After Baskara's four souls united in perfect harmony, his spiritual journey entered a far deeper phase. The realm of the Jagat Sukma, which once felt stable, now began to tremble with greater intensity. The world around him responded to the profound transformation occurring within. This process began gradually, but each step brought increasingly tangible changes.
At the beginning of this journey, Baskara's body felt as if it were being lifted by an unseen yet undeniable subtle force. The ground beneath his feet seemed to grow more distant, and with each passing second, the surrounding realm began to transform. Flowers that once appeared ordinary now bloomed in more vibrant colors, the air grew cooler, and the sky began to glow with golden hues.
Baskara felt the energy flowing within him grow stronger and more stable. The unification of the four souls—courage, wisdom, empathy, and resilience—had birthed a new, greater power. The surrounding realm resonated with this transformation, the air itself seemingly thick with energy, in tune with the higher harmony of the united souls.
This transformation carried Baskara to the final stage of the Jagat Sukma, where his awareness fused more deeply with the world around him. He realized he was not merely part of this realm but part of the flow of energy connecting every element of nature. Each moment brought a deeper understanding of the power of soul and nature.
As Baskara entered this state of perfection, the world around him shifted dramatically. The once-clear sky turned dark—not a menacing darkness, but one filled with potential and strength. The light around him intensified, radiating from within. His entire body was filled with smoothly flowing energy, and every step felt lighter.
The surrounding nature—earth, trees, and wind—seemed to respond to the rising energy. The ground beneath him trembled, nearby trees emitted a soft glow, as if following the energy coursing through his body. Baskara felt increasingly strong and stable, more deeply connected to every element around him.
At this point, Baskara's once-separated souls had become fully united, and he felt a power that transcended all previous limits. Not only physically, but his spiritual awareness reached its highest point. This power brought not only calm to himself but peace to the nature around him.
Having passed through these two great stages, Baskara finally entered Purwa Jiwa, the fifth and ultimate stage of soul refinement. The surrounding realm calmed; the dark sky was now bathed in a gentle, non-blinding light. Everything felt clearer, more real—as if the world had been cleansed of all disturbances.
Baskara felt himself in a state of profound tranquility and balance. He not only felt connected to the world around him, but also purified and stabilized. The forces within him became sharper, clearer, and more focused. Every element—from soul to body—was now aligned with the natural world.
What once pulsed with intense energy was now peaceful. Trees stood tall again, the once-barren ground began to bloom with green life, and the cool air carried a serenity that flowed into his body and soul. Within hundreds of kilometers, the land responded to this great transformation. Once-arid soil was now brimming with new life, all in perfect harmony.
At this stage, Baskara not only realized the power within him but became part of nature's harmony. He had reached Purwa Jiwa, the true perfection of soul, where the soul finds complete peace—free from fear and doubt. The power within him was now inseparable from the world around him.
Leluhur Nala sat quietly, eyes closed, his mind focused on the transformation occurring within the temple. He felt a subtle vibration that signaled something immense was unfolding. As Baskara reached Purwa Jiwa, the land surrounding the temple began to transform.
Leluhur Nala was filled with awe and wonder. In this heightened spiritual journey, he witnessed a breathtaking change in the natural world. Unlike typical breakthroughs, Baskara's ascension was not accompanied by chaos or calamity. Instead, nature resonated with a newfound balance. The once-dry soil around the temple now appeared fertile, and the tense air turned calm and fresh.
Leluhur Nala realized that this was no ordinary phenomenon. A great power within Baskara had brought about this harmony. Nature seemed to respond with reverence, flowing with stable and peaceful energy. This was a clear sign that Baskara had truly attained soul perfection.
Though wise and experienced, Leluhur Nala did not fully comprehend that Baskara had discovered his own essence—his fitrah. He only knew that Baskara was undergoing an extraordinary spiritual journey, unaware that it had led to a profound self-discovery.
As this awe-inspiring phenomenon unfolded, Leluhur Nala sensed a different kind of vibration. He witnessed the resonance between Baskara's essence and the world around him—a manifestation both powerful and clear. Nature itself seemed to experience enlightenment along with Baskara, reflecting in harmonious transformation. Once-dry and silent land was now fertile, with once-withered trees blooming anew, and heavy air turned light and refreshing.
Through the unity of his four souls, Baskara had uncovered the depth of his fitrah. He realized that true essence is not something to be sought outside, but discovered within—through harmony between soul and nature. That fitrah now resonated with the entire natural realm, creating a phenomenon that not only affected himself but brought profound harmony to the world around the temple.
Leluhur Nala could only observe with reverence and awe, realizing this transformation was the manifestation of Baskara's extraordinary achievement. Unbeknownst to him, this natural phenomenon was a direct reflection of Baskara's spiritual journey—having found his fitrah—and nature responded in its purest form.
Inside the temple, after three years of uninterrupted meditation, Baskara finally opened his eyes slowly. Each breath he took was steady, forming a deep rhythm. During those years, he had immersed himself in an endless spiritual quest, focusing on self-purification and understanding his true nature. He was unaware that everything outside the temple had changed, as his consciousness was wholly absorbed in the journey of the soul and inner awakening.
