In a corner of the Cultivation World of *Ashen Heaven*, a curtain of rain hung from the sky, shrouding a sect with a particularly grim aesthetic.
The Dawa Sect. Here, they didn't cultivate the Golden Core Dao or seek invincible Divine Techniques. The "Dao" its disciples pursued was... peculiar. One might even call it... deviant.
The sect's daily cultivation consisted of a series of deviant rituals.
By a waterside pavilion, there was always a female disciple of exceptional beauty, revered as the "Holy Daughter."
She would lean against the railing, utterly bored, reciting the sect's sacred text—the *Saintess's Teachings*—in a tone that was three parts apathy and seven parts contempt.
Her voice held not a shred of the passion one would expect from a sermon, only a sense of obligation and annoyance.
Outside the pavilion, dozens of male disciples sat cross-legged, listening intently in the rain, undeterred by the weather.
