28 Verdalor's Seclusion!
As Verdalor settled Ah Yin near his lair, he ensured that her mind remained clouded, a temporary measure to shield her from the traumatic memories of her past. He knew that for his cunning plan to succeed, Ah Yin had to remain loyal and mistrustful of humans, especially Tang Hao.
With a determined glint in his eyes, Verdalor set his sights on a lofty goal—he aimed to reach the cultivation level of 200,000 years old, a significant milestone for any Fierce Beast. He understood that to truly protect and nurture his subjects, he needed to become even more powerful.
His territory, now known as Verdant Forest after a recent naming ceremony with his subjects, was thriving under his rule. However, Verdalor realized, his cultivation seemed to stagnate for a little bit.
And so, he made the decision to enter deep seclusion, withdrawing from the affairs of his kingdom.
Delegating his responsibilities to trusted advisers and lieutenants, Verdalor's focus shifted entirely to his cultivation. He knew that in this world, strength was the ultimate currency.
To reach his dream, to grab the heaven and earth treasures scattered in the world and to safeguard the beings he cared for, he needed to ascend to greater heights of power.
In the heart of the Verdant Forest, Verdalor was in his World Tree form, initiated a silent transformation. He stood tall and unwavering, his leaves shimmering with a vibrant emerald glow as he channeled his Nurturing Aura.
Spirit beasts of all shapes and sizes flocked to his presence, feeling their growth accelerate under his benevolent influence.
But, as with many things in life, Verdalor's abilities came at a cost. As he nurtured his subjects, he subtly siphoned off a portion of their spirit and spiritual energy, redirecting it into his own cultivation.
It was not a malevolent act but a necessary one, ahem.
"To protect myself and to achieve my dream to become Plant Godking, I must grow stronger. Surely my subjects want to help me!" he affirmed, his voice unwavering in its determination.
He also didn't forget to tap into the most valuable treasures living in his inner world—the remnants of the two dragon kings. Their immense size didn't just for shows, it contain bundles of energy that he can siphon to aid to his cultivation.
Spirit energy cultivation was a complex and nuanced practice, and Verdalor was well-versed in the secrets of the natural world. As a being who had once been deeply rooted in the earth, his cultivation was commenced by forging a profound connection with the surrounding environment.
This connection allowed him to tap into the abundant life force that permeated the Great Star Dou Forest, but most significantly within his own realm, the Verdant Forest. It allowed him to prosper by giving each other, their respective 'waste'.
It was an exchange beneficial for both parties. It was a cycle of give and take, a cosmic dance of energy and vitality.
Just as trees exhaled oxygen, benefiting all living creatures while taking in carbon dioxide. In this exchange, he found the sustenance needed to bolster his own spirit energy and spiritual energy.
Verdalor's deep connection with the Verdant Forest allowed him to tap into the very essence of nature. He channeled his spiritual energy into the roots and branches of his being, strengthening his communion with the forest and the world at large.
This intimate bond enriched his spiritual energy, infusing it with the vitality of the world. While cultivating his spiritual energy, Verdalor paid special attention to nurturing the creation attributes within him.
His wood element, synonymous with growth and vitality, reached a state of perfection. His life attribute, representing the essence of life itself, flourished in harmony with the Verdant Forest.
With each passing day in seclusion, Verdalor's spirit energy and spiritual energy grew in tandem. His dedication to these intricate practices brought him closer to his breakthrough!
He melded his consciousness with the ebb and flow of the forest, establishing a deep resonance with the earth, water, air, and fire elements. Each element contributed to the refinement and enrichment of his spirit energy.
In his meditative states, Verdalor transcended the boundaries of time and space. Verdalor's voice, though not spoken aloud, resonated in the depths of his being as he contemplated in his cultivation.
"Balance," he mused, his inner voice echoing through the verdant expanse of his consciousness.
"Balance is the foundation of the world."
Other than that, throughout the day, Verdalor harnessed the potent energy of the sun, allowing its radiant rays to infuse his spirit with vitality. With the onset of night, he turned his attention to the moon's gentle light, using it to further refine his spirit energy.
This harmonious dance between the celestial bodies was also part of his usual cultivation.
Verdalor also delved into meditation and self-reflection. This introspection allowed him to optimize the efficiency of his spiritual energy utilization, eliminating any wasteful tendencies and refining his control over this ethereal force.
Verdalor was well on his way to becoming a force to be reckoned with, ensuring that he was becoming stronger day by day and the prosperity of his verdant kingdom as its king!
Verdalor had a clear vision of the path ahead. He saw himself stepping beyond the confines of his forest sanctuary and venturing into the wider world, a realm brimming with both wonders and dangers.
The acquisition of heaven and earth treasures had become a pressing goal, for such treasures held the potential to amplify his already formidable abilities.
"I shall seek the treasures hidden within the heart of the Great Star Dou Forest," he resolved, the very thought energizing his spirit.
"After I reached 200,000 years old, I can at least survive in the core area of Great Star Dou Forest! I also need to make a plan to 'borrow' Di Tian's Life Gold."