"I've finally ascended to the realm of Purwa Jiwa," Baskara said firmly, a declaration born from within. As he moved his arm, a new sensation emerged. His inner power had increased manyfold—his self-control and mastery over the techniques he had learned had grown significantly. His internal energy was now far more stable, and he could control basic elements with greater ease, though he realized there were still limitations to overcome.
Baskara took a deep breath, feeling the energy flow more freely through his body. "I suppose I need to stretch my muscles first," he murmured with a small smile. With a composed mind, he decided to leave the temple and see his mother. "She must be worried," he said, feeling that the time had come to return to the outside world.
Suddenly, from outside the temple, a familiar voice called out, "My child, come out." It was the voice of Ancestor Nala. Baskara paused, reflecting for a moment, and felt a bit ashamed. "Has he been waiting for me long?" he wondered. Although Ancestor Nala was the one who had granted him techniques and guidance, a sense of guilt lingered for having kept him waiting so long.
With steady steps, Baskara finally stood and began walking toward the temple door. As he opened it, the bright moonlight bathed him, and the stars in the night sky shimmered gently. The night felt especially calm, as if nature itself was welcoming his return. As he stepped outside, a refreshing and serene feeling enveloped him, as though he had just been cleansed of all spiritual burdens.
With light steps, Baskara left the temple, heading toward where Ancestor Nala awaited.
Not far from the temple, seated cross-legged on a large stone, Ancestor Nala sat in silence. A gentle smile spread across his face as he watched the descendant who now stepped out of the temple, bathed in moonlight.
Baskara walked slowly, his aura radiating calmness. His body looked relaxed yet firm. Under the tranquil night light, he resembled a young sage reborn from silence. Ancestor Nala's plain white robe fluttered softly in the breeze, his black hair glistening in the moonlight, and his sharp eyes reflected deep satisfaction and admiration.
When Baskara stood before him, he bowed with deep respect.
"Greetings, Ancestor… Are you well?" he said, his voice clear, rooted in sincere reverence.
A soft yet proud laugh escaped Ancestor Nala.
"Hahaha… My child, you truly please me. In my long life, I've never seen someone like you—so gifted, yet able to preserve their essence with such tranquility."
He waved his hand, signaling Baskara to come closer.
"Come, sit here. Tonight is a night worth remembering together."
Baskara slowly walked over and sat cross-legged beside his ancestor. The two of them fell into silence, accompanied only by the night breeze and moonlight, as if blessing the meeting of two generations of balance keepers.
Seated side by side, they were enveloped in stillness. Only the night wind flowed gently, as if accompanying the meeting of two souls shaped by time and solitude.
Ancestor Nala gazed at the star-filled sky, then spoke softly,
"Do you know, Baskara… most people chase power for the sake of security, yet many are destroyed by the very power they possess. But you—you chose a path that few are willing to take: the path of fitrah."
Baskara looked down at the ground before him, then replied,
"I used to not understand… what fitrah truly meant. I thought it was just a softness of heart that made me slow in a harsh world. But the deeper I delved into my own soul, I realized… that was where true strength grows."
Ancestor Nala nodded, his lips forming a faint smile.
"Fitrah is the seed of life. It's not merely gentleness, but a balance between acceptance and protection. And when someone understands their fitrah, the universe itself recognizes them."
Baskara drew a deep breath, absorbing the meaning behind each word.
"Is this… what they call a whole soul?"
"More than that," the Ancestor replied.
"This is the beginning of a soul that no longer forces the world to change to its will, but instead makes the world yield because it has become one with it. You're now at a point where your will is not just a desire… but a reflection of the universe's harmony within you."
That night felt deeper than usual. Nothing dominated, nothing was forced. Only wisdom flowed between ancestor and heir—in silence, in moonlight, and in a soul that had become one with nature.
Ancestor Nala closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly opened them, looking at Baskara with a gaze full of admiration—and concern.
"And I am truly amazed by you, child...
While most seek their fitrah by balancing body and soul, you chose a silent path—letting your spirit wander alone... How did you come to understand your fitrah, especially in such a relatively short time?"**
He paused for a moment before continuing,
"I even witnessed your spirit leave your body and enter the realm of soul birth. That is no trivial matter, Baskara... A spirit that hasn't reached perfection is fragile in this world. It's like smoke… a single gust of wind could make it vanish."
Baskara fell silent, his gaze lowering for a moment before calmly lifting his head. His voice was calm, but full of meaning.
"I might not have taken that path… if not for a drive that came from deep within. I knew it was risky. But that feeling—that I had to fully understand myself—had called to me long before I even realized it. And though the path I chose was dangerous, now I feel… it was part of my destiny."
He took a slow breath, then looked at Ancestor Nala's face.
"Ancestor… destiny is a neutral force. It can bring harm, or it can bring goodness. But one thing I've learned—destiny can only be followed by destiny itself.
In other words, if one wishes to entrust themselves to destiny, they must also be prepared to rely on destiny as their path."
Ancestor Nala slowly nodded, his sharp, aged eyes glistening slightly from the wisdom radiating from his grandson. In silence, he knew… the young man before him was no longer a boy searching for direction, but someone who had become one with his own path.