Pendekar Batari Mahadewi: The Journey to Find Your Self
Episode 55 of the Holy Altar of Dhyana City
Since a month over Jalu and Batari Mahadewi left the Holy sword college, and passed through several forests and villages, finally they reached a valley which was an ancient city that had existed since before the kingdom of Swargadwipa stood. The city was named Dhyana city, a city that harbors an ancient civilization that is still well preserved.
When compared to other cities, the city of Dhyana looks deserted like a remote village. But the city could not be called a village, because of its vast territory and crowded with ancient buildings, temples, and shrines. There are a lot of empty buildings there.
Most of the citizens of Dhyana were hermits. They are the ones who keep the tradition and culture of the city for generations. Therefore, you could say the citizens of the city was a little closed, in the sense that it was difficult to accept other cultures. So, there were not many immigrants who visited there and there were not many merchants in the city. As for the type of goods that are traded are just food.
Such a city as the village of Atas Awan, has always been the thing that attracted the attention of Batari Mahadevi. The walls of the city record history through the little omens he reads. Batari Mahadewi and along the city. At first, they just want to pass by and leave the city, but because of its strong appeal, they decided to go for a walk and stay overnight.
“Adik is interested in staying here?” ask Jalu.
“Yes, Brother Jalu. This city holds a lot of knowledge, and there is one source of earth energy that is never exhausted even though we absorb it. I can feel it. Probably in the middle of town.” Answer Batari Mahadevi.
“But necessarily, the source becomes a holy place and not carelessly people are allowed there.” Said Jalu.
“Iya, it should be.” Batari Mahadewi. They continued to look at the corners of the city. Some people stared at their presence with strange gazes, others with smiles.
Before arriving in the city, Jalu and Batari Mahadewi had passed through several villages and met with several robbers, several white schools, and black warriors. In the city of Dhyana, Batari Mahadevi did not catch the presence of white warriors, or black streams, but he knew, many people with high martial skills who lived in the city.
Most of the inhabitants of the city of Dhyana learned kanuragan. They have high achievements. However, they are not warriors. Yes, they are only human beings who do not pursue a reputation, a title of swordsman, or the like. They practice kanuragan with one goal, which is always trying to transcend their boundaries as humans.
Therefore, the radiance of energy from the magicians in Dhyana city was different from that of the white and black stream warriors. They chose to confine themselves to one of the old buildings in the city for weeks, months, years by absorbing the earth's energy to survive.
Their ways, however varied, some stood, some were cross-legged, some were lying down, some were hanging their racks on the roof like bats, some were hanging from bats, and some are wise with just one foot or even one finger.
That is why this city is quiet, as if it does not have the appetite to develop as other cities are racing to improve the economy and other worldly things.
Batari Mahadevi and Jalu arrived at a large altar located in the middle of the city. The courtyard of the altar was vast and several hermits seemed to be sitting cross-legged there. Their bodies looked thin and full of dust, like they had been there for a long time.
Batari Mahadevi and Jalu hesitated to enter the altar because they did not want to disturb the hermits who were there.
While they were there, a grandfather walked slowly to them. The grandfathers were long-haired, walked bent over and wore only loincloths. His body is thin and wrinkled.
“Greetings, welcome ladies and gentlemen. I am Agrapana, the guardian of the sacred temple here. May I know who these young masters and misses are?” Ask the old man.
“We're from Cemara Seribu, grandpa. My name is Jalu and this is my younger brother, Batari Mahadewi. We happened to pass by in this awesome city, then we took a walk and got here.” Answer Jalu.
The old grandfather looked at the two young warriors before him, then smiled. “Means you've come a long way. Can I know what news is out there?” Ask the Grandpa.
“Tak much we know, grandfather, but currently the black stream warriors are intending to attack several white flow colleges.” Answer Jalu.
“How to, grandpa?” ask Batari Mahadevi.
“Easy, you only have to meditate for two or three days in the holy court.” The old man pointed at the court with some people who had been there to ascend. If you have gained something from meditation, and feel enough, then you can go to the altar.” Answer the old man. He smiled kindly, then left Jalu and Batari Mahadewi there.
“What do you think of sister?” Ask Batari Mahadevi.
“If you are interested, then I will accompany meditation here. I haven't meditated in a long time.” Answer Jalu.
“Well then, maybe we should be here a few days. I'm sure we'll find something valuable.” Batari Mahadewi.
The two then entered the courtyard of the holy altar, then began to meditate.
Meanwhile, somewhere else, Niken had just passed through a forest after he left the village he had just visited. Traveling alone made him feel anxious. Although he is highly knowledgeable and not easy to touch, but many male gazes directed at him every time he crosses paths with passers-by always make him uncomfortable.
Niken looked at the rocky river in front of him. Across the river there was still a forest that he had to pass through in order to arrive at the next village. But the forest he had just passed and that he was about to pass through was not a wild wilderness, but a forest with a path that was often passed by villagers or traders.
From far away, a swordsman was speeding up the river. Niken caught a powerful black energy beam from the figure that was getting closer towards Niken. In a short time, the swordsman had shown his face before Niken. She was a female swordsman of the black school. His face was pale and tyrannical, as if he was a fusion between a demon and a human.
“Are you lost, beautiful lady. You're alone in this river, surely you're a traveling swordsman. Are you willing to fight with me?” said the female warrior.
“I don't want to fight the truth, but aunty swordsman definitely won't let me go just like that isn't it?” Answer Niken.
“Don't call me aunt! I'm still young” said this female swordsman slightly offended.
“Oh...Well, what is the name of Miss Swordsman? I'm Niken Sekar Purnama, Ki Gading Putih's student from Padepokan Cemara Seribu and a wandering student from the swordsman Syair of Death. Do you still want to fight with me?” Ask Niken.
“Do not brag. Oh, all right, try to show your bullshit.” The female swordsman radiated her energy abruptly, a black light enveloping her body. Niken did not want to lose, he exerted a cold aura from his body. Both are ready to stab whenever they want.
Get here first, man. Batteries run out.Thank you very much has so far followed the journey of Batari into identity. Thank you very much for all your support, encouragement and prayers. May you always be given the blessing, health, protection and happiness of the Almighty God. Salutations.