As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the endless forest, Midas knew it was time to find shelter for the night. He had been pushing deeper into the forest for days, and the need for temporary refuge became undeniable. Spotting a small clearing amidst the towering trees, he decided it would serve as his sanctuary.
With practiced ease, Midas constructed a rudimentary shelter using fallen branches and leaves, fashioning a crude roof to shield him from the elements. It wasn't much, but it would provide a modicum of protection during the night.
Settling down inside his makeshift abode, Midas found himself reflecting on his journey thus far. The battles, the skills, the newfound power—all of it seemed like a whirlwind of experiences. But amidst the excitement, he realized how long it had been since he had sat down to cultivate.
Curiosity piqued, Midas crossed his legs and focused his attention inward. He drew upon the teachings of the Star Crescent Cultivation art, letting its wisdom guide his practice. With a deep breath, he began to channel his celestial energy, allowing it to flow through his meridians and nourish his body.
As he delved deeper into the cultivation, he felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. The energy pulsed and radiated within him, filling him with a profound sense of vitality. It was as if the forest itself resonated with his practice, lending its support to his endeavors.
Time seemed to slip away as Midas continued his cultivation, the hours passing in a seamless blend of focus and tranquility. And then, something extraordinary happened. He felt a sudden surge of power, a breakthrough in his cultivation. The celestial energy within him expanded, pushing him to the mid Foundation Establishment Realm.
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YOU HAVE GAINED A LEVEL X2
YOU ARE NOW LEVEL 17
Midas's eyes widened in surprise as the notification echoed in his mind. Breaking into the mid Foundation Establishment Realm had granted him a substantial boost in strength and experience. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he realized the significance of this achievement. Not only could he gain levels by vanquishing monsters, but cultivating also offered a path to growth.
As he contemplated his recent gains, a sense of longing crept into Midas's thoughts. He missed companionship, the laughter and camaraderie that came with the presence of others. The forest, though beautiful, was a lonely place. Its unending expanse seemed to stretch on forever, leaving him yearning for the bustling streets and lively conversations of civilization.
With a sigh, Midas assigned the points he had gained from his recent levels, feeling the surge of power coursing through his veins. Each point allocated made him feel stronger, sharper, and more agile. He could sense the improvement in his abilities, the honing of his skills.
In the solitude of his shelter, Midas whispered to himself, "One day, I will find civilization again. The forest may be vast and unending, but I refuse to let it swallow me whole. I will seek out companionship and the warmth of human connection."
With renewed determination, Midas settled in for the night. As he drifted off to sleep, memories of his old world, Erideria, danced in his mind. He recalled the bustling streets filled with people from all walks of life, the lively marketplaces with their vibrant colors and enticing aromas. Midas drifted into dreams, where the boundaries between his old world and the new one blurred. As he slept, he hoped that one day, he would find a way to bridge the gap between the two and weave a tale that intertwined the magic of Eos with the mysteries of this wondrous realm.