Mithras

Soul is an odd point, I find that it’s certainly very possible to be a Disease Lord still; someone who doesn’t care about outside observation. Have you had any luck entering the emotional realm? It’s something odd I read about in a Wuxia but lately the sensation of ability is getting more intense. Emotional realm being a realm of only emotions. Still a Godling, is familiar with the experience of a silver thread across their pupils. Might be something of notice. I’m still looking for a cultivation manual on my end. Though the influence of Qi Sea Ancestor has honestly taught me a bit, the path of cultivators being radically different from development of dantien and daoist measures. Qi Sea Ancestor did not meditate, he did not split his senses or apprehension. Instead he would grow his sea larger, stating that empty measures are still empty. Qi Sea Ancestor could stay in the physical realm, this is one thing I’m certain of. At the same time cultivators of the emotional realm crush mountains like candy. I’m at a bit of a loss about human progress the most Just the decadence of reestablishing the immortal way, someone really might have to enjoy themselves.

You read with ego like a sightless book if you really need to read it. A Sightless Book: You only have the title The waif reflected on the directions she lost her information, is a ruder way of knowing. Mass Mind starts to rule things.

Form of modern man is wasted when they haven’t even discovered the hive. The reality is that the warp is far faster at discovery, while true qi cultivation does not rely on human progress

Studying and meditating on this seems to be the best. Most forget the natural awe of mundanity and scionic representation already disprove any scientific theory on qi needing to be real; so taking this I can only recommend that cultivators in fictional literature really do practice correctly. They are far better teachers than the mundane trash here. I’ve also heard meditating on three leaves dropping is a good way to receive a cultivation manual. The Salted Dog is a fantastic cultivation manual for being able to make your own qi-gong. The essence of the salted dog is the same as the bark of an Ego Esper that keeps you were you are. Meditating on essence and movements during Qi-gong seem nice, then going back down and contemplating the immortal way, which despises any physical movement for gain is the best. Nescience and even the Arrogance of a cultivator are the best things to learn from when reflecting behavior. Otherwise some attainment of Corpus is necessary. Advance cultivation practices usually revolve around robbing larger objects. Whereas Mythical cultivation techniques, one’s that don’t rely on Qi, are completely up to talent. ”I stand tall and grow taller” is a Mythical cultivation that is well known and quite obviously the standard if you’re looking to be a Tabula Rasa. Tabula or not, the features are elite and noble. I must say that most people forget the value of Princely value and right foundation. ”I beckon towards the Phoenix Might” is an example of a Mythical cultivation that requires immense talent and bloodline connection. This is all a cultivator will really use to enter the Emotional Realm, which is beyond Qi Practice. “Foundation is useless unless considering combat” Is the general bookmark of all advanced cultivation manuals. You can honestly start from misperceiving or “dumbly” perceiving advanced cultivation pages

Looks like it’s used to eat. The background is likely a simulation while the machine considers restoring outputs from fictional particles; the decadence a meal that feeds off unreal material but has no actual change is a common theme in Post-human society.

“Whatever it may be a Evil God is Romance” - Excerpt from Illy lit Pastures “A Scion should be able to read any book just by their title, even considering the gain of information practical.” - Excerpt from Lessons on Avoiding King Candy “We started the project, where am I to perfect it! Perfect! Splending is my favorite hobby yours shouldn’t be… A Scion. Where was one? Need better roads…” - Passage from We Started it! “Isn’t this how we diminish the elements from animals? I’ll just rewrite lectures using new land.” - Written Words from a Scion ”Three bells lay in wet acres, and a dry nut cracks them all first” - Excerpt from Inventions that fed me first “The Tactician sends his horse rider to which location first?” - Excerpt from Encrypted Masteries All Books of Heresy come from somewhere A Scion considers reading fictional literature Only Bards sing this tale - from Songs on Heroic Verses

You could try “Breathing through the knees”. With decision of flesh over mind let breath walk from your knees, when considering difficult problems consider the knees as pleasant a thinker of the mind. Otherwise, “Swallow three diets” is a cultivation technique you could try but it’s a bit specific to those who get it

Reading the passage, A Xerxes considers serfdom the safest way for those outside his order to be cleansed of purity. Those seeking the naturalness of my order may become my serfs. Privelige or other, it is no shame to be a serf to a gracious arm. The Sturdiness of Flesh and the Uncertainty of Steel is the promise of a Xerxes

First passage: “Xerxes restore temptation of Flesh” Second Passage: “Privelige of Wisdom obtains no belonging” Third Passage: “A Drought Lord Considers vast belonging” Fourth Passage: “Way low Unbridled Pleasure” Fifth Passage: ”The Strength of Raj Athen’s Particle Space” Sixth Passage: “The Practice of Strength standing still” Seventh Passage: ”A Xerxes can be wounded by an arrow”

“I’m better off avoiding King Candy but you may really be avoiding a Druid.” -The next line to the story of lust on a boat

