> As any cultivator who has formed their inner world can tell you, a cultivator's inner world is by far the largest source of innate strength a cultivator has. Probably because of this, many cultivators see their inner world as even more important they their friends or family and it is taboo to even ask about them.
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> However, it is no secret that the most important piece of someone's inner world is by far their world heart. My research has shown that contrary to popular belief world hearts come in many shapes and sizes. While for some reason, everyone seems to assume that everyone else's world heart is the same. Nonetheless, it's a fact that very few world hearts are actually as similar to one another as one might expect. One person's world heart could be a crown while the next a plain and seemingly ordinary rock. I have even heard stories about live world hearts.
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> You might ask what exactly is a world heart then?
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> A world heart is a cornerstone on which all of the laws of one's inner world are built. It represents the culmination of one's understanding and without it any inner world would simply collapse in on itself destroying one's cultivation.
~Excerpt from The Inner World's True Strength by Meuve-Des Nucrondrehr
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World Location: A Mid-trunk Bough > Bashiri's Inner World
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A NEW TECHNIQUE
1137 IF 71:00
Bashiri took a deep breath and projected himself into his inner world, where time was still frozen. As he materialized, he looked around and saw Niloggver, who was still as if frozen in time with the rest of the world.
Bashiri's presence alone was enough to fill the inner world with an overwhelming aura of power, radiating off of him like a scorching sun. His eyes glowed with an intense, otherworldly light, giving him an almost godlike appearance.
Approaching Niloggver, Bashiri handed him one of the scrolls. "This is the core technique that I use, 'The Cycles of Chronos and Ananke'," Bashiri said, his voice carrying the weight of eons. "You can only start cultivating this technique when you have entered the sixth realm, the Intivus realm. That is when you form a divine spark and can start to condense aether into an energy core."
Niloggver looked at the scroll with awe and regret, feeling the immense power emanating from Bashiri's very being. "I am only in the fifth realm, the weorulare realm," he said. "I'm not even close to the Intivus realm yet."
Bashiri placed a reassuring hand on Niloggver's shoulder, the touch alone sending shivers down his spine. "Your cultivation speed is incredibly fast," he said, his words carrying the weight of absolute truth. "Don't worry, you will get there soon enough."
With a wave of his hand, Bashiri handed Niloggver the other scroll. "In the meantime, I want you to teach the technique in this scroll to the disciple that I will bring you soon," he said, his voice resonating with cosmic power. "She is still young, but she has the potential to become a great cultivator. And who knows, maybe she will even give you a run for your money."
Niloggver nodded, still in shock at the responsibility that Bashiri had entrusted to him. "I will do my best," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
As Bashiri turned to leave, heading in the direction of the world tree, Niloggver called out to him. "Bashiri, what did you mean by that?" he asked, his voice trembling with anticipation.
Bashiri turned to look at Niloggver, his small smile betraying nothing. "You'll see," he said, and with that, he disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a trail of glittering stardust.
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ELYON
1137 IF 71:00
Bashiri, stood in front of the Tree of Creation, the translucent seed in his hand emitting a soft glow. The sight of him alone would be enough to send shivers down the spines of those who dared to approach him. His concentration was unwavering as he slowly merged the translucent seed into the Tree of Creation. The ancient and powerful magical designs he created shimmered with a bright light as he chanted words in a language that had not been spoken in centuries.
As he continued the process, the flow of fate started to agitate even more. The air around him began to hum with energy as the magical designs started to glow with an intense brightness. The ground beneath him shook, and the leaves on the Tree of Creation rustled as if they were whispering secrets. It was as if the entire world was holding its breath, waiting for something miraculous to happen.
Bashiri had to stop freezing time, and as he did, the magical phenomena intensified. Sparks of energy burst forth from the ground and danced around Bashiri in a wild display of magic. The sky above him turned a deep shade of purple, and bolts of lightning crackled across the horizon. Yet Bashiri remained calm, his willpower stronger than any force of nature.
Despite the chaos, Bashiri remained focused, determined to see the process through. He could feel the spirit of the Tree of Creation beginning to condense as it drew power from the seed. The sheer amount of energy that Bashiri was channeling was enough to make even the bravest cultivators tremble in fear.
The magical energy surged around him, the air crackling with power as the Tree of Creation began to glow with an otherworldly light. Bashiri's body trembled as he poured all of his energy into the process, his eyes closed in concentration. The power he was wielding was beyond comprehension, something that only a few beings in the world could ever hope to match.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the magical energy dissipated, and everything fell silent. Bashiri took a deep breath and opened his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. The power he had just unleashed was nothing short of astounding.
