As Satya delved into his own thoughts, a voice reverberated from the depths of his contemplation, "Awakening, have you?"
The sudden voice jolted Satya's senses, sending an electric surge of surprise down his spine. Startled, he swiftly turned around, only to find himself face-to-face with a wise and weathered old man.
Lost in an unfamiliar realm, Satya felt a swirl of uncertainty engulf him, making him hesitate to engage with a complete stranger.
Just as he mustered the courage to introduce himself, the old man's words interjected, "Lu Yan is my name, a celestial cultivator from the illustrious Heavenly Court.
But how, as a mere mortal, did you venture into the vast expanse of space?"
Satya's mind swirled with confusion. Cultivator? Like the enigmatic figures in the captivating web novels he had read? His thoughts danced in a perplexing waltz.
However, as his gaze met the old man's penetrating eyes, he sensed an aura of wisdom that enveloped him.
Realization dawned upon Satya, unveiling the truth behind the pitch-black void he had witnessed.
It was indeed the boundless canvas of space itself, explaining why every breath had escaped his lungs.
Memories of his own demise flooded his consciousness, reminding him of the unique teleportation ability he possessed—an ability that whisked him away to random destinations upon his death.
Never did he fathom being thrust directly into the cosmic embrace of space, an experience that both terrified and awed him.
Cautious not to reveal too much to this unfamiliar elder, Satya responded with measured words, "Truly, I am unaware of the forces that led me into the celestial realm of space."
Yet, the old man, perceptive beyond measure, saw through the veils of deception, refusing to be swayed. "The truth, mortal. Were it not for my intervention, your existence would have been extinguished."
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Grateful for the old man's benevolence, Satya chose to disclose the secrets of his unique ability.
Unperturbed by Satya's revelation, the old man seemed acquainted with such extraordinary powers, dismissing Satya's misadventure as a twist of misfortune.
Intrigued, the old man probed further, eager to uncover the origins of Satya's world.
Satya, his caution tempered by necessity, found himself compelled to divulge fragments of his past.
A flicker of hope ignited within him, yearning for the old man to be a trustworthy ally.
Listening intently to the chronicles of Earth, the old man fell into a contemplative silence, his fingers delicately pinching together in a display of profound contemplation.
With sage-like wisdom, he deduced the vast chasm that separated Satya's homeworld from their present surroundings.
And, shackled by the constraints of Satya's unique ability, he discerned that even a return to the vicinity of Earth eluded the young mortal.
Satya's thoughts wandered, mapping the crossroads of his destiny.
His tethers to his homeland were but fragile threads, while the allure of embracing an alien planet beckoned him. Resolved, he decided to implore the cultivator for aid, drawing upon the depths of his gratitude.
With reverent humility, Satya knelt before the old man, his voice resolute, "Immortal cultivator, your grace has rescued me from the abyss, and I stand indebted to you.
Permit me the chance to repay this debt. I beseech you to reveal your desires, and I shall devote myself unreservedly."
Lu Yan, increasingly captivated by Satya's discerning nature, felt his heart warmed by the young man's
intelligence. Sensing the depths of Satya's considerations, he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of a celestial decree, "Mortal, your presence has stirred my curiosity. If you can prevail over the trials that lie ahead, I shall welcome you as my assistant. Together, we shall traverse to a mortal cultivation realm, where your desires shall find freedom. Yet, mark my words, you must ascend to the illustrious Mahayana realm within the next 50,000 years. And know this, should fate claim you before that momentous achievement, I shall not extend my hand in aid. Take this celestial cultivation technique, and let your spirit soar upon its ethereal winds."
With a precise gesture, Lu Yan pointed towards Satya's head, transmitting the profound knowledge of the cultivation technique directly into his mind.
Satya regarded this pact as fair and just, understanding that no further assistance would be forthcoming from the enigmatic elder.
"Gratitude swells within me for this unprecedented opportunity, Master," Satya expressed his profound appreciation.
Lu Yan's eyes gleamed with an untamed light as he corrected him, his voice resonating with a celestial command, "Not yet, mortal. Only when the gates of the Mahayana realm unlock their celestial splendor shall you address me as Master."
With these final words, Lu Yan invoked an ancient incantation, transporting Satya to an unknown realm of cultivation, where his arduous journey towards the elusive Mahayana realm would unfold like a tapestry woven by destiny itself.