Dual Cultivation System: The Villainous Servant’s Rise

Chapter 224: The True Foundation of the Heavenly Void Sect! The Heavenly Spirit River!

“Apologies, Grand Elder. I am a bit late.”

Arriving before Grand Elder Chi Lian, Han Lie cupped his hands and bowed respectfully.

“Mm… as long as the sun hasn’t set, you aren’t late.”

Chi Lian glanced at the group and spoke indifferently, “Since everyone is here, follow closely. Once we enter the Sect’s forbidden grounds, do not fly off out of curiosity. I cannot guarantee your safety if you wander. Hehe.”

“Yes, Grand Elder!”

Immediately, Grand Elder Chi Lian led Han Lie and the other nine disciples into the air, flying past the Elder Council and heading straight for the deepest recesses of the Heavenly Void Sect.

After leaving the populated areas, the group traversed peak after peak, each soaring into the clouds. As they ventured deeper, Han Lie and the others felt the atmosphere turn increasingly eerie.

Faint, incomprehensible whispers seemed to echo in the wind, as if ancient secrets were hidden within the layered mountain ranges, murmuring to those who passed.

None of the disciples dared to ask questions. They simply obeyed Chi Lian’s instructions and followed tight on her heels.

Finally, Chi Lian halted between two towering, pillar-like mountains.

Looking ahead, the space between the peaks shimmered with densely packed, semi-transparent runes floating in the void.

Just as the disciples puzzled over the sight, Grand Elder Chi Lian lightly pinched her jade-like fingers together, murmuring an incantation under her breath.

With a gentle wave of her hand, specks of light containing terrifying energy rippled outward. The countless runes began to twist and realign, eventually forming a swirling spatial tunnel leading to an unknown destination.

“Hehe. For most of you, this is your first time experiencing the Heavenly Spirit River baptism. Try not to be too shocked.”

Chi Lian offered a mysterious smile, then tapped her foot against the air, leading the way into the vortex.

Despite their burning curiosity, Han Lie and the others remained silent, following the Grand Elder into the spatial passage.

Hum!

The blinding white light faded, revealing a Grotto-Heaven shrouded in immortal mist.

High above this pocket dimension, a river of spiritual power—spanning countless miles and stretching beyond the horizon—hung suspended in the sky like a galaxy of liquid light.

At the edge of this Heavenly Spirit River floated a massive island. Pure spiritual power, condensed into liquid form, cascaded over the island’s edge like a waterfall, plummeting three thousand feet into the abyss below.

The concentration of Spiritual Qi in the air here was hundreds, perhaps thousands of times greater than in the outside world.

Han Lie gazed up at the celestial river, his scalp tingling with numbness. Standing beneath such majesty, he felt like a mayfly looking up at the universe—a single grain of sand in a vast ocean.

He was insignificant.

He couldn’t fathom the kind of godlike power required to forge such a colossal river of liquefied spiritual essence.

Seeing the disciples stunned into silence, Grand Elder Chi Lian covered her mouth and chuckled softly. “If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t bother explaining. But today, I suppose I can enlighten you.”

“This is the Heavenly Spirit River, the true foundation of our Heavenly Void Sect!”

“Do you want to know how it was formed?”

“Please enlighten us, Grand Elder,” Han Lie said eagerly, nodding solemnly.

“Very well.”

Chi Lian began her narration, her voice tinged with reverence. “The embryonic form of the Heavenly Spirit River was forged by the Sect’s founder—the first Sect Leader—using trillions of Spirit Stones.”

“Over the subsequent tens of thousands of years, every Sect Leader and Elder who reached the limit of their lifespan with no hope of breakthrough would dissolve their bodies and cultivation. They transformed their lifelong power into pure spiritual energy, merging it into this river.”

“Thus, the Heavenly Spirit River grew, generation by generation, until it reached the scale you see today.”

Hearing this, Han Lie and the others gaped, their shock deepening. This wasn’t just a resource; it was a monument of sacrifice.

“Ah, barring any accidents, my final resting place will likely be this river as well,” Chi Lian sighed wistfully, before her expression turned serious. “Alright, time is of the essence. Let us begin.”

She proceeded to explain the rules of the baptism.

Within the three-thousand-foot waterfall of liquid spirit, ten meditation cushions floated, arranged vertically from low to high.

The higher the cushion, the greater the volume and purity of the spiritual power one receives.

The cushions below received the runoff—energy that had already washed over the people above. Naturally, the quantity and purity would be significantly reduced.

A lower-ranked disciple asked a valid question: “Since the river is so massive, shouldn’t the energy be endless? Why would the flow decrease for those below?”

Chi Lian’s explanation was simple and brutal.

“Think of a bottle filled with water. When you pour it out, the neck of the bottle limits the flow. There is a maximum output. The waterfall cannot dump the entire river at once. Those at the top drink from the tap; those at the bottom drink what spills over.”

“Do you understand?”

“Understood, Grand Elder!”

“Good. Find your cushions according to your ranking in the individual competition.”

“This baptism lasts for half a year. How much you gain depends entirely on your own ability.”

As soon as Chi Lian finished speaking, Han Lie and the others exchanged glances. Without wasting another second, they engaged their movement techniques and shot toward the cascading waterfall.

Han Lie, as the champion, claimed the highest cushion, hidden within the upper strata of the torrent.

Crash!

The waterfall slammed down like a beast, the roar deafening enough to rupture eardrums.

Feeling the raw, unadulterated power of the current, Han Lie grinned wildly. “Hehe! Let’s see if I can use this baptism to break through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage in one go!”

With that, Han Lie plunged headfirst into the deluge and sat cross-legged on the highest cushion.

Boom!

A crushing weight of pure spiritual liquid smashed into Han Lie’s body, exerting terrifying pressure. It felt as though a mountain were trying to grind him into dust.

“Holy hell!”

Han Lie cursed through gritted teeth but immediately entered a meditative state.

He activated the Yin Yang Evil Magic at full throttle. Simultaneously, his Pure Yang Sacred Body began to devour the energy with voracious hunger.

In an instant, Han Lie’s body became a black hole, greedily sucking in the terrifying torrent of spiritual power crashing down upon him.

Below him, Zhuo Hongyi and the others also settled into their positions, commencing their own cultivation.

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