A quiet stillness lingered over Arin's world.
From the void above, he watched the humans experimenting — crude, instinctive attempts to shape the energy he had spread across the land. Their breath synchronizing with rivers, their chants echoing the rhythm of the forests — primitive, yet wondrous.
A spark of excitement rippled through him.
> "So this is how it begins," he murmured, voice lost in the void.
"But… it's too crude. There should be something higher — something perfect."
The techniques the humans created were like children's drawings beside the architecture of heaven. Beautiful in their own way, but incomplete. Imperfect.
Arin's curiosity flared.
He thought of various novels he had read iin previous life.
He wanted to create the ultimate cultivation method — one that could harmonize with every aspect of existence, something beyond anything even the greatest worlds could produce.
A "Heavenly Cultivation Technique "
Excitement stirred in him, like a scientist rediscovering curiosity.
> "Let's see what lies beyond what even they can sense."
He focused inward. His perception tunneled deeper, shrinking beyond matter, beyond form, until only the raw essence of energy remained. The colorful haze of spiritual energy fractured into countless spectrums, each vibrating at its own rhythm — each telling a story of what it touched.
At first, he saw the familiar. Water energy flowed in spirals of blue light; air flickered like translucent waves; earth energy pulsed with steady solidity. But when he looked closer, deeper, he saw the truth.
They weren't pure. None of them were.
Each so-called "elemental energy" was a mixture — a harmony of countless, smaller spiritual vibrations woven together.
Earth energy contained the essence of iron, copper, carbon, and dozens of minerals.
Air carried the resonance of nitrogen, oxygen, and trace gases.
Water was a balanced union of hydrogen and oxygen spiritual strands — one expansive, one binding.
Every element he examined dissolved further under scrutiny, until their distinctions vanished. Beneath their variety lay the same primordial structure.
> "So the world isn't made of four elements," he realized slowly.
"It's built from something far more intricate — a network of laws that shape how existence behaves."
He dove deeper, and reality peeled open like a veil.
There — beneath all things — he saw them.
Nine fundamental energies, woven together like threads of creation itself.
Each one absolute, indivisible, eternal.
1. Time Spiritual Energy — the silent current that made all things move, decay, and change. Without it, nothing would age or evolve.
2. Space Spiritual Energy — the boundless container that gave distance and separation, allowing things to exist apart rather than as one endless whole.
3. Mass Spiritual Energy — the root of matter, giving weight and shape to the intangible. The essence of "being."
4. Gravity Spiritual Energy — the binding force, drawing things together, forging unity from chaos.
5. Positive and Negative Charge Spiritual Energies — the twin polarities of creation, forever opposing yet incomplete without each other. Expansion and compression, attraction and repulsion — the pulse of balance.
6. Motion Spiritual Energy — pure activity, the spark that awakens motion in all others. Not merely flame, but the principle of transformation itself. Even radiation, light spiritual energy are a made of it
7. Life Spiritual Energy — the power of growth, connection, and creation; the will of existence to perpetuate itself.
8. Death Spiritual Energy — the inevitable return, the dissolution of form back into potential. Without death, life could not evolve.
9. Genetic Spiritual Energy — the thread that binds individuality and inheritance, encoding potential through form. It was the silent memory of the world — the energy of bloodlines.
Each of these nine interacted endlessly, shaping every phenomenon in existence.
Fire drove motion, Life drew complexity, Death brought renewal.
Gravity shaped structure; Space and Time set the boundaries; Charge and Mass filled them.
And within all living things, the Genetic Energy whispered — the will to evolve, to adapt, to transcend.
Arin's awareness trembled as understanding deepened.
> "This… this is it. The framework beneath reality itself."
He could feel it now — how his world unconsciously wove these energies together. How forests grew stronger near flows of Life Energy. How mountains endured by absorbing Gravity and Mass energies. How oceans shimmered where Space and Fire resonated in balance.
He realized that what mortals called "spiritual energy" was only a surface expression — a reflection of deeper currents they could neither name nor comprehend.
And yet, if he could understand how these nine forces intertwined… perhaps he could create the perfect cultivation path — one that mirrored the universe's own construction.
A technique that did not merely strengthen the body, but elevated understanding — layer by layer — from Mass and Life, up to Time and Space themselves.
> "A cultivation method that begins in flesh," he whispered, "and ends in the laws of creation."
He smiled faintly.
> "Not a mortal technique… not even a divine one. Something beyond both."
Below him, humanity continued its slow awakening — unaware that the god of their world was dissecting reality itself in search of the perfect Dao.
And as he gazed down upon his creation, Arin felt something like pride, curiosity… and perhaps, the faint stirrings of ambition.