THE MASTER OF TEN THOUSAND REALMS

Chapter 2: Cultivation Reborn

Tirta sat cross-legged in the middle of the small room inside his hut. The air around him felt heavy, as if the entire world were holding its breath. The rain had stopped, leaving behind the smell of wet earth that filled the night air.

Inside his body, Spiritual Energy flowed rapidly, restoring the parts of his body that had been crippled all this time. The sensation was incredibly comfortable, reminding him of the days of his former glory.

Suddenly, the Spiritual Energy surrounding Tirta condensed, forming a small vortex that attracted the attention of even the people outside his hut. Tirta felt Spiritual Energy surging into his body, breaking through the barriers that had blocked him for so long.

The first explosion!

His once-destroyed dantian began to shine again, as if it had been reborn. Pure Spiritual Energy surged through him, awakening the energy pathways that had been dormant for so long.

Tirta opened his eyes for a moment. "Is this... the strength I lost so long ago?"

However, before he could enjoy the moment, his body was once again filled with surging energy.

The second explosion!

Tirta's aura suddenly changed. If he had previously been nothing more than an ordinary person without any strength, his body was now beginning to show signs of the power of a true cultivator. Spiritual Energy filled the room, creating pressure that even caused the walls of his hut to tremble.

Tirta held back his scream, biting his lip to suppress the pain caused by the continuous surge of energy.

Black Realm... Warrior Realm... Energy Core Realm...

Tirta could feel every level he passed through. When the surge of energy reached the Energy Core Realm, he felt as though his body could barely contain the power. However, the voice of the system inside his head sounded once again.

[User possesses the potential to surpass the limits. Entering Earth Realm, One Star.]

The final explosion!

The room was enveloped by an extraordinary aura emanating from Tirta's body. His Spiritual Energy was now incredibly powerful, as if he had truly returned to being a cultivator. However, the surge of energy suddenly stopped, leaving Tirta confused.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw the faint light surrounding his body.

"Earth Realm, One Star?" he muttered. "How is this possible? Five years without cultivation, and now I've jumped to this level in a single night?"

Tirta felt the new strength within his body. He clenched his fists, examining the Spiritual Energy flowing smoothly through him. His dantian had completely recovered, and it was even stronger than before.

However, he also sensed that something was different. The energy flowing through his body was not merely ordinary Spiritual Energy. There was a trace of energy that was far purer and more profound, something he had never felt before.

"This system, what exactly are you?" Tirta asked inwardly.

DING...

[Congratulations, user has reached Earth Realm, One Star.]

[Status Display.]

Name: Tirta Handoyo

Cultivation: Earth Realm, One Star

Experience Points: 50

Tirta smiled faintly. "Heavenly System, huh? You're giving me something I no longer dared to dream of."

Meanwhile, inside the main hall of the Chen Clan, several elders who were meditating opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

"What was that?" one of the elders asked, his voice filled with vigilance.

"Qi that is so powerful and profound. This is not like ordinary energy," another elder replied.

Yanto, who happened to be in the hall, heard their conversation. "Could it be that an outsider has infiltrated our territory?" he asked as he stood up.

However, Patriarch Bertrand raised his hand, stopping the speculation. "There's no need to rush. This energy is indeed unusual, but there are no signs of danger. I will investigate it myself."

Yanto frowned. "Father, if this is a threat, we need to act immediately."

Bertrand looked coldly at his son. "Calm down, Saiyan. Don't act recklessly. If this really is a threat, I will deal with it myself."

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Tirta stood in front of a small mirror inside his hut. His face was still covered in wounds from his previous fight with Yanto, but his eyes radiated a newfound determination.

"I have returned," he whispered, his gaze filled with confidence. "I will repay every humiliation I have suffered. No one will look down on me again."

He picked up his wooden sword and examined its weight. Now, with Spiritual Energy flowing through his body, the sword felt lighter, as if it had become a part of him.

"Yanto, Melan, you think I have already been destroyed. But I will show you that the Tirta you once knew has returned, stronger than before."

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In the main hall of the Handoyo Family, Bertrand stood before the elders. The aura of the Family Head displayed an unquestionable authority, but a serious expression could be seen on his face.

"The strange Spiritual Energy we sensed last night, can any of you explain it?" he asked.

The first elder, Darto Handoyo, slowly nodded. "That aura is not unfamiliar. It feels like it belongs to someone from this Family. However, its depth and purity are not consistent with that of an ordinary cultivator."

Yanto, who was standing beside him, interrupted dismissively. "Perhaps it was just a low-level cultivator using a pill or some kind of auxiliary tool. There's no need to worry too much."

Bertrand looked sharply at Saiyan. "Don't be reckless, Saiyan. Energy like that cannot be produced casually. If someone from our clan has awakened such power, we need to know about it."

Yanto merely snorted softly but did not dare to argue.

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That morning, the sun had just risen, painting the sky with golden orange hues. Tirta stepped out of his hut with strong determination. The fresh morning air felt different against his skin, as if the world were welcoming him back.

However, his steps stopped in front of the main gate of the Handoyo Family residence. Several young men stood in his way, led by Bari, one of Yanto's loyal supporters.

"Hey, you finally came out, trash," Bari mocked with contempt. "Do you think that just because you've been hiding all this time, we'll forget how pathetic you are?"

Tirta looked at them calmly, his eyes as sharp as a sword. There was no longer any fear or inferiority in his gaze, only the calmness of someone who had regained his strength.

"What business do you have here?" Tirta asked, his voice flat but filled with pressure.

Bari smiled mockingly. "Business? We just want to make sure you know your place. After what happened five years ago, you should have given up trying to become a cultivator. But looking at you this morning, it seems you still have that empty dream."

Tirta remained silent, but the aura around him began to change. Pure Qi slowly seeped out of his body, creating an unusual pressure.

One of the young men behind Bari began to feel uneasy. "Bari, something is strange about him. His aura is different from before."

"Shut up!" Bari shouted. "He's still trash. What can he possibly do?"

Tirta stepped forward. "If you're only here to talk nonsense, then move aside. I don't have time to play around."

Bari felt insulted, his face turning red with anger. "How dare you! You think you can talk to me like that?"

With a swift movement, Bari attacked, his hand releasing light green Spiritual Energy, a sign that he was a Black Realm, Five-Star cultivator. His attack was aimed directly at Tirta's chest.

However, before the punch could land, Tirta raised his right hand. With a simple movement, he caught Bari's attack.

"Wha... what is this?!" Bari was shocked. The Spiritual Energy in his hand seemed to vanish completely the moment it touched Tirta's palm.

Tirta looked at him coldly. "Five years ago, perhaps you could have bullied me. But now, I'm not the same person."

He twisted his hand and threw Bari several meters backward. Bari crashed heavily onto the ground, coughing up blood, his face filled with shock and fear.

The other young men stepped back trembling. "Tirta. What happened to you?" one of them asked in a quiet voice.

Tirta did not answer. He stepped forward, leaving them standing there in silence. His steps were steady, as if the world was now under his control.