Cultivation is Creation

I stared at the crimson sphere floating in my inner world, trying to process exactly what it meant to have a miniature version of a reality-warping alien sun inside me. The kind of sun that, you know, typically drove people mad and turned them into crystalline monsters.

"You're sure it's stable?" I asked Azure for probably the fifth time.

"As stable as a fragment of reality-altering cosmic power can be," he replied cheerfully. "Though I should note that 'stable' is a relative term when discussing interdimensional phenomena."

"That's... not actually reassuring."

The tiny sun pulsed gently, sending ripples of warmth through my inner world. My two-leafed seed seemed to watch it curiously, if a metaphysical construct of pure cultivation energy could be said to watch anything.

"We should probably test it," I said finally. "Better to find out what it does in controlled conditions rather than having it surprise us at an inconvenient moment."

"Maybe we should establish some safety parameters first? Given its origin, unexpected effects are likely."

I nodded, settling into a more comfortable meditation position. "Monitor everything. If anything looks dangerous—"

"I'll alert you immediately," Azure promised. "Though defining 'dangerous' might be challenging when dealing with extra-dimensional energy sources."