Bashiri felt the immense pressure building up as he continued to pour his power into the Tree. However, he was not surprised to sense the angel-like being that emerged from the Tree. Its four wings were a vibrant green and had an aura of creation surrounding it. It was a being of pure, unbridled power, and it radiated an aura of majesty that was impossible to ignore.
The angel looked around, her eyes wide with wonder and amazement. She had never seen the world before and had only known the Tree. As she gazed at Bashiri, she bowed her head, acknowledging Bashiri's power and authority. The angel did not know much yet, but she was willing to follow Bashiri's instructions, such was the power of Bashiri's command.
Bashiri smiled warmly at the angel and welcomed it. "Welcome to my world," he said. "I am Bashiri, and you are the World Tree Spirit, the embodiment of creation." The way he spoke, with such confidence and authority, made it clear to the angel that Bashiri was someone to be revered and respected.
The angel looked up at Bashiri, a glimmer of understanding in its eyes. Bashiri explained his plans to the angel, telling it about Niloggver who will teach it and his hope for them to grow in strength. The angel listened intently, nodding along with each word. It was clear that Bashiri had a vision for the future, and he would stop at nothing to see it come to fruition.
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NILOGGVER MEETS ELYON
1137 IF 72:00
The world felt different in the wake of Bashiri's departure. The air was thinner, and the stars shone brighter than they ever had before. Elyon, the world tree spirit angel, felt the shift in power and watched in awe as Bashiri disappeared as he was never there in the first place.
As she looked around, Elyon saw Niloggver approach her. She could feel the power emanating from the ancient being, but she also felt a sense of warmth and kindness. She was in the presence of someone special.
Niloggver looked at Elyon and smiled. "Welcome. I have been expecting you."
Elyon couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. "Thank you for allowing me to be here. Bashiri spoke highly of you."
Niloggver's smile widened. "Ah, Bashiri. He is a powerful being, one of the most powerful I have ever encountered."
Elyon couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. How could someone be so powerful? "Is he really that powerful?"
Niloggver chuckled. "Oh yes. He is unfathomably powerful. You must remember that he is the creator of this world. Without him, we would not exist."
Elyon looked around at the beautiful world that surrounded her. It was hard to believe that Bashiri had created it all.
Niloggver saw the wonder in Elyon's eyes and smiled. "You will get used to it. This world is full of wonders, and as you cultivate your power, you will be able to experience it in a way that few others can."
Elyon felt a sense of excitement. She couldn't wait to explore this world and see all that it had to offer. "What can I do to start cultivating my power?"
Niloggver led Elyon to a clearing in the upper branches of the Tree of Creation. "We can start by building a residence for you. You need a place to call your own and to meditate."
Elyon watched as Niloggver summoned the power of the world to create a beautiful formation in the center of the clearing. "This formation will help you cultivate your power. You can meditate here every day, and you will find that your power will grow quickly."
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Elyon marvelled at the formation. She had never seen anything like it. "Thank you, Niloggver. I am excited to start my cultivation."
Niloggver smiled. "You have potential, Elyon. I can feel it. In a few months or maybe a year, I will teach you a technique that Bashiri bestowed upon me. With that technique, you will be able to reach heights that you never thought possible."
Elyon felt a sense of anticipation. She couldn't wait to learn the technique and see what heights she could reach.
As Elyon settled into his new residence, she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the world around him. She was in the presence of two incredibly powerful beings, and she knew that she had much to learn. She was excited to see what the future held.
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HUMIFICATION
1137 IF 143:00
Niloggver, a majestic dragon of white and gold, was determined to perfect the art of humification that Bashiri, had once told him about. He had long admired the enigmatic nature of the old wizards in the human tales that Bashiri had spun, and Niloggver yearned to embody that same sense of mystery and intrigue. In his mind's eye, he envisioned himself as a wizened old man with a long, flowing white beard, surrounded by an aura of mystique and power.
With every attempt at transformation, Niloggver's scales would ruffle and his wings would flap uncontrollably, disrupting the delicate process. Often, he found himself in the form of a hunched-over old man with wings and a tail, which only served to make him appear comical instead of the dignified image he had hoped to achieve. But Niloggver refused to give up, determined to master the art of humification and unlock the secrets of true mystique.
Day after day, he tirelessly practiced his craft, honing his skills and perfecting his technique. And while he still had a ways to go, Niloggver could feel himself getting closer with each passing day. Soon, he would be the very image of the wise old wizards of legend, a being of unmatched power and immeasurable mystique. Or so he hoped...
