Boom! Boom!
The waterfall pouring from the enormous hole at the mountaintop roared.
Hundreds upon thousands of cultivators lined both sides of the waterfall, which stretched several thousand meters, constantly channeling their Dharma power to gather water vapor.
The water vapor from this waterfall was two or three times as pure as that above the Fury River.
Wang Quan noticed that most of these cultivators were New-Method Cultivators, with a small number of Innate Martial Artists among them.
The cultivators used spells to gather water vapor.
The martial artists gathered it with magical implements they had blood-refined.
All these people had ropes tied around them and carried dry rations.
They would only come back up after gathering a certain amount of water vapor.
However, many had built small platforms on either side of the waterfall, where they rested for a while after gathering a certain amount.
"Is the water vapor they gather theirs, or does it go to the alliance?" Wang Quan asked curiously.
The cultivator guarding the waterfall hesitated before saying, "Two-thirds goes to the alliance, and one-third belongs to them!"
Hiss!
Wang Quan sucked in a breath of cold air.
Good grief, the people in the New-Method Alliance really were ruthless!
He chatted with the cultivator and learned that these people had all come voluntarily. They even had to fight among themselves to secure a spot beside the waterfall to gather water vapor.
Cultivation was simply too difficult.
The cultivator guarding the waterfall sighed. "The New Method builds Dharma power quickly. There's no need to study those headache-inducing Daoist scriptures. As long as you have spiritual roots or a special constitution, you can cultivate toward immortality."
"The only drawbacks are resources and spells."
"Who knows when the big shots above us will take the New Method a step