bullyxtreme V.4.295. Virtual Space
V.4.295. Virtual Space
After arranging the formation, Merin returns to his throne, his expression once again calm and composed, as if the immense changes he has just set in motion were nothing more than routine.He closes his eyes.
His consciousness sinks inward.
Back into his spirit space.
Back into the forming Virtual World.
At the centre,
Where the four elemental planes meet,
Change begins.
Fire.
Earth.
Water.
Wind.
They collide.
Not violently,
But inevitably.
Their energies intertwine, compress, and transform, giving birth to something new.
Magma forms.
Molten.
Heavy.
Burning with the fusion of fire’s heat and earth’s substance, flowing slowly across the central region like veins of liquid stone.
Then,
Water meets cold.
Wind carries chill.
And from their union,
Ice is born.
Crystalline.
Sharp.
Silent.
It spreads outward, cooling everything it touches, pushing back against the heat of magma.
Where ice and magma meet,
The molten slows.
Hardens.
Solidifies.
Rock forms.
Dense.
Enduring.
The first true structure of land emerges.
Then,
Energy gathers again.
Friction.
Charge.
Movement.
From wind and fire,
Thunder is born.
It cracks across the sky, illuminating the forming world with flashes of white light, its presence bringing rhythm and force to the growing space.
Other elements follow.
Subtle.
Complex.
Derivatives of the primary four.
Mist.
Frost.
Heat currents.
Pressure.
They fill the gaps, stabilizing the balance.
The chaotic energies settle.
Condense.
Material begins to appear.
Not energy,
But substance.
Particles gather.
Dust forms.
Fine.
Weightless.
Then it thickens.
Becomes soil.
Layer upon layer, the ground takes shape, spreading outward from the center, forming a stable foundation for everything to come.
The land expands.
Contours emerge.
Plains stretch outward, vast and open.
Hills rise gently, rolling across the terrain like waves frozen in time.
Mountains form in the distance, their peaks sharp and towering, some capped with ice and snow that never melts.
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Forests begin to grow.
At first sparse,
Then dense.
Trees rise from the soil, their roots digging deep, their branches spreading wide, filling the land with life and quiet movement.
Water gathers.
Lakes form in low basins.
Still.
Reflective.
Ponds appear, small and scattered.
Rivers carve their paths through the land, winding between hills and plains, connecting everything in a slow, endless flow.
Snowy mountains stand at the edges, cold and distant, their presence balancing the warmth of the plains below.
And at the center,
A vast plain remains.
Open.
Unclaimed.
Waiting.
The heart of the world.
Merin watches it all unfold.
Not as a creator amazed by his work,
But as one refining something inevitable.
A world,
Taking its first breath.
It appears material.
Solid.
Real.
Yet beneath that illusion, it still exists between energy and matter, not fully formed, not yet bound by the rigid laws of reality, but hovering in that delicate state where will and structure still shape existence.
At the center,
The Yin-Yang core hums.
A low, resonant vibration spreads outward.
The world responds.
Slightly.
Subtly.
The land shifts.
The elements align.
Then,
Everything settles.
Merin observes.
His spirit space has transformed.
At the center lies the Virtual World.
Stable.
Structured.
Alive.
And in the four directions,
The elemental planes remain, vast reservoirs of pure Fire, Earth, Water, and Wind, orbiting the central world like unseen pillars supporting its existence.
The foundation is complete.
Now,
He must give it purpose.
He must shape places where Laws can be perceived.
Where cultivators will be drawn,
Not by force,
But by desire.
He begins.
To the south,
He connects the Fire Elemental Plane to a rising mountain range.
The moment the connection forms, fire energy surges through the veins of the land, pouring into the mountains as if they were hollow channels waiting to be filled.
Magma flows beneath the surface.
Volcanic peaks rise.
Flames erupt from cracks in the earth.
The mountains glow faintly red, their heat distorting the air around them, turning the entire region into a domain of burning intensity,
A perfect place to comprehend the Law of Fire.
Then,
To the west,
He connects the Wind Elemental Plane to a region of rolling hills.
The moment the link forms, the land transforms.
Winds descend.
Not as simple currents,
But as living forces.
The hills begin to erode and reshape continuously, their forms shifting under the relentless carving of invisible blades of air.
Sharp ridges form.
Smooth slopes collapse and reform.
Whistling gusts cut through the terrain, creating natural corridors where wind gathers and accelerates, forming currents that spiral, collide, and disperse in endless patterns.
The sky above never rests.
Clouds tear apart and reform.
Pressure rises and falls unpredictably.
Here, movement itself becomes the teacher.
A place where the Law of Wind can be felt in every breath.
To the east,
He connects the Earth Elemental Plane to a vast forest.
The transformation is immediate.
The soil hardens.
Trees change.