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NEW CONSTELLATION
1137 IF 172:00 > 1137 IF 200:00
As Elyon watched the world below, Niloggver appeared beside her. The golden time dragon had taken on the form of an old, bearded man, but Elyon knew that he was much more than that.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Niloggver asked, his voice deep and rich.
Elyon nodded, still mesmerized by the world below. "Yes, it is. Bashiri is truly powerful to have created such a masterpiece."
Niloggver smiled. "Yes, he is. But you mustn't forget your own power, Elyon. You are a world tree spirit, after all."
Elyon looked down at his hands, marveling at the translucent, glowing aura that surrounded them. "Yes, I suppose so."
Niloggver sat down beside Elyon, his eyes fixed on the world below. "You know, I've been thinking. We should do something special to celebrate your arrival."
Elyon looked up at Niloggver, curious. "What did you have in mind?"
Niloggver grinned mischievously. "How about we create a constellation in your honor?"
Elyon's eyes widened in excitement. "Really? That would be amazing!"
And so, Niloggver and Elyon set to work, using their combined powers to create a new constellation. They worked tirelessly for days, shaping the stars and weaving them together until finally, their creation was complete.
As they looked upon their handiwork, Elyon was overcome with gratitude towards Niloggver. "Thank you so much for doing this with me," she said.
Niloggver chuckled. "It was my pleasure, Elyon. I may have some control over the flow of time and even fate in this world, but even I need to let loose and have some fun every once in a while."
Elyon smiled, feeling a deep sense of contentment. As she looked out over the world, she knew that she was in good hands with Niloggver as his mentor and friend. And as for the constellation they had created, it would serve as a symbol of Elyon's power and beauty for all eternity.
As Elyon and Niloggver conversed, the power of fate began to circle around them, drawing them into its intricate web. The stars above glimmered with newfound brilliance. It was a sight unlike anything Elyon had ever seen, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe.
As they spoke, Elyon began to feel a strange sensation deep within his core, as though his very essence was being linked to the constellation above. She couldn't quite understand what was happening, but she knew that it was something powerful and profound.
Niloggver too felt the pull of fate's power, as though he was being woven into the very fabric of the universe. He watched with quiet amazement as the stars above danced and twinkled, each one a symbol of the countless possibilities that lay before them.
As Elyon turned his eyes towards Niloggver, filled with questions about what was happening with the fate around them, Niloggver started to regret putting on airs about his understanding and control of such a thing. He had always been fascinated by the intricacies of fate, but he knew that it was a power beyond his grasp. The swirl of fate's power around the newly created constellation had linked Elyon to it in ways that were beyond his comprehension.
Niloggver could feel the weight of Bashiri's gaze upon him, and he knew that the being was smiling down on him. Despite the unease that he felt, Niloggver tried to maintain a calm exterior. He didn't want to show any signs of weakness in front of Elyon, who looked up to him as a mentor and guide.
As they stood together, Niloggver and Elyon could feel the pull of fate's power growing stronger. The constellation seemed to pulse with energy, and a faint glow emanated from its center. Elyon turned to Niloggver, a look of wonder on its face. "What is happening?" it asked.
Niloggver hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. But then he remembered the words of Bashiri, who had once told him that the greatest strength one could possess was the courage to admit one's own ignorance. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "But I do know that it is something beyond our understanding, and we should approach it with caution."
Fate's power continued to circle around them, linking them to the constellation and to each other in ways that they could never truly understand, Bashiri looked down on them from above, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He knew that they were both in good hands, and that their journey together would be filled with wonder and magic beyond their wildest dreams.
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NEW-PRIMORDIAL CREATURES?
1137 IF 8065:00
Niloggver and Elyon were perched high up in the branches of the World Tree, watching the primordial creatures below. Elyon marveled at the sight of these ancient beings, so full of life and energy. Niloggver, on the other hand, watched with a more analytical eye, taking in the way the creatures moved and interacted with one another.
As they watched, they noticed that some of the creatures had started constructing homes for themselves. Some were made of intricately woven coral, while others were made of smooth stone pillars. Elyon couldn't help but admire the creatures' ingenuity, while Niloggver pondered the implications of this newfound intelligence.
"They're learning," Niloggver said, his voice filled with wonder. "They're evolving."
Elyon turned to him, curious. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that they're not just mindless creatures anymore," Niloggver explained. "They're becoming something more. Something greater than themselves."
Elyon nodded thoughtfully, taking in the gravity of Niloggver's words. "What do you think will become of them?"
