Darius Supreme



Today was a glorious day, for the ships carrying the various immortals from around the continent of Pan were arriving slowly today. The southern area where Darius occupied was usually quite, but today it was exceedingly bustling. 

Not only had the various sectarian cultivators come over to spy and inspect the Pan Suppression Sect, but almost every itinerant cultivator had come over to either witness this grand occasion, do some purchases, see if they could join Darius' force or fish in troubled waters. 

Pan had not seen busyness and grandness like this in hundreds of thousands of millennia. It was only in the early days before sects when cultivators were still worming their way about that such events could happen. 

However, no matter how many came to Darius territory, the expansive land built by the robots could easily handle and accommodate them. As this was the grand opening, one week's lodging was granted free to all itinerant cultivators, which made them jump for joy. 

After all, the moment they walked through the gates of the outer sect, they had been smacked in the face with Spirit Energy so pure that many orgasmed directly on the spot and fell to their knees. 

The funny thing was that no one else laughed at newcomers who fell to their knees making shameful sounds, rather showing rare kindness and understanding as they moved to help them up. 

After all, they had also gone through it! 

While the newer fellows who walked in were shocked speechless, the older ones were filled with solemnity and regret. They intimately understood that they had made an egregious mistake and had fallen into a cruel trap from which it would be difficult to escape. 

Now that their bodies had tasted and experienced such pure and perfect Spirit Energy, they could never easily step out of these gates and go back to the 'filthy' spirit energy of other places at Pan, their own former territories or cities included. 

To give a crude example, it was like drinking unfiltered water all your life and thinking that this was the norm, so you had no qualms about it. But one day, you saw a bottle of refined water that had been cleaned and drank it. 

After tasting such water - and more importantly, knowing such water existed - you would starkly realize how dirty the water you used to drink was, and suddenly, something that was normal to you a second before now became unbearable. 

Of course, it was not impossible to go back with enough willpower, but that was predicated on the fact that you only drank a bit of the purer water. If you only had a sip, while you may treasure the memory of that sip, you could still drink the unfiltered water to survive as you had till then. 

However, if you had found a whole truck of them with cartons upon cartons and drank continuously for over a month, your entire system would change and the previous dirty water you drank would not be able to enter your mouth. If it did, it would likely be vomited out. 

The itinerant cultivators were in the same position. If they turned around and ran out of the gate without looking back, there was a chance that they could return to their former places and adapt back to lower-quality spirit energy. 

However, how was that possible? Putting aside how long it took them to get here from where they came, there was also the fact that every second caused their pores to loosen up and their cultivations to become smoother. 

The higher their cultivation, the more they felt this. Golden Core and above cultivators who could 'auto-cultivate' were like small-scale black holes. The area around them relating to their Magic stat multiplied by the quality of their Spirit root was being drained by them every second, and no matter how hard they 'sucked' there was more energy to replace it. 

This was unlike outside where you could even render the best areas barren after 'sucking' too hard. So they always had to limit their cultivation or find better areas, they could not 'cultivate' at full power 24/7 because once an area was drained, it would take time to 'refill'. 

However, just the outer sect alone was chugging out so much Spirit Energy of such high quality that they could suck endlessly at full power and not dent anything. In fact, three or more fellows would stand side by side and suck all they wanted, but they would not hinder each other nor render the place barren. 

In just a few hours of being here, they had gained almost 1 year worth of cultivating hard outside in an average location! Yes, it was that exaggerated! 

Not to mention there was even the shocking and horrifying side effect that continuous absorption of this high-quality Spirit Energy caused those with patchy foundations to have them passively being patched, and those with lower quality spirits roots had their spirit roots quality increased slightly with each second. 

Naturally the lower the grade of Spirit Root and the worse the foundation, the stronger the effect. Some 'trashes' who had scrounged to get here were on their knees crying, because they could tell that after staying here for a month or more, they could finally have average talent. 

Those with average talent would need to stay here for a decade to have top talent and those with top talent would only be better than their former selves if they stayed here for centuries. 

Once this was discovered, there was universal fear and horror from all parties. Itinerant cultivators understood that they were now permanent slaves of the Pan Suppression Sect, because they could never leave this place and pass up the chance to grow stronger! 

The sectarian cultivators were filled with fear and horror because they could envision what kind of power this sect would have in just 10 years, not even a century of time. It would be enough to easily sweep through all of them like rats! 

They normally would be filled with killing intent rather than fear, as such a power could never be let grow! 

After all, the goddamn sect was named PAN SUPPRESSION SECT. Their goals and objectives were obvious and with such a guarantee of power, their dreams would be easily achieved with time if they did nothing. 

No, what caused these top echelons to be full of fear was that this was not Darius' home base! 

Remember, the fellow was the Lord of Safemoon and his forces had already subjugated most of Fallon, so one could say the entire continent was his. 

Not to mention the resources that only he could produce could achieve this kind of effect meant that even if they seized this land from him and caused him to retreat, he could just train the Fallon mages and warriors in the same amount of time and make them just as powerful. 

Or even worse, he could directly go to their rivals on Houto who would use this chance to power themselves up and then dominate them! 

The sectarian cultivators realized that they were in a life-and-death crisis like never before. They absolutely had to verify Darius' methods and his trump cards, because they only had two choices now. 

Either twiddle their thumbs and wait until Darius conquers them or capture him in one fell swoop and make sure they either kill him completely or control him without any loopholes. 

The problem was that no matter how confident they were in themselves, they could not guarantee that they could achieve this. After all, it was rumored that there was a True Lord behind Darius who provided all the goods, so what if that fellow interfered? 

What if Darius himself was so powerful that even if they sieged him, he was able to retreat back to Fallon safely? What if he had some means or resources that would allow him to escape? 

If he could create a Supreme Holy Land like this in 7 fucking days, they did not doubt that he might have something of that nature. 

If he escaped, everything would be over so that could not be allowed. No, they had to think of a way, they had to completely dig out his secrets! 

Usually, the best ways were to use a scapegoat, the honeytrap, or a traitor by his side. 

However who was willing to be a scapegoat among them? To fish out Darius' top-tier power, it had to be someone on their level and who would risk their lives for that? 

A traitor by his side was impossible since he had cut off all access to his side by preventing his sect from recruiting. Even the most basic street sweeper was one of his people, so how could they place someone beside him? 

Also, they could not buy off anyone by his side. My brother, putting aside loyalty, did they have any goods that were better than what Darius could give? 

So the only hope left was the honeytrap, but how could a man like Darius lack women? Everyone had seen Luna, and there were only a handful of beauties in the entire Faust who could match her level of feminine perfection. 

What were they to do? 

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