Within the crater, The heavenly Demon was sitting in the lotus position and breathing in a specific pattern. The natural energy in the surroundings began to inch in his direction as a suction force began to appear around his body. He was currently executing The Heavenly Recovery Mystic Art, using this art originally wouldn't have been possible in any other situation, but because his power core had become exhausted and his body was drained of energy, the pure nature energy did not clash with his demonic energy. This was precisely why he chose this particular art instead of the Greater Demon Recovery, while it maintained his peak strength the price was too high to pay for the severity of his wounds. On the other hand, the mystic art had less drawback in exchange for a slight loss in level. The Heavenly Demon was a man of great foresight, if his conjecture was correct than he had undergone another dimensional displacement. He had no way of knowing the power level of this world's residents, although having overwhelming strength would help, he had a plethora of life saving methods at his disposal. His main concern was the existence of an overwhelming force capable of fighting against his peak strength. If he ruined his potential now, there would be no hope in winning against such an enemy in the future. The reason he believed this situation was likely to occur was simply because the density of energy in this place was unreal. Compared to the Martial Realm, the amount of energy in the atmosphere was saturated. He felt like he was sitting in a mist of fog. He could say with quite a bit of confidence that warriors here were probably extremely powerful.
The Heavenly Recovery Mystic Art was a difficult technique to execute, you first had to gather natural energy and use precision control to guide the energy towards the heart. Within the heart, exists the power core, the true source of a martial artists strength. The Heavenly Demon examined his body before he began to execute the technique, his inner organs were damaged, his skin was charred black, and his power core was completely drained. As the natural energy followed his directives it slowly assimilated into the heart and dove into an ethereal space. The power core had the shape of a terrifyingly gigantic asura, with six arms and three faces it was completely transparent and sat there in the same position as the heavenly demon. It was fierce but only it's massive countenance and steadfast posture exuded the pride and determination of the Heavenly Demon, no aura leaked out from its position. The natural energy slowly approached and began to arrange in different nodes that surrounded the core. While taking a specific shape, the nodes began to resonate and at this instant, the skin of the asura began to dissolve and the core began to slowly shrink. The dissolved core energy was then refined by the natural energy as it drilled its way through his body and engulfed many of his life threatening injuries. With each breathe he could feel his injuries were slowly being mended, The Heavenly Recovery Mystic Art was being executed correctly, all he needed was patience.
In the distance, a cloaked figure was running at extremely fast speeds. His eyes glowed with a golden hue and his black hair was matted with sweat as he used all his strength to propel himself forward. A few days ago, while exploring the outskirts of a stormy region, he felt and intense vibration radiate its center and in the distance a blue light shined for an instant only to disappear just as quickly. The man was a researcher, he was incredibly interested in the inner workings of the Stormy Regions. Within the Uranus Continent, there were few things still undiscovered, still unexplored, and the Stormy Regions were such places. Even if it meant risking his life, the man had to see the cause of that abnormal event.
As he approached the center of the Stormy Region a huge crater came into view. He was completely stunned, the cause of such an impact escaped his knowledge. As he approached the edge, he spotted something strange. Within its center, there was an opaque crystalline mass. Carefully approaching the crystal, he discovered that the crystal was made entirely of World Essence. Although the man was a researcher, in order to properly explore the Stormy Regions a certain level of strength was needed. His power was the real deal and he had seen some of the most luxurious training areas the continent had to offer. Not one of them spotted an World Essence Stone as massive nor as pure as the one in front of him.
At this thought, his golden eyes flashed with ecstasy and greed. Although he loved his research, each one of his excursions required time and money to execute. As he approached the crystal with his newfound desire, a crack from top to bottom appeared on its surface. As the crack expanded, pieces of the crystal began to shatter and the man immediately began to despair. A fortune was disappearing right before his eyes before he even had a chance to enjoy the moment. As more of the crystal shattered, a cloud of pulverized World Essence expanded in all direction. At this moment another strange event took place, the cloud began to recollect in the direction of the crystal, the large chunks of World Essence shot toward the center. As the dust settled the man was struck dumb, in the center of the crater was a bearded middle aged man, so scrawny that even the slightest gust of wind could topple him. Yet, when he opened his eyes, he saw a darkness so deep and vast that every fiber of his being was screaming at him to run away. No aura leaked out of him but he could feel it. He was nothing, a mere ant in front of true greatness. At this moment, the middle aged man smiled amicably and spoke, "Could you give me some directions?"