How To Perfect Your Foundation Realm
As the final tendrils of dawn's embrace faded into the morning sky, Xin Ming emerged from his deep cultivation, his senses now attuned to the world anew. The first light of day danced upon the horizon, painting the heavens with strokes of pink and gold, and his senses sharpened and could sense the beauty of a world being reborn with each rising sun.
With a serene exhale, He opened his eyes, the clarity of his newfound enlightenment piercing through the lingering veils of sleep. The world around him seemed to hum with vitality, every blade of grass, every whispering breeze, infused with a vibrant energy that spoke of serenity.
He rose from the meditative stance.
I didn't feel tired at all despite cultivating all night, the weariness of my exertions washed away by the invigorating light of morning.
As Xin Ming stepped outside his unkept abode, the crisp morning air greeted him with a gentle caress, carrying with it the scent of blooming flowers and dew-kissed grass. The world seemed to awaken alongside him, bursting forth with the symphony of life as birdsong filled the air and sunlight bathed the earth in a golden glow.
As he slowly walked, In this tranquil moment, he felt a profound sense of gratitude, a deep appreciation for the beauty and wonder of existence. The journey towards godhood may be arduous and fraught with challenges, but in moments like these, although this is his last life, he found inner solace in the simple joys of being alive.
As he stepped out into the courtyard of his abode, a sense of desolation washed over him like a wave crashing against the shore. The space lay abandoned and neglected, a haunting testament to years of indifference and neglect.
The stone pathways were cracked and overgrown with weeds, their smooth surfaces marred by the encroaching tendrils of nature reclaiming its territory. Patches of moss clung to the ancient stones, their verdant tendrils snaking across the ground like a web of neglect.
The garden beds, long since forgotten, were choked with debris and littered with discarded remnants of a bygone era. Broken pots lay scattered amidst the tangled undergrowth, their shattered fragments a stark reminder of the courtyard's gradual descent into decay.
The fountain stood silent and still, its once-glistening waters now stagnant and murky. Layers of grime and algae coated its weathered surface, obscuring the intricate carvings that once adorned its graceful form.
In every corner of the courtyard, signs of abandonment were evident. Crumbling walls leaned precariously, their mortar crumbling away with each passing year. The once-proud statues, now weathered and worn, bore the scars of neglect, their chiseled features eroded by time and neglect.
It wasn't always like this, in my first life I was once known as the greatest genius of my clan, boasting a great cultivation aptitude and becoming the champion in the inter-clan youth martial arts tournament. However I was tricked by my senior brother, Lu Zhen, who was so envious of me that he actually poisoned me so that I was unable to cultivate for 10 years, causing my downfall. From then on, I was neglected and now in this state where even a dog could look down on me.
I was so enraged that in my second life, I assasinated Lu Zhen immediately after reaching Golden Core Realm, which I squashed him like a bug. However I was caught by one of my family's hidden ancestors and put in the clan dungeon which led to my death.
Ironically, I am grateful for this as it allows me to pose as a trash so I can go undetected until I am confident. But first, I need to perfect my foundation.
Foundation Realm is undisputedly the most important realm of all as if you have a weak foundation you can be capped in your realms, to perfect it you would need mythical medicines to enhance your foundation.
The Foundation Realm stands as the bedrock upon which all martial prowess is built, an immutable truth that reverberates throughout the annals of cultivation history. For within the sanctum of one's foundation lies the key to unlocking the boundless potential of one's martial journey—a truth that has been whispered among disciples and masters alike for millennia.
To underestimate the importance of the Foundation Realm is to court stagnation and mediocrity, for it is here that the seeds of one's martial destiny are sown, and the course of one's journey determined. A weak foundation is akin to a crumbling fortress, vulnerable to the ravages of time and fate, its lofty aspirations shackled by the limitations of its own making.
Yet, to perfect one's foundation is to ascend to heights of power and mastery beyond imagination. It is a pursuit that demands unwavering dedication and unyielding resolve, for the path to martial greatness is fraught with challenges and trials that would test even the most seasoned warrior.
Mythical medicines, revered for their legendary properties and coveted by disciples and masters alike, hold the key to unlocking the full potential of one's foundation. With their potent essence coursing through one's veins, the barriers of the Foundation Realm are shattered, and the true depths of one's martial prowess laid bare.
Our clan was preparing to host a martial arts tournament, a rare event that promised to bring honor and prestige to our name. But the true reason behind the tournament remained a closely guarded secret, known only to me: the prize—a legendary mythril grass rumored to possess miraculous properties capable of solidifying one's foundation in the martial arts.
For centuries, the mythril grass had been a coveted treasure among martial practitioners, its legendary properties whispered about in hushed tones among the devout disciples. If over a hundred years old, the grass was believed to possess the power to enhance one's cultivation base and fortify their inner strength, most importantly, having a very solid foundation, a boon coveted by warriors and cultivators alike.
But what no-one knew was the true age of the mythril grass—it was not merely a century old, but a relic of unimaginable antiquity, rumored to be over a hundred thousand years old, no one knew this as the identifying orb they used only goes up to three units, it is a treasure coveted even by Immortal Emperors for their disciples as it is the best possible foundation building medicine throughout the seven continents. Its true age lays unknown, and it is they key towards having the best foundation possible, in my past lives, I was unable to win because of my pathetic Qi Gathering Realm cultivation but now I may stand a chance against Golden Core realm youths due to my insane aptitude, in my last couple lives I had to kill the winner of the tournament as I couldn't allow any potential rivals as his future was boundless as he had an impeccable foundation.
There was much anticipation as martial practitioners from the city gathered to compete for the coveted prize, unaware of the true magnitude of what lay at stake.
With the tournament being tomorrow, I need to hurry and increase my cultivation base to stand a chance against higher realm cultivators.