Over the course of time, Verdalor's wood element, began to flourish and unintentionally boosted some trees growth in his lair. The life attribute, one of the creation attributes, grew stronger within him as his vitality seemed to increase day by day without bound.
The forest around his lair became a paradise, where plant spirit beasts can thrived, and the aura of life was ever abundant which made self-healing for any injuries was far easier and faster.
Seasons changed, and another six years passed, yet Verdalor remained in seclusion. Verdalor stood as a silent sentinel, a symbol of patience and wisdom, his commitment to nurturing his own strength and that of his kingdom was unwavering.
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Nestled within the heart of the picturesque Fasinuo province, the tranquil Holy Spirit Village revealed itself as a haven of serenity. Its idyllic streets were lined with around three hundred households, creating a close-knit community that thrived in harmony.
Situated just to the south of the bustling Nuoding City, the village found itself cradled amidst vast stretches of fertile farmland. These emerald fields, laboring tirelessly, yielded a bounty of crops, the lifeblood of Nuoding City's sustenance.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the landscape in a warm, amber hue, the fields whispered the tales of toil and perseverance that defined Holy Spirit Village.
Each furrow and every crop proved the unwavering dedication of its diligent residents. They tended to their fields with unwavering commitment, nurturing the land that had been their livelihood for generations.
The very name, 'Holy Spirit,' held a timeless significance within the village. It wasn't merely a moniker but a symbol of their rich history and heritage. Legend had it that a century ago, a Spirit Master of unparalleled power had emerged from these very streets.
This formidable figure, wielding the mighty martial spirit, Holy Spirit, which etched the name 'Holy Spirit' into the annals of history of the village. This extraordinary tale remained an everlasting source of pride for the villagers, a legacy that whispered of greatness waiting to be awakened in their midst.
Today, the gentle winds that rustled through the village's ancient trees carried with them the promise of an extraordinary event. In the heart of Holy Spirit Village, within the humble abode of the Tang family, a young boy named Tang San had experienced a rare awakening.
Twin Martial Spirits, a phenomenon that occurred once in a generation, had manifested within him. This occurrence held profound implications within the realm of Spirit Masters, for it heralded the emergence of a prodigious talent.
However, Tang San, wise beyond his years as a reincarnated man from another world, had made a calculated choice. He had chosen to reveal only one facet of his burgeoning powers to Su Yuantao, an influential figure in the village.
The Blue Silver Grass martial spirit was his chosen facade, a strategic decision to shroud his true capabilities in secrecy.
This choice was no hasty whim; it was a carefully crafted plan. Tang San understood that the world of Spirit Masters was not just a realm of strength but also a labyrinth of politics and intrigue. Revealing the full extent of his powers could invite unwanted attention and complications.
Tang San's path was one of prudence and subtlety, a route that allowed him to navigate the intricate web of Spirit Master society with caution. He wanted to asked his father's opinion before deciding whether he came out as a Twin Martial Spirit or just a talented spirit master with just one martial spirit.
Tang San's upbringing had been far from ordinary. His father, a man of few words and stern demeanor, had raised him with a sense of discipline and responsibility.
Yet, beneath the facade of strictness, Tang San couldn't help but sense a deep-seated unease in his father. It was an unease that manifested in irritable moments and a lingering distance between them.
For Tang San, his father's behavior had always been a puzzle. He longed to bridge the gap that seemed to separate them, to uncover the source of his father's turmoil. Awakening his Twin Martial Spirits was a step toward that goal—a way to earn his father's pride and, perhaps, unearth the secrets that shrouded their family's past.
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The passage of time flowed with an unwavering grace as Verdalor stood resolute within his Verdant Forest. As he neared the culmination of his seclusion, Verdalor could feel the potent energies within him coalescing, aligning in unity.
Every leaf that adorned his towering form shimmered with an iridescent green, a testament to the potent life force that coursed through his being.
Verdalor knew that his tribulation, the trial that would propel him into the next realm of power, was imminent. It was a reckoning that every formidable Fierce Beast faced on their path to greatness, a sacred rite of passage.
With profound understanding, he began to make meticulous preparations for the forthcoming tribulation. He knew that this trial would test the depths of his strength, resilience, and connection to the world.
The days turned to weeks, and the anticipation in the air grew palpable. The Verdant Forest itself seemed to hold its breath, awaiting the momentous event that would test its king.
As Verdalor's preparations reached their zenith, he felt a profound sense of readiness. His spirit energy surged within him, the elements danced in harmony, and the essence of life thrummed through his every fiber.
With the dawn of the appointed day, Verdalor stood at the precipice of his tribulation, his emerald form resplendent beneath the canopy of his kingdom. The Verdant Forest bore witness to his ascent, and the spirit beasts that dwelled within it watched in awe and reverence.
The tribulation was about to begin, a trial that would push Verdalor to the very limits of his power. But he was prepared. He had honed his spirit energy, embraced the elements, and sought the blessings of the spirits.
With unwavering resolve, he embraced the challenge that awaited him, ready to ascend to the next realm of power. The world held its breath as Verdalor, the World Tree, stepped into the crucible of his tribulation, his emerald form bathed in the dappled light of the forest.