Niloggver shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe they'll become the dominant species of this world. Or maybe they'll just keep building their homes and living out their lives in peace. Either way, it's fascinating to watch."
The two of them sat in silence for a while, watching the primordial creatures go about their business. For a moment, they forgot about the outside world and all its problems, lost in the beauty of this ancient, mysterious place.
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STORYTELLING
1138 IF 1136:00 > 1138 IF 1137:00
Niloggver continued to practice the art of humification, attempting to transform into an old bearded man, but he kept getting the details wrong. As he struggled to perfect his disguise, he realized that being overly mysterious was not always necessary. Perhaps a bit of openness and honesty could be refreshing.
Just as Niloggver had this revelation, he heard the sound of wings flapping in the distance. Quickly, he abandoned his attempts at humification and resumed his majestic dragon form. Elyon flew towards him, landing gracefully on one of his horns.
"Niloggver, what are you doing?" Elyon asked, looking at him quizzically.
"Nothing, just...practicing," Niloggver replied, feeling a bit sheepish.
Elyon tilted his head but didn't press the issue. Instead, she began to talk excitedly about the formation they had built earlier and how it was helping with his cultivation. Niloggver listened attentively, glad for the distraction from his earlier embarrassment.
A little later, as Niloggver and Elyon sat atop the Tree of Creation, Niloggver told Elyon about the wonders of the world below. He spoke of the vast oceans and the two towering mountains, but those two places, in particular, caught Elyon's attention: the volcano and the ice mountain.
"The volcano is a place of great power," Niloggver began, "a place where the very earth trembles and shakes. The molten rock that spews forth from its depths creates new land and changes the face of the world."
Elyon listened intently, marvelling at the idea of such raw power. "And the ice mountain?" she asked.
Niloggver smiled, "Ah, the ice mountain. It is a place of great mystery, where the snow never melts and the cold is so intense that it can freeze even the most powerful of creatures. But hidden within its icy depths is a secret, a source of power that few have ever discovered."
Elyon's curiosity was piqued, "What kind of power?"
Niloggver shook his head, "That is something that even I do not know, Elyon. But perhaps one day, you will journey to the ice mountain and uncover its secrets for yourself."
Elyon's eyes widened in excitement, the idea of uncovering a secret of the world filling her with a sense of wonder and adventure. As they continued to talk, Niloggver couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his young disciple, eager to explore and learn about the world he had helped create.
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TREE OF DESTRUCTION
1138 IF 1137:00
In the vast expanse of primordial waters, a creature transformed into a dark and twisted tree that brought destruction but also strength. Its roots tore apart and strengthened the fabric of the world, while its branches reached the heavens, as if tearing holes in the fabric of reality.
In the vast expanse of the primordial waters, a creature lurked. It was ancient and powerful, with a bright, otherworldly light within it. As it swam through the water, its form began to change, growing and transforming until it was no longer a creature but a tree.
But this tree was unlike any other. It was dark and twisted, its branches gnarled and sharp. Its roots dug deep into the primordial waters, spreading out like cancer across the world. And as it grew, it brought destruction in its wake.
Life began to form on its root system, but unlike the tree of creation, it was demonic and twisted. Strange creatures with glowing red eyes and sharp claws made their homes among the roots, feeding off the dark energy that emanated from the tree.
As the tree grew, it transformed the world around it, warping and twisting everything it touched. The waters around it became poisonous and black, killing everything that dared to approach. And its branches reached higher and higher as if tearing holes in the very fabric of reality.
This tree was a beacon of destruction but also of power, a symbol of darkness in a world of light. Its roots dug deep, tearing apart and strengthing the very fabric of the world, while its branches reached the heavens.
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ELYON'S ENCOUNTER WITH THE TREE OF DESTRUCTION
1138 IF 1731:00
As Elyon soared through the sky towards the ice mountain, his eyes darted around, taking in the beautiful landscape of the world below. But as she flew, she began to sense a foreboding presence. Something didn't feel right.
Suddenly, she saw it. A dark, swirling vortex of energy that grew out like cancer, sucking everything in its path towards its center. Elyon tried to fly away, but she found herself being pulled towards the vortex, as if by some invisible force.
Panicking, Elyon frantically flapped his wings, trying to break free from the vortex's pull. But just as she thought she would be sucked in, she felt a powerful gust of wind from behind her, pushing her away from the vortex.
As she turned to look, she saw Niloggver flying towards her, a look of concern on his majestic dragon face. "Elyon, what happened? Are you alright?" Niloggver asked, landing on a nearby rock formation.