Their trunks thicken.
Their bark turns to stone.
Branches become rigid structures of mineral growth.
Leaves fossilize into crystalline forms.
The entire forest becomes a stone forest,
Silent.
Ancient.
Enduring.
A place where the Law of Earth reveals its depth through stillness and permanence.
To the north,
He connects the Water Elemental Plane to a great lake.
Water surges.
Deepens.
Expands.
Then,
Merin adds more.
His understanding of lightning flows into it.
The lake changes.
Its surface remains calm,
But beneath it, currents of lightning move endlessly, flashing through the water like living veins of light.
The Lightning Lake is born.
A place where Water and Lightning intertwine.
Where calm and destruction coexist.
Nearby,
He extends his will again.
Into another forest.
Infusing it with the Wood element.
Life surges.
Growth accelerates.
Trees twist upward unnaturally fast, vines coil and expand, roots spread across vast distances, forming a living, breathing domain of vitality and regeneration.
A forest that never truly rests.
A place to comprehend the Law of Wood.
He continues.
A mountain range forms, infused with the Metal element.
Within it,
Countless veins of metal appear.
Iron.
Gold.
Unknown alloys.
The mountains become a treasury of sharpness and structure, their very existence reflecting the rigidity and precision of the Law of Metal.
Elsewhere,
A solitary mountain rises.
Bathed in Light.
Radiant.
Pure.
Its peak shines softly, illuminating the surrounding land, a place where the Law of Light reveals clarity and illumination.
And opposite it,
A deep gorge forms.
Endless.
Dark.
Shadows gather within it, swallowing light, distorting perception, creating a domain where the Law of Darkness lingers thick and oppressive.
At the center,
Merin builds.
A city rises from the vast plain.
Structured.
Orderly.
Grand.
It is divided into two levels.
The upper city,
Reserved for those at the Soul Awakening Stage and above.
Elevated.
Refined.
Closer to the Laws.
The lower city,
For those below.
Broader.
Accessible.
A starting point.
A gathering place.
A gateway.
The world is no longer empty.
It now has purpose.
Direction.
Attraction.
Merin looks upon it.
And knows,
It is ready for the next step.
With the completion of the Virtual World, Merin feels a clear shift within himself, as his comprehension of the Law of the Virtual Dragon deepens, rising steadily until it steps into the twelfth level, placing him only a single boundary away from transformation.
Night falls.
Across Dragon City, people sleep.
And Merin acts.
He draws in the consciousness of ordinary people and lower cultivators, guiding their dreaming minds gently into the lower city of the Virtual World, while for those at the Soul Awakening Stage and above, he sends a silent invitation, one they can accept or refuse.
Those who enter receive understanding instantly.
A stream of information settles into their minds.
They learn of the Nine Elemental Lands.
They learn of the Law Tower.
Twelve floors.
Each floor representing a level of Law.
The first three floors stand within the lower city.
Accessible.
Open.
While the remaining floors rise into the upper city, reserved for those capable of reaching higher.
Within the tower,
One does not merely observe.
One fights.
Opponents formed by the Virtual World itself appear, each embodying different elemental laws, each floor increasing in depth and difficulty.
Victory allows ascent.
Defeat forces retreat.
For those in the lower city, there is a path upward.
Climb.
Defeat the first.
Then the second.
Then the third.
And upon defeating the fourth floor and stepping out,
They will find themselves within the upper city.
A transition earned.
Not granted.
Beyond the tower,
The colosseum stands.
A place of challenge.
A place of testing.
Here, one may choose an opponent or a target, and the Virtual World will respond, forming adversaries tailored to their will, allowing endless refinement of skill and understanding.
Days pass.
Then more.
Soon,
Cultivators begin to spend most of their time within the Virtual World.
They return again and again.
Drawn by its depth.
Its opportunity.
Its clarity.
And as they remain,
Merin receives.
Their spirit.
Their faith.
Their perception.
The Virtual World evolves.
It mirrors reality closely.
So closely that ordinary people cannot tell the difference.
To them,
It is real.
But cultivators notice.
Small discrepancies.
Subtle flaws.
Differences between truth and imitation.
And these perceptions,
Return to Merin.
He refines.
Adjusts.
Corrects.
Each imperfection removed brings the Virtual World closer to reality.
And as it improves,
So does his Law.
The Law of the Virtual deepens.
And with it,
The Law of the Virtual Dragon rises.
Step by step.
Day by day.
He approaches Sainthood.
Closer.
Closer.
Until,
One day,
Merin opens his eyes.
His gaze moves.
Past the throne room.
Beyond the city.
Across the distant snowy mountains.
Into the horizon.
In the sky,
Thunder rumbles.
From the direction of the Moon Empire.
And in broad daylight,
The moon appears.
Obscuring the sun.