Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 41: Divine Son

A violent storm raged across the sky.

Lightning tore through the heavens, illuminating the dark clouds in blinding flashes, while thunder roared endlessly as if the world itself trembled beneath its fury.

At the edge of a towering cliff, a lone figure stood unmoving.

The flashes of lightning revealed the sharp contours of his face, each strike briefly carving his features into something almost unreal, as if even the heavens sought to outline his existence.

His robes fluttered wildly in the storm, yet his figure remained completely still. An overwhelming presence radiated from him calm, vast, and indifferent.

Like a god... silently overlooking the world below.

Mo Tianyu the divine son and the next successor of the Nine Abyss Yin Pavilion.

Just then, a figure dressed in black appeared behind him, kneeling instantly with his head lowered. "Divine Son the Saintess has arrived."

For a brief moment, only the sound of thunder echoed between them. Mo Tianyu did not turn.

There was no visible change in his expression. "It is late."

His voice was calm, devoid of emotion. "Aunt Xuan Yue should not have given her that much time."

The guard’s body trembled slightly, though he did not dare to raise his head.

Mo Tianyu raised his hand slightly. "Leave."

The word was soft. Yet the moment it fell, the guard vanished without hesitation, as if he had never been there to begin with.

Silence returned.

The storm continued to rage. A faint, almost imperceptible smile appeared on Mo Tianyu’s lips. "Good."

He spoke as if to the space itself. "Observe her." The air stirred faintly then returned to silence.

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Just as Lin Xiaotian and Han Leu arrived in the chamber, the heavy doors shut behind them with a muted thud, and Lin Xiaotian glanced at him before saying, "Sit," his tone calm yet carrying a quiet authority that left no room for refusal, as Han Leu quietly obeyed.

Without wasting another moment, Lin Xiaotian stepped forward, his robes barely stirring, and placed a finger against Han Leu’s forehead, slowly pouring spiritual qi as fine, silken threads slipped into every meridian and traced each pathway with precision, finally reaching the dantian, yet no matter how deeply he probed, he found nothing unusual nor any hidden abnormality.

He paused slightly, his brows tightening just a fraction, and muttered, "Strange... nothing at all," his gaze sharpening as a faint unease surfaced beneath his composed exterior while he considered extending his divine sense further.

Even though he knew he lacked proper control without reaching the Golden Core realm, and despite standing invincible within the sect, he understood that such invincibility did not erase the subtle dangers of probing another’s spiritual sea.

After a brief silence, he spoke again, his voice lower now, carrying a quiet weight, "Relax your mind and do not resist," and Han Leu exhaled softly before giving a faint nod, forcing his tense body into stillness.

The moment Lin Xiaotian’s divine sense entered, Han Leu suddenly groaned, his fingers tightening as his aura twisted violently, like a calm lake struck by an unseen force, sending ripples of unstable energy through the air.

Within the spiritual sea, Lin Xiaotian’s vision unfolded into a vast inner world where a miniature version of Han Leu sat cross-legged upon an eight-petaled lotus, its petals faintly glowing, while a pitch-black line cut across the entire expanse, dividing it with unnatural precision into two opposing halves.

One half was completely calm, glowing with a serene, almost sacred white light, while the other surged with restless waves filled with dense, suffocating demonic qi that churned like a storm on the verge of breaking.

Half of the infant figure had already turned a deep crimson, black, its presence unsettling yet stable, and the moment Lin Xiaotian focused on the lotus beneath him, his eyes narrowed slightly as realization struck him.

Han Leu had already reached the eighth layer of Divine Transformation at one point of time.

Lin Xiaotian slowly withdrew his divine sense, his expression turning slightly grave as he stepped back, while Han Leu remained seated for a moment, his breathing uneven before gradually stabilizing, the violent fluctuations around him fading into a fragile calm.

After giving him a brief moment to recover, Lin Xiaotian looked at him and asked directly, "Can you tell me how this happened, Elder Han?" his voice steady, yet carrying a quiet seriousness beneath it.

Hearing this, Han Leu let out a long sigh, his shoulders sinking slightly as if recalling something he had long buried, before he spoke in a low voice, "Sect Master... it happened a few years ago, when I was fleeing from a certain place, and my enemies sent an assassin after me."

"That man was a demonic cultivator," he continued, his eyes darkening, "and during the fight I managed to defeat and slay him after a prolonged battle, but the moment I dropped my guard, exhausted and vulnerable, he used some vile technique to unleash his divine soul into my spiritual sea, attempting to seize control of my body."

"Fortunately, our powers were comparable," Han Leu said, clenching his fist slightly, "so he failed to take over, but instead of being destroyed, his soul self-destructed within my spiritual sea, and it was only because I had cultivated a low-grade Heaven-level soul technique that I managed to survive that catastrophe."

"Even so," he added bitterly, "my cultivation began to regress afterward, and that corruption slowly spread, eating away at my spiritual sea bit by bit until it occupied more than half of it, and had things continued that way, I would have eventually died without even knowing when."

His voice softened slightly as he continued, "But then I met Brother Yan, who somehow managed to seal both my cultivation and that corruption, preventing it from spreading further, though" he paused briefly, a trace of regret flashing across his face, "I was never able to repay his grace."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaotian fell into deep contemplation, his gaze lowering slightly as fragments of knowledge surfaced in his mind, recalling the countless records he had scoured in the sect library while learning about the cultivation world, before he slowly lifted his eyes and looked at Han Leu.

After a brief silence, he said calmly, "I have two solutions for you, Elder Han," his voice steady, yet carrying a weight that hinted neither option would come without consequence.

Hearing this, Han Leu’s eyes lit up for a brief moment, a flicker of hope breaking through his weary expression, but it quickly faded as he let out a self-deprecating laugh and asked, "What is the cost, Sect Master?"

Seeing this, Lin Xiaotian gave a slight nod, his expression unchanged, as he understood that Han Leu had already grasped the truth there would always be a price to pay.