DARK SEA…
The atmosphere grew heavy, charged with an energy so profound it made the gods themselves tremble. The tantric sage stood still, his form beginning to swell with a glow that transcended divinity.
Slowly, his size increased, his body stretching skyward, piercing the clouds, until he seemed to reach the very sky. His sheer presence radiated such godly power that even the gods below bowed their heads in reverence.
Kent, who stood before the sage, suddenly found himself levitating, pulled gently upward by an invisible force. As he ascended, the light from the tantric sage became unbearable.
Kent closed his eyes instinctively, shielding himself from the brilliance. Around him, the world seemed to dissolve, leaving only an infinite expanse of golden light.
Below, Jean, Gunji, Fatty Ben, Mohini, and the gods stared in awe. Even the war-hardened War God felt insignificant under the overwhelming presence of the tantric sage. The companions exchanged bewildered glances, their hearts racing as they tried to comprehend what was unfolding before them.
“What is happening?” Fatty whispered, his voice trembling.
“This… is beyond anything we’ve ever known,” the War God muttered. “The tantric sage has stepped into his true form—a form we cannot fathom.”
The baby dragon, Sparky, clung tightly to Jean’s arm, its small body trembling. Jean stroked its head absentmindedly, her own eyes fixed on the glowing figure of Kent as he disappeared into the sky.
Kent felt his body rise higher and higher until he floated in a realm of pure light, surrounded by an infinite expanse of golden mist. The tantric sage’s booming voice echoed across this cosmic space, each word resonating in Kent’s very soul.
“Open your eyes, child,” the tantric sage said, his tone commanding yet gentle.
Kent hesitated but did as instructed. As he opened his eyes, he was stunned to find himself standing before the sage’s massive form.
The sage’s face, though godly and radiant, carried an expression of serene wisdom. Behind the sage, the universe unfolded—a vast tapestry of stars, planets, and swirling energies. It was as if the entire cosmos had been laid bare before him.
“This,” the sage began, spreading his colossal arms, “is the universe in its truest form. A creation of boundless energy, infinite possibilities, and eternal balance.”
Kent remained silent, his heart pounding as he took in the spectacle. The sage continued, his voice weaving a tale that transcended mortal understanding.
“There are fourteen worlds in this universe,” the sage said, his hand gesturing toward the swirling cosmic map behind him. “Seven godly worlds, radiating divine energy, and seven demonic worlds, pulsating with chaos and destruction. These worlds exist in harmony, bound together by the threads of fate, karma, and dharma.”
Kent’s eyes widened as the sage’s words painted a vivid picture of the universe’s structure. “Seven godly worlds?” he asked hesitantly.
The sage nodded. “Yes. The seven godly worlds—Satya Loka, Tapa Loka, Jana Loka, Mahar Loka, Svar Loka, Bhuvar Loka, and Bhur Loka. Each one ascending in spiritual purity, culminating in Satya Loka, the apex world. It is the dwelling place of the Three-Phased God- the Giver, the Preserver; and the Destroyer.”
The sage’s hand swept downward, and Kent’s gaze followed. “And below them, the seven demonic worlds—Atala, Vitala, Sutala, Talatala, Mahatala, Rasatala, and Patala. Each one descending deeper into chaos and darkness, ruled by ancient forces of destruction.”
Kent stared at the vast expanse of the worlds, his mind racing. “Why do these worlds exist? What is their purpose?”
The sage’s expression softened. “They exist for balance, young one. Just as light cannot exist without shadow, creation cannot exist without destruction. The interplay between these worlds ensures the universe’s equilibrium.”
The sage’s gaze fixed on Kent, and his tone grew more serious. “Do you know why you are here, Kent? Why you stand before me now?”
Kent shook his head. “I don’t.”
“You are here because you have the potential to reach Satya Loka—the apex world. But to do so, you must reach the pinnacle of cultivation in every world, starting from the lowest to the highest.”
Kent’s brows furrowed. “How can one achieve that? How can someone ascend through all the worlds? Which is the best path?”
The sage smiled. “There are many paths, each as unique as the soul that treads it. Strength is one path—the path of warriors who conquer through might. Alchemy is another—the path of creation, of mastering the elements to reshape reality.
Healing is a path of compassion, of mending the broken and restoring balance. Devotion is a path of surrender, of dedicating oneself to a higher power. Music, art, wisdom—each path leads to the same destination, but only the worthy may walk it.”
The sage’s words stirred something deep within Kent. “And what after Satya-Loka?” he asked.
The sage’s eyes gleamed with wisdom. “To become one with the universe, to transcend mortality and become an eternal being. Not a demi-god or an origin god, but a true God—untouchable, unshakable, eternal.
At the heart of the universe lies the Three-Phased God. He governs a Karma cycle. This cycle is the heartbeat of the universe, unending and eternal.”
Kent felt a deep sense of awe. “And where do mortals fit into this cycle?”
The sage’s gaze turned piercing. “Mortals are the threads that weave the fabric of the universe. Each soul carries karma—the weight of their actions. Through countless lifetimes, they ascend or descend, striving for enlightenment. Only by burning away their karma can they transcend the cycle and reach the apex.”
The sage’s massive hand extended toward Kent, a golden orb of light hovering above his palm. “I give you this knowledge, Kent, not as a gift, but as a responsibility. You have the potential to reach the apex, but the path is not easy. You must choose your way, walk it with unwavering resolve, and face trials that will test the very core of your being.”
Kent bowed deeply. “Thank you, sage. I will not falter.”
The sage smiled. “I believe you. Remember this, By saying a NO to a big man, you become bigger than him. And you always have a choice.”
The last words of tantric sage touched Kent’s heart.
“Thank You”