Chapter no.15 Making a Cultivation Technique

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[Zhu's POV]

As I sat in meditation, the world around me faded into a tranquil silence. I found myself delving into the deepest recesses of my mind, pondering the essence of cultivation. What was it truly?

A mere means to power, or something more profound?

As I journeyed through my thoughts, the question of my own path emerged.

What did I seek in this new world, and what was my true nature?

My life had been a tumultuous journey.

The loss of my brother tore a rift through our family, sending us down separate, painful paths. In my desperation, I had even summoned the devil.

Then came the 60 years in the world of magic.

My goal, to kill the Sage Emperor, loomed large in my mind.

Yet, I realized it was just that—a goal, a destination, but not the journey itself. Throughout my life, one constant had always been there: my pursuit of knowledge. From my early years of studying to catch my parents' attention to the relentless quest to find a way to bring my brother back, knowledge had been my companion, my solace.

In this world of cultivation, my path needed to reflect that intrinsic part of me. It wasn't about achieving a rank or gaining power for the sake of it. My journey was about understanding, about peeling back the layers of this universe to reveal its secrets. It was about using knowledge as my tool, my weapon.

Cultivation, then, was not just a physical or magical practice. It was a philosophical pursuit, an exploration of the self and the world. It was about finding harmony between the soul and the vast expanse of the universe. Each chant, each movement of soul force, was a step towards a deeper understanding.

In this moment of clarity, I saw my path unfurling before me—a path of discovery and mastery, driven by an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. It would be a journey not just of increasing my strength but expanding my mind, challenging my beliefs, and exploring the unknown.

As I sat there, the energy within me swirling and coalescing, I felt a profound connection to the world around me. I was not just a practitioner of magic or a cultivator of soul force. I was a seeker of truths, a wanderer on an endless path of discovery.

This new cultivation technique I would create wouldn't just be a set of chants or exercises. It would be a reflection of my journey, my struggles, and my insatiable curiosity. It would be a testament to the lessons learned and the knowledge gained.

With this realization, a sense of peace washed over me. My past, with all its pain and loss, had led me to this moment, this new beginning.

With that profound realization, I shifted my focus, opening my very soul to the flow of mana, soul force, or whatever name it goes by in this world. Some might find it odd that I wasn't trying to exert control or direct it. But I saw it differently, akin to a painter who splashes paint on a canvas, then steps back to view the emerging picture, allowing the masterpiece to form in its own time and way. In the same manner, I let the soul force flow freely, without attempting to shape or guide it.

As I sat there, something remarkable began to happen. The soul force around me, once a wild and untamed stream, started to move in harmony with my own rhythm. It was as if it resonated with my thoughts, my desires, and my newfound understanding of my path. It didn't need to be controlled; it needed to be understood and respected.

This was my path – one not of force, but of harmony and understanding. A path where the soul force and I were not master and servant, but partners in a dance of cosmic energy. It was a path of synergy, where my inner world and the external forces of mana blended seamlessly.

I could feel the illumination of my path, a path uniquely mine, born out of my experiences, my knowledge, and my perspective. It was as if a light had been turned on in a dark room, revealing a road that had always been there, waiting for me to see it.

As I began the chant of my Cultivation Technique, a thought struck me – this creation of mine needed a name, a title that encapsulated its essence and purpose. I pondered over it, letting the rhythm of the chant flow through me, a backdrop to my contemplations.

"Necroautomaton," the name surfaced in my mind almost instinctively. It felt right, a fusion of death and the mechanical, mirroring the very nature of my path. Everything in my life had started with death, from the loss that had driven me to the dark arts, to my fascination with the Necronomicon, the book of the dead. And now, in this new world, with the power of the machine by my side.

Let's begin.

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In the vast expanse of time and tide,

A seeker walks with eyes open wide.

For knowledge he yearns, through age and decay,

Where death is a lesson, in night and in day.

Eternal his soul, through the machine's embrace,

Defying the limits of time and of space.

With each tick of the clock, his wisdom grows deep,

In the library of cosmos, secrets to keep.

"Grant me the wisdom, the ancient, the new,

To understand mysteries, both false and true.

Let time be my canvas, death but a door,

To realms unexplored, of myth and of lore."

Through ages he wanders, in search of the light,

Where darkness and death never conquer the fight.

His chant is a whisper, a promise to keep,

To study, to learn, even in eternal sleep.

"Let knowledge be power, in this life and beyond,

An unending quest, of which I am fond.

In the dance of the ages, let my soul be free,

Bound not by death, but by curiosity."

This is his path, a journey of the mind,

In the annals of time, his legacy defined.

A soul undying, in the machine's hold,

Chasing the secrets, forever untold.