Ed was led to his cave at the edge of the first section. Seeing this, he glanced at Ntia.
"like I thought, very predictable action," he said and walked in. As the door closed before Ntia's face, she snorted. Even if this thing told anyone of her master's bias, no one would care, she thought and walked away.
Ed was sure that this cave must have less astral energy which is why it was given to him, but he did not care. The energy he felt in here was five times stronger than in his last cave and with his contemplation technique, he was beyond the average cultivator.
Someone else might feel wronged by the first elder's actions, but not him. He could absorb this energy must faster than any other cultivator could, so this action of theirs made no impact on him. Not only was the energy stronger in this cave, but the quality of the cave was better. The walls looked as though they were polished stone.
Ed entered the bedroom and sat in lotus fashion on the ground. He did not immediately begin to cultivate. He first sat and replayed all his fights in the battleground in his mind and gauged his level of control. He was very satisfied with the results he had gotten.
He understood that, though the Great Spill was just like the outside world for the demon lands, the battleground held the same level of restrictions to the cultivation as the demon lands outside the Great Spill. The laws of the Great Spill only allow for fighting on the battlefield and not in the Great Spill. He wondered why.
Thinking about it, a lot of those who came to the lands below the spirit awareness stage are allowed inside the great spill. Most of those here are from the outside world. As far as he was concerned, there was no real benefit of coming to the demon lands except for gaining battle experience like himself. But why do cultivators troupe here? Why do they stay? Was there more to the demon lands than he had been told?
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He understood that these cultivation caves filled with astral energy were very hard to find outside the demon lands, except for those from large clans and sects, still the power struggle inside the great spill makes it hard for people to really use this resource. Besides, this astral energy may not be good enough for most people. Those with low cultivation cannot tell that at this stage, they can cultivate with all the energies, even though not at ones like him, they can use any. But some energies are better for them. This is because they have only one of the energies flowing through them.
No matter how much they absorb the other energies, it will be transformed to their core energy to use. If one absorbed the same energy as the ones in their core, they would grow fast. Different masters would help the young cultivator absorb the right energy to level up faster. So, the great spill which was just a land filled with astral energy would be beneficial to some, not all. Why are all these people here?
There must be something that the old pervert did not tell him. When he had time, he would investigate this. He cleared his mind of all these thoughts and entered his contemplation technique. Sitting under the tree just on the surface of the water inside the heaven-grade contemplation technique, he started to absorb the energy in the cave.
The action was much easier since he had done it before. His body became a massive hole, sucking in all the energy in the cave greedily. In a few breaths of time, the energy coming from the pond into the cave could not keep up. Like before, he placed his hand in the pond and absorbed greedily.
The energy this time, was richer, stronger and purer than his first cave. He was now sure that this cave was supplied by the main vein of the great spill. All the other veins must be flowing from the one in the first section.
He was not reserved at all. Like he had done the last time, he took in all the energy in the pond and started absorbing straight from the source. It did not take time before he could feel the energy depleting to almost nothing.
All hell broke loose in the great spill.