He forgot about the flower for now, it was time to think about what he's going to do next.
Firstly they will need to leave this cave, they can't lock themselves in here forever but for that they will need either the ability to move under the scorching sun or dreadful night.
For now, his money was on the night, they couldn't fight the sun and he didn't have the material to build heat and radiation protective suits.
However with enough strength they can deal with the night dwellers. Fortunately he had a way to deal with that.
He might've forgotten a lot of things since his mortal mind cannot handle the knowledge of a God, let alone a primordial one.
One thing he did not forget are the many mana cultivation techniques he gathered out of curiosity.
Infact in his boredom he had created many of his own, as the God of magic and progress, inventing mana breathing techniques was easy for him.
He searched through his mind and found the one he was looking for. Although he couldn't use mana as a God he still created a technique suitable for him, he was glad he did.
The technique was tailored towards dreams and illusions which were very suitable for him.
However he wasn't alone, he looked for those suitable for others as well. However for that he would need to test their attributes.
Of course if they had an attribute that didn't match any of the techniques he had, he could also give them the basic mana technique.
Although it was not ideal since the basic mana technique didn't filter the mana you absorbed.
Which made cultivation slower as one would need to actively remove the mana not matching their attribute.
Or you can use pure mana which will make your abilities weaker, most would not choose that option.
To test them he would either need the testing stone or use his own mana which he didn't have.
He sat in the conor and meditated, he followed the breathing rhythm of his technique and chanted the mantra.
His body started drawing in mana but it wasn't the pure blue mana, it was a mix of white mist and gold particles representing dreams.
However the process was slow, this place barely had any mana. " No wonder those creatures were so low level."
Unlike humans or most other sentient beings, monsters like night dwellers absorb mana passively, to grow they need to live in mana rich places.
Preferably mana that matches their attributes. As the dream and illusion mana was drawn to him he felt his body grow a bit stronger.
However he wasn't satisfied, he took out the sand sack and spilled the golden sand in a circle around him but when he finished he felt dizzy.
' Shit.' he thought before fainting. He woke up tired with a splitting headache and nausea.
He knew why this happened, although the golden sand doesn't require him to use divine energy to use it basic function it's still a divine artefacts.
One with the authority of a primordial God no less, using it places a massive burden on his soul.
The only reason he can even use it is because his soul is that of a God, though weakened by his situation.
He knew he wouldn't be able to cultivate in his condition. He drank a lot of water, ate the clickers meat and rested.
He could tell that it was night time by the closed door, he was surprised they were able to close it without him.
He looked at Viona. ' Seems she's getting stronger.' he wanted to be proud but he knew this wasn't a good thing.
It was a good sign as it showed her talent but it wasn't a good thing. Absorbing too much mana without a proper technique could lead to mana poisoning.
Khali couldn't allow her to die to something so foolish, he had plans for this girl. He felt a sense of urgency to advance to rank 1.
After a few hours of rest, he went back to cultivating. Khali wondered if he should be a mage or warrior.
' Why not both?' although he thought that, he knew how rare that was. Humans can only choose two paths.
One of a mage which was rare and only a few are born with a talent for it or one of a warrior.
Anybody can become a warrior with hard work, talent was still a factor in the warrior path but it wasn't an insurmountable barrier.
Although anybody can become warrior, once a mage chooses the mage path, the warrior path is cut off.
However once in a while a special being is born, one with a talent for both, these people were called warlocks.
They had overwhelming might that can take down armies. Khaladrel remembered the first human to ever be a warlock.
A man once known as the God slayer, Adam, the father of man, to this day he doesn't understand why Gaia created such an abnormal human.
That man had talent for everything, however Khaladrel had to admit he was partially to blame as he was the one who taught him and his mate magic and cultivation.
However in his defense he did it as an experiment to see how far humans can rise, it should be mentioned that they were one of the weakest races unable to use mana.
While Adam and Eve are called the parents of humanity, they weren't actually the first, only the best of them.
After learning cultivation, they were the first humans to go awaken, the first to reach the saint realm, the peak of human cultivation.
It was then that Adam did what was considered impossible, with only a sword he cut off the head of a God.
It was a minor God of fire, one of many but still, he was a divinity, it should've been impossible for a mortal to kill him yet Adam did it.
Since then he had been a legend of humanity, even he was saddened when the couple fell in battle against the one unnamed.
He stopped reminiscing about the past and focused on what he was meant to do. He looked at these people and swore he won't let the tragedy of the past repeat itself.