The old teacher continued his lesson in the amphitheatre, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “There’s a saying from Lao Tzu, ‘The world is a small place; you don’t need to leave home to see everything.’”He paused, letting the words sink in. “Does anyone know why he said that?”One of the students raised his hand and answered, “Because we have the internet?”A few others chuckled at the response.The teacher smiled gently. “Yes, but in the old days, they didn’t have the internet. So how could they see everything?”Silence filled the space as the students, all first-years, struggled to find an answer.“The answer,” the teacher began, “is the heart. The non-physical heart, where your feelings reside. This is the most powerful tool you can use to connect with the divine power. If you understand your heart, you can see everything in this world without ever leaving home.”Another student, skeptical, raised his hand. “I don’t believe it. Can you prove it?”The old man smiled. “Have you
In one of the restaurants inside the Academy, which was bustling, filled with the scents of various dishes, a senior who had spent eight years studying on academy decided to teach his juniors.The warmth of the dining hall contrasting with the coolness of the evening outside.As they having their meal, the senior spoke, his voice carrying a tone of wisdom that had come from years of learning."In the whole existence, there is a God, the True Source of everything. And just as there is a God, there is also a Darkness, with a name that cannot be spoken."The juniors, who was listening intently while having dinner, looked up, curiosity etched on their face."Below God, there are Angels who work to control the whole existence. On the dark side, there are Fallen Angels, just as strong as them," the senior continued."From the True Source side, there are also gods, deities, or spirits. And on the dark side, there are Devils, Titan, Demons, Imps, and all dark creatures. And in the middle of i
Panic spread among the other dark followers.“What happened?” one of them demanded, fear evident in his voice.“The curse... it backfired,” the stricken follower gasped, blood trickling down his chin.“How could this happen?” another follower asked, his voice trembling as he looked at his fallen comrade, dread creeping into his heart.The senior follower added, “If Alex has a more powerful demon or a demon guardian, the demon we sent to execute the curse would be terrified. It would abandon its mission and turn on us instead.”“I don’t understand,” said another junior follower, confusion etched on his face.“Let me put it this way,” the senior explained. “Imagine I give you a knife to stab Alex. But when you approach him, you discover he’s protected by a formidable fighter. The fighter gives you a choice: either die by his hand or return to your master and stab them instead.”The junior’s eyes widened as understanding dawned on him. “So the demon we sent to Alex chose to return and st
One student quickly asked, "Master, how can we connect to the soul?"The old master smiled gently, the lines on his face deepening with wisdom. "There is a teaching from ancient Egypt about how to access the soul," he said, his voice soft yet resonant."And every one of you almost uses it daily."Curiosity sparked in the students’ eyes as they leaned in closer."What is it, Master?" another student asked, unable to hide the eagerness in his voice."Dreams," the master explained."Our body is physical, born from the earth, but our soul is life itself. It is like gods and demons in soul form—non-physical and eternal. When you sleep, you set aside your mind and physical brain. Instead, you operate through your soul.""But dreams are so random," one student murmured, a frown creasing his forehead."The randomness of dreams is always shaped by your desires and your negative emotions," the master replied, his tone now more serious."The more you crave and cling to these desires, the more yo
Alex looked around, his eyes filled with desperation as he took in his surroundings.He was 10 years old and poor, his clothes ragged and filthy, his body a testament to the harsh life he had endured.The streets had been his home for too long, ever since the war had ravaged the land and left him with nothing.Life had lost its value, and he knew this might be his last chance to change his fate.He had heard that the King of Qin would be passing through the area, and if the king took a liking to him or offered him work, he could finally have enough to eat.The thought of a full belly was a distant dream, but one worth risking everything for. The alternative was certain death by starvation.As the royal convoy approached, Alex joined the others, kneeling on the dirt road as the king's carriage drew near.But as it was about to pass him by, something inside him snapped.He couldn't let this opportunity slip away. With a burst of adrenaline, he leapt to his feet and rushed forward, start
The old master, noticing Alex’s bewilderment, smiled knowingly. "I wanted to show you," he said, "that the memory of the soul is much clearer than the memories of your brain. ““When you access the memories of the soul, you can see everything in vivid detail. The soul records memories in the aether, where they last forever, captured with a perception that transcends the physical."Alex nodded slowly, still trying to process what he had just experienced. It was more than a memory; it was as if he had truly lived those 49 years.The old master stood before his students, his eyes full of quiet wisdom. "Has anyone here successfully accessed their soul memories?" he asked, his voice carrying an air of mystery."I will grant a special gift to those who have."Silence followed his question. No one raised their hand. Alex, though he had experienced more than he could explain, kept his hand down too.He didn't want to stand out, knowing that drawing too much attention could lead to problems, a
"Master, where is this place?" Alex asked, glancing around the enormous library with endless shelves and countless books."This is the place what people refer to as the Akashic Records," the Master replied."But the truth about this place is far more than that. This is the Plane of the Planning Dimension, where fate is woven, past records are preserved, and all possible futures is stored."Alex's eyes widened. "How can I access this knowledge, Master?""In this universe, always remember—there is never a free lunch," the Master said, his gaze steady."Everything comes at a cost. In our world, we use money to buy books or information. But here, in this realm, 'energy' is the currency."The Master paused, letting his words sink in. "In the past, people would sacrifice their life energy just to glimpse a few lines of the secrets of the heavens," he continued with a faint smile."But now, we can use our hearts to access the True Source Love or the source energy of everything, the Creator's
Alex suddenly found himself back in the amphitheater.The old master had guided him through the Akashic Records, revealing knowledge that seemed endless for a hundred days of intense training.Yet, when he glanced at the clock, only ten minutes had passed in the real world.The old master opened his eyes, slowly surveying the gathered students."Is there anyone who reached the Akashic Record realm?" he asked, his voice echoing.Maladin raised his hand. "I reached the realm, sir, where there's a vast library full of books."The old man nodded approvingly. "Yes, you are correct."The students broke into applause as Maladin stood, showing off his arrogant face.Maladin then turned his attention to the rest of the group. "In this batch, Alexander Kingsley was said to be the smartest of his time, but it seems like he is nothing."Alex looked at the old man and used telepathy—a soul-to-soul communication that allowed them to exchange thoughts rapidly.“Did he arrive at the Akashic Record pl