"How do I use mass mind first? I didn't do anything wrong here" -The merchant with stone in his ears The Silver men are a strange lineage of elite warriors and mercenaries. Only male offspring will inherit their bright silver hair, lithe figure, and perked ears. Afterward, the males will be trained as warriors and burst tactics, till they are released on their own or remain part of the tribe as a traveling mercenary. They usually wield a sword and use high-intensity magic of a single type. They are also taught a species-wide technique on how to limit arcane fever. "The Silver Men are taught to limit Arcane Fever. I don't see what's wrong with that" -The chaplain who sells spices by his bed "You’re like a firefly in the world, it won’t be hard for other fragments to find you. It won’t be hard for you to find them either." -A Slave to a Heavenly Fracture realizing Birthright isn't there The Merchant whistles, that's a nice picture he remarks. "Didn't you use to sell cabbages?" -Arthendain's handscribbled note inside Early Medicine

I’m pretty sure starting from turning qi to jing is a cruel foundation albeit one, while an actual foundation is one that disappears quickly. ego boosting is a very good way to cultivate blockages, whereas “breath of qi” can work if you’re a cruel person. The foundation of cultivation for one of noble birth is diligent study into three laws. Those of lower birth follow diligent study of hands for their foundation. It is noted that a cultivators mass mind should not grow larger unless they plan to be the only one there. Qi can be multiplied up but should never be divided down. Immortality can be easily gained by renouncing mortality

Binary minds break in order of compound, Sequential ones always break first. When there were two rocks in the garden they chirp without outsiders. WHEN THERE WERE FOUR: WHERE THERE WERE EIGHT: WHERE THERE WERE TWO: Two rocks in the garden chirp without outsiders. Four rocks in the garden chirp with two outsiders, and then Two rocks in the garden chirp without outsiders Eight rocks in the garden chirp with four outsiders, and then Two rocks in the garden chirp without outsiders Two rocks chirp in the garden without outsiders. "Lecture on static generation and rotation of stones" by Archmagister Revin, Professor of Stone Alchemy.

A series of books that can only be read by their cover: Movements in three variations, sealed by an incubus ON psyche and PERF by Edgar Allen Poe Written Diogenes by a Chicken I spoke to the sightless seeker, their waif speaking the same matter. The use of reading is lost on me, the pages do not stick salt on my eyes less I dread their images of my lacking. Upon seeing the cover and seeing no more, I read more than I already expect myself to. Looking again yields no further information, looking further is only useful when I read less of its contents. "Drought, what delicacy. The rip of things that lacked, I did not consider that when omniscience is gone and the old gods are made young; I really might have a flower on my face!" -A Mad Scion giving lectures to the sky A Scion? Here...? Why haven't you led them out the door already? I spoke of certain patterns that only consider cylinders. I spoke of only certain patterns that consider cylinders. I spoke of only certain patterns that consider only cylinders. I read of books that a dog had read. I read books that a dog had read. I read of books that dog reads. I read of books that a dog read.

This is kind of dumb, but you could meditate on increasing the ego of the crystals/crystal you’re wearing. Like just making it larger and larger. I’d be careful and kind, but ignore the kindness of a warlock (weird note). Then if you meditate on qi absorption, you’ll at least have some luck finding a starry qi of some kind. Starry qi is incredibly valuable, akin to just having +1 on a dice, or extra luck.

I really don’t know what can be better than this, all this trash is not even qigong. Only a lazy prince could learn qigong, all these masters are like dogs barking with red tongues. Look at the mundanity, the lack of spice in these animals who only like to bark. When a lazy prince practices qi gong, qi cannot be avoided; it’s death is natural. Qigong is a satire of judgement, dao and all this other nonsense of listening; Who even gave the advice that one should develop the senses and movements. When a lazy prince moves his finger, blades of grass don’t move around him. This is qi-gong. In comparison all these odd men and dogs still bark about capacity and movement. There is not a trace of qi in the environment only piglike divinities; Men who develop sensitivity truly have no hope of nobility. Truthfully you’re better off showing malice towards divinity; even animals are rewarded for this.

The Lazy Prince did not have a fever to end. When asked for his upkeep he destroyed the world.

The Lazy prince sat in his Apple orchard one day and considered the order of the world When I looked back at Patria. My eyes were humiliated by surroundings of individual and last. Decadence that is only received by which ignorant feature? Wisdom approaches me, it’s sinful placement a feature to my own allowance

The story stops, the radical of an ending or place that did not consider an ending necessary smiles. The Lazy Prince, The Lazy Prince! Even the princesses who were not there moan in delight. Their orchards not disturbed and another immortal dream lasting.

Aroma of which illusion! I built the spire. All Mine! Taste is color, spike the fevers and drink the immortality of a mortal scion. There was no offer here. A corruption avoided, the king of a distant state never ruling.

By some realization of supreme authority, the scions discard old trading practices and replace them with merchants who consume all their resources. In due time, the aroma of illusion and decadence of spires not built floods the minds of others but never a scion.

Centuroesi, or ages that haven’t passed with measurements in new standard; the scions realize birthright and establish the burned plaza. Age is renounced with proper measurement and replaced with new standard. The scions keep on forgetting what it’s called, it’s what they get paid with.

Keep throwing rocks down your spine and say it fell in water instead. Do this until you are observed by subspace lords. Then learn “swallow across three plains” or consider a salt heavy diet till you remember a cultivation manual that suits your liking.

Who are all these cruel divinities, I smell a trace of divinity in the air. Spiritual beings, of which dharma! The Suzerain always destroys the world Steal a monks soup here

Indigo lilies serve their delight in blue mornings, Broken scriptures love the moan of soft apple trees speaking their delight Drink nectar here and you probably will anyways