With the blueprint of the knowledge conduit freshly inked and her mind buzzing with the possibilities, Hanna knew her next step was to source the crucial material: a crystal vein with wood attributes. Such crystals, known for their capacity to integrate and resonate with natural energies, would be ideal for her ambitious project. Her ability with the Law of Space would allow her to infuse these crystals with the necessary spatial attributes—a task far simpler than locating the elusive spatial crystal veins.
Determined to find the best source, Hanna decided to consult with the masters of the hidden temple, a sanctuary of ancient wisdom and deep secrets. Teleporting to the temple, which was shrouded in mist and mystery atop a forgotten mountain, she was greeted by the serene faces of the masters she had once studied under.
“Welcome back, Hanna,” greeted Master Liao, his eyes twinkling with a mix of curiosity and pride. “What brings you to our temple today?”
Hanna explained her need for a unique type of crystal. “I seek a vein of crystals with wood attributes, strong in natural energies. I believe they will serve as the foundation for a system that will revolutionize knowledge sharing and resource distribution within my sect.”
Master Liao nodded, understanding the significance of her quest. “Your path leads you to the Forest of Whispers,” he said with a slight hesitance. “It is a place both sacred and dangerous, protected by beings who fiercely guard their secrets.”
The Forest of Whispers, as Hanna learned, was an ancient woodland, alive with spiritual energy and inhabited by mystical creatures of formidable power. These beings, guardians of the forest’s secrets, were not known for their hospitality to intruders.
Armed with this knowledge, Hanna prepared for her journey. She knew the risks but was determined to proceed, for the success of her project and the future of her sect depended on securing the right materials.
Standing at the edge of the Forest of Whispers, Hanna could feel the dense, pulsating energy emanating from within. The trees swayed gently, whispering secrets in a language lost to time. She paused, respecting the boundary and the forest’s guardians, and decided to communicate in a manner befitting the forest’s mystical nature.
Channeling her energy, Hanna sent a message through a higher-dimensional plane, a method taught to her by the masters of the hidden temple. This message would only be perceptible to the most powerful beings within the forest, a respectful and diplomatic request for parley.
“I am Hanna, a cultivator who seeks harmony with the natural world. I come in peace, seeking only a small portion of your forest’s bounty to help protect and sustain many lives. I ask for your permission and your blessing,” her message resonated through the higher dimensions, carried by her sincere intent and powerful cultivation.
As the message dissolved into the fabric of the forest, Hanna waited, her body tense with anticipation. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the usual sounds of rustling leaves and distant calls momentarily silenced.