He smiled as he patted his bloated stomach in the way only a fat monk could smile and be merry before rolling off of his side to sit up and contemplate." So with immediate survival out of the way let's start with the most doable aspect first. Every single one of my merderains are completely fried or even non existent I'll have to carve them out from scratch but that seems like a waste..." Is voice trailed off as countless ideas and thoughts seemed to stirr through his muttled mind. His memories had fragmented like thousands of stained glass panes scattered across the floor of a once grand cathedral. The order of his mind was thrown to total chaos with the loss of his spiritual sea and finding anything useful from what memories that remained was like finding a needle in a haystack.
After an hour or so of deep thought he had managed to grab hold of enough of the shards to make a somewhat coherent picture, enough to at least properly remember what he wanted to do." So considering my current state the best option is to carve new merderains out from scratch but that comes with its own problems." One I have no idea what kind or how many to carve out, should I remake my old ones or use another set.? His Mind churned through the fog of his memories digging through countless milenia of experiences thrown into complete disorder and chaos by his now mortal mind. As if the verry foundation of a building had been ripped right from under it he struggled to cling into any useful information before it was lost back in the endless fog of his mind. The strain of trying to access a mountain of data more than any mortal could possibly contain let alone understand gave him a piercing headache. His skull rattled like a pinball machine as a single line of blood dripped from his nose before his eyes shot open and he violently spammed akin to an epileptic seizure while writhing in pain across the cold granite of his small cave.
Some time later after what felt like hours but was more likely only a few minutes he managed to regain his bearings still somewhat rattled by the whole experience. "Keh keh keh" he let out a pained chuckle as he spoke in a loud whisper. " All the knowledge a cultivator could ever need and yet when I try to use any of it my body just can't handle more than a few moments before trying to kill me!" His dry laugh stopped halfway up his throat when he could only sigh in defeat before taking a moment to compose his bearings. "Very well let's tango!" He proclaimed in defiance as he rose to his feet in a quick leap. He seemed to break into a small rhythmic dance like some background dancer from a electro funk music video. Grabbing his newly prized quartz chisel and his impromptu spirit Stone torch he began to flatten one of the larger walls of his small cave to create a flat writing surface.
Mori began laughing in glee as he etched his archaic yet immaculately carved scrawlings across the wall of every last bit of information he had just recalled."You think a little seizure will stop me, please countless years traped beyond the void couldn't phase me and I will be damned if I simply gave up and admitted defeat to this shitty crippled body." Though it was still the same body he had before his fall he barely recognized it as his own any longer. To him it was now merely a husk of charcoal and scrap he needed to burn away to forge a new more perfect vessel for his cultivation journey. Plunging back into the madness that lied in his skull he slumped into the wall,still standing as he battled to drag away fragments of memories before resurfacing once again. He could only manage to grab a couple before he stopped as the splitting headache returned. Battling through the pain he etched more scrawlings into the wall before taking a moment to rest.
As his head cooled from the raging headache he once again plunged it back into the fire, as if a blacksmith unhappy with the temper of his blade before reheating and hammering upon it again to drive out any impurities. The days and nights blended together as days or weeks passed by. Soon he had to take longer breaks less he sacrificed his sanity as well in the process. He had went out to hunt 2 or three times before he finally decided to stop as he has filled every single wall of his cave in the ecliptic writings that would be considered a divine treasure on this realm. As he looked around at the writings a small smile landed upon his lips, "I suppose I'll need to destroy this place before I leave the realm if it fell into the hands of an evildoer this entire plane will be nothing but fire and brimstone within 1000 years." He sighed at the fact that all this trouble would need to be destroyed but he put the thought off as he took a massive swig from his water jug. A fire burned in his eyes as he finally stopped to analyze his findings to prove together how he was going to proceed with his plans. "So the most important aspect is the structure of the merderains and how the paths connect with one another. It's a branching nexis with millions of points to connect and manipulate, normally these things were determined by a body's potential and it's liniage though this is an exception. With a need to carve them out from scratch I have the ability to design them so should I try and make them power focused, multiply the routes to increase intensity or something more..." His voice trailed off as he began to focus in on a certain depiction of a formation carved into the wall. A wide smile reached from ear to ear in a slightly menicing and delighted tone, "Its perfect___" his soft whisper stopped abruptly as a realization had dawned upon him.