Dream

Darkness, nothing out of the ordinary. Silence, now that was very unusual. Even in the blanket of the night, the sounds of insects could not be unheard. For a blind person who relied mostly on hearing and touch, The silence was equal to taking yet another sense from his already lacking body. Cold, akin to being drowned in the river of Yondu during the winter season. A new sensation for the Little Cripple, yet as scary as it sounds, it was not comparable to the feeling of being robbed of the ability to hear.

Since the day he could think of himself as a free and independent individual, he relied on his sense of hearing for the majority of his time. He relied on it too much he could not stop himself from being annoyed by the damnable chickens because they were being amazingly annoying during the entire morning, he relied on it too much that he is used to compose his own music of nature accompanied by the sounds of insects, clinking sound of the wind chimes and the strangely hypnotic sounds of the lumberjack cutting up the logs.

Furthermore, he could not feel his body, yet another sense was taken from him, his sense of touch. He could not confirm anything significant about his sense of taste, since he couldn not even feel his mouth much less his tongue.

However he did not lose his hope, because he could still think clearly, yet, being a five years old, and incapable of feeling all five of his senses, was a huge hit to his young fragile will. More than anything, he felt afraid that he could not see the father figure that was the Village Chief anymore, he was afraid that he couldn't repay his kindness for taking care of him for all these years. He could have just left the poor baby alone, he could have just left fate to decide the inevitable future of the crippled little baby, yet he reached his hand to the lines of fate and adopted the baby, raised him as his own and watched him as close as other parents did. No amount of praise could describe this kindness, no amount of years was enough if he lost the ability to repay this emotional debt. Thus he hoped, he hoped that this was just a dream, an illusion that separated his mind from the reality that condemned him to be different from normal, the reality that gave him light among the haunting darkness. Dreams, oh so he wished to be fake, among others countless beautiful dreams, yet the messenger who came to visit was just the dark side of the moon of the beautiful dream.

As the feeling of cold kept creeping by, time felt slowly passed, as slow as the breezing wind in the afternoon. Slowly he felt a different sensation, a dizzying sensation, slowly but surely, new memories started to appear inside his head. A complex memory of a pure experience and esoteric knowledge of something called 'Soul Magic'. The memory appeared, but there was no feeling being somebody else, the experience was built as if the recipient experienced it himself, thousands of years of living another life, thousands of years feeling completing quest, combat, experience and so many more. The mind of the young, slowly evolved, to something so much more.

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"Cultivation starts from the very foundation to the very top, it must be tread step by step. Hesitation is not an option, impatience is no more than an enemy, shortcuts are just nightmares."

"The orthodox way of Cultivation is the Cultivation of Body and Energy, followed by the divinity of the soul. Transcendence could be achieved if those three aspects broke through the peak and reached a whole new level, being above the chain of temptations and ignorance. Rise to be above the masses, to be what can not be fathomed, the Immortals. The being of heaven, he who foresaw the inevitable veil of mysteries, trampled over the codex of the ordinary. However, how can one think so little of the transcendence? Up there, there was no concept of the trinity of body, energy and soul, everything converging into one single entity, True Body of Immortal Ascension."

"This sparked different schools of thoughts, the so-called dao of heaven and earth. Sword Dao, Martial Dao, Puppet Dao, too many to count, too few to fill the endlessness of the Void, thus I was born, the Dao of Soul Magic. Using the Soul to perfect the Vessel so that you may purify a denser, a stronger energy. When you are done, your gaze can burn the universe with an unparalleled Fire, your Body can crush the tallest mountain, with one finger, you can slash through the Void."

"Do not follow another path, do not follow this path, what I left behind is only my path. Forge your own path. May this foundation lead you to a better future, a brighter future."

"Your foundation is the most important thing. This dream space leads you to the convergence of the chaotic forces of the Astral Plane. This dream space will guide and help you to strengthen your true soul, along with my ultimate technique, True Soul Fire, will help you recieve chaotic forces of the Astral Plane and purified it to match your soul wave, thus achieving the strengthening of the True Soul, using the same technique you can manifest your Ilusarry Soul Fire to forge your corporeal body and achieving the strengthening of the body. Your body and soul will achieve a gradual process of purifying and strengthening thus it can automatically filter the impure energy existing in the material plane. This process will give you an unparalleled talent of the ages, unparalleled physical strength, a clear mind of a sage, and the pure energy of a fairy. My experience Will guide you to face a greater world, my knowledge will reinforce your path to the peak."

"Now begin, young one, for the answers you so deeply desires are only a hair away from unveiling itself if you have the power to lift the veil yourself."