering shouts of battle, corpses lying scattered, blood flowing like rivers.
All the mountain gate buildings of the Celestial Essence Sect were in ruins, as the Demon Sect followers surged like a pack of wolves, bringing unprecedented destruction to the mountain gate. Some buildings had even caught fire, black smoke billowing into the sky.
However, at this moment inside the Library, the atmosphere was completely different from the external world filled with murderous intent and chaotic warfare.
Peace, tranquility.
As if isolated from the chaotic world, standing silently.
Vast and desolate, quietly profound.
A servant slowly walked over from a distance, holding a simple broom that had lost almost all its bristles.
Sweeping the dust from the ground, one stroke at a time.
