After mastering the Silent Step technique, amidst the silence filled with flowing spiritual energy, he began to meditate to understand the Dense Soul Realm, an advanced stage that would unlock more power within himself.
The Dense Soul Realm is a higher stage in the spiritual journey of a meditator. At this level, one begins to learn how to control and manipulate the life energy within themselves—energy that previously flowed freely without clear control. This energy is not merely physical or spiritual power, but a form of existence that is denser, more structured, and more connected to the universe.
In the Dense Soul Realm, the body and soul of an individual reach almost perfect balance. They begin to interact directly with the energy of nature, not just as a part of it, but as its controller. It's like manipulating the air, or even condensing energy into forms that can be touched or seen. A meditator at this stage can perceive the world around them in a much sharper and clearer way. They can sense the vibrations of nature, understand the language of the wind, and even converse with objects that contain spiritual energy.
During his meditation, Baskara began to feel things he couldn't explain. It was as if he was connected to a greater force of nature. The heaviness in his chest lifted, and it seemed as though a spirit within him began to awaken. Each of his breaths became more regulated, deeper, as if he were becoming one with the world around him.
However, what startled him was the new awareness that emerged. He began to understand that in order to enter the Dense Soul Realm, he had to release all dependence on his physical body. This was a journey beyond the limitations of the body, toward pure consciousness. Not only understanding energy but being able to control it and create forms through the power of thought and intention.
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Meanwhile, at Teguh and Tirta's home, they sat together in a rather luxurious living room. A feeling of unease began to settle in their hearts as they discussed the fate of their son.
"Husband, will something happen to our son?" Tirta asked anxiously.
Teguh looked at Tirta for a moment, trying to calm his feelings. "For now, let's leave it to my father," he answered quietly. "And we should also meditate more diligently to protect our son."
Tirta nodded slowly, though anxiety still haunted her. "I will try harder, for him," she murmured.
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That afternoon, after a long meditation, Baskara finally ended his session. His body felt tired, but satisfaction filled his heart. "Not bad, I've completed the initial stage. Soon, I'll step into the intermediate stage," he thought as he exhaled deeply. The warm and damp sensation from his body still enveloped in the aura of meditation made him feel like he needed a bath.
After bathing, Baskara sat in his room feeling refreshed. He was reflecting on his meditation journey when suddenly a knock came at the door.
"Come in," Baskara answered, allowing his grandfather to enter.
"How is my grandson? Do you understand the technique?" asked Eyang Pradipa, looking at Baskara with hopeful eyes.
"Yes, Grandpa. It's an amazing technique," answered Baskara confidently. Although in his heart, he knew he had perfected the technique up to the third layer.
His grandfather seemed surprised, "How do you know it's an amazing technique when you haven't tried it yet?"
Baskara just smiled slyly, "Hehe, I saw it from the writing. It looks like a great technique," he replied, not fully honest. In his heart, he knew he had mastered it faster than he let on.
"Oh, really? Well then, Grandpa will look forward to it," said Eyang Pradipa with a meaningful smile before sitting in a chair near the table.
"Now come, let me teach you some general knowledge," he continued.
In a secret room dimly lit by a yellow light, two men were having a serious conversation. In front of them lay an old map, covered with scribbles and ancient symbols that could only be read by those who understood the language of meditation. One of them, a man dressed in black with a head covering obscuring part of his face, pointed to a spot on the map.
"Is this the right location? The treasure?" he asked in a deep voice, full of caution.
His companion, a man in a dark brown shirt with a cunning expression, nodded slowly. "The markings are clear. But to open it, I need permission from my superior. I'll contact him first."
He took his phone out of his pocket and walked to the corner of the room. His conversation was brief but firm, with no small talk. After reaching an agreement, he returned to the table.
"My boss agrees. The money will be transferred soon."
Ding! The sound of a notification broke the silence.
"Has it come through?" asked the mysterious man still sitting casually.
"Yes," replied the other man with a satisfied smile.
"Pleasure doing business with you," the masked man said, giving a sly grin before turning and disappearing into the darkness.
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Meanwhile, outside the gates of Baskara's house, a young girl stood with a disappointed look on her face. Dinda, Baskara's cousin and close friend, had just returned from school. Her head was lowered, and her voice was soft but filled with disappointment.
"Aunt... is it true that Baskara is studying out of town?"
Tirta, who had just returned from the inner courtyard, looked at Dinda with understanding. "Yes, Dinda. I'm sorry, Baskara... he didn't have time to tell you," she said, gently ruffling Dinda's head.
Dinda nodded quietly, her eyes starting to well up. "Alright, Aunt... I'll go home then."
Her steps were slow, without spirit, as she left the large gates of the house. Even though they were just cousins, their relationship had always been like that of siblings. The disappointment was hard for her to hide.
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Inside Baskara's room, Eyang Pradipa sat, teaching the genealogy of the meditation world and the spiritual changes through the ages. Baskara, sitting cross-legged in front of his grandfather, listened attentively.
But suddenly… TRRT! TRRT! Eyang Pradipa's phone vibrated.
As he read the message, his expression changed drastically. From relaxed to serious in an instant. His voice became heavier.
"Child, I have an important matter. You continue studying on your own for now, okay?"
Baskara nodded, though confused. "Alright, Grandpa..."
After Eyang Pradipa left the room, Baskara stared at the closed door. "Strange... why did Grandpa suddenly become so serious? Did something happen?" he murmured quietly.
He took a deep breath and stood up. "Never mind... instead of wondering, it's better I go into the meditation room."
He then walked toward the meditation chamber, ready to continue his spiritual training and deepen his understanding of the Dense Soul Realm he was approaching. The outside world may have begun to stir with waves of conflict, but in that room, Baskara was growing into something he had never realized within himself.