Han Yu read it clearly.
"Moon Conquering Divine Art."
His breath caught.
For a moment, he simply stared, unsure whether he had truly seen it or merely imagined it.
"Moon Conquering… Divine Art?" he repeated softly.
The name felt heavy.
Familiar.
Han Yu's thoughts raced as he searched through his memories. He had never seen the full name written anywhere before, but he had encountered references. Fragmented mentions. Veiled allusions buried deep within sect records and whispered rumors.
There was a cultivation art within the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect that stood above the rest.
An art that was said to be the culmination of their path.
Most disciples only cultivated the Slaughtering Moon Blood Baptism Art, a powerful but incomplete technique. Inner disciples and core disciples refined more advanced versions, while elders possessed even higher derivatives.
But above all of them, there existed a final form.
A true conquering art.
