As he tried to open his eyes Moral didn't notice that he already opened them because is was so dark that one could think about it swallowing every fragment of light in existence.

Moral was lying on the floor and looked at the dark sky above him. After watching the pitch black sky for a while he frowned and stood up. While he looked around the room he saw two holes. The holes seemed to have each of them one image inside that seemed to attract his instincts.

He could feel how bizzare this place was. Furthermore one would feel like one was flying when one stood there in the darkness that enveloped everything except for those two images.

The first image was the dark and cursed cave, where he came from. The second was a city. That city seemed to contain many people. Those people seemed to live better than in his world but still didn't live as comfortable as someone who was truly rich. The citizens lived in wooden and stone houses and some looked liike they were collecting a misty energy, it ofcourse attracted Moral like a mot would fly to light. This ''energy collecting" was naturally cultivating. He could also sense what energy they were cultivating just trough watching, he experienced his sea of consciousness and got "revived" by the blood element itself so he had to be able to recognize other elements, futhermore he even entered his sea of consciousness and could feel all energies there.

Of course the energies all have their color. Fire is orange, water is blue,.... The energy flows in streaks to the cultivator like a smoke and integrates into the cultivators body, it can be utilized trough activating different techniques.

As he saw the second hole joy filled his heart and he immediatly jumped inside.

*Zap*

Moral opened his eyes and caught sight of the world that he desired. The world where power means everythin and not money. The world where he even can gain power other than physical but many times more powerful. A power that was free to use, so free that even slaves would probably be able to try to use it. Apower thta when cultivated could even turn a shadow on the heavens that wanted him to just rot on the bottom of the hole in his old region.

The first thing he did was to walk to a town. The town was as big as his old city and filled with clothing, food, elixirs etc. The sellers all had red clothes and many were just fat middle aged mans. He felt as if he was in his territory, where he just could take everything without being detected. He was so excited that he immediatly started to run trough the baazar and grabbed random objects immediately pulling them under his clothes, which he had barely any of.

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Since he didn't really had proper clothing he still attracted quite a lot of attention. Altough noone saw that he was stealing random objects he still couldn't quite get it why they stared at him as if he was an abbandoned child.

After half an hour of randomly grabbing objects his excitement was decreasing and he tought of a place to inspect his newly accuired belongings. He walked out of the small village and run into a small canyon after lookgin for a place to hide himself from the people in the town.

He tossed the objects out from under his shirt and started to count. "3 Apples, a fresh steak, 2 oranges, some bottles of water, clothing,...." It seems that the food supply here was enough for everyone,.....or maybe even better''.

He lied down and tried to sleep for a while. He often slept on the ground so it wasn't a problem for him since there wouldn't really be places he could stay at in his previous realm.

He opened his eyes again after a few hours. Moral's gaze wandered around for a while but didn't see anything suspicious. He looked again at the food on the ground and he saw something interesting between it.

"A real Element Technique?" He felt dizzy just when thinking of getting his hands on one but he didn't think that getting one would be that easy. That is because techniques were split in a few stages. As far as he knew there were 4 but all he knew about the cultivation world wasn't complete. There were Standard, Bedevilment, Real Element and Heaven techniques as far as he knew.

"Since I don't have much Information about this world even a Standard grade Technique would be good enough, but still there are probably many higher levels of techniques."He pondered for a while but then smiled to himself and turned to watch at the old scroll inbetween the food.

The techniques weren't really sorted by their power. Standard techniques didn't use any element but the strength of ones body. The Bedevilment techniques were mostly forbidden techniques and some of them even used ones lifeforce. Heaven techniques were mostly part of ones bloodline and the real Element techniques used the element one cultivated. So basically a real element technique could be used with only specific elements. There were also rare techniques that used 2, 3 or more elements but they were just too rare to even think about getting your hands on one.

He got out of his daze and swiftly grabbed the old scroll. 'Blood Poison Filled Cobra Fist.' He opened the scroll that seemed rather new to him and as he began to read it the words he read began to imprint themselves into his mind.

'A blood technique? It suits me really too well!' As he tought about it joy filled his heart. He stood up and began to cry out loud to the sky. "Watch me as I will use the chance you gave me."