Above The Sky

"I know it's going to be a tough road."

At this moment, it seems to be confirming Hilliard's idea.

In the face of the teacher's advice, Ian also answered clearly: "But I need it."

"So just leave it."

He didn't hesitate at all.

"Very well, it looks like you know what you need."

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Hilliard stopped talking nonsense. He raised his hand again, raised his index finger, and said solemnly: "The cultivation of the sublime begins with the 'source seed'. The source seed is life, and the power of life, It is the source of sublimation."

"Next, seriously appreciate the power of the 'Virtual Source Seed' - you are too young, your body can't take it a few times, and every opportunity is rare!"

After seeing his student signal that he was ready, he pointed to Ian's heart.

hum-

This time, the old knight's fingertips still had a strange scorching heat, and the golden light spots in the vision were far more condensed than before.

At the moment of contact, Ian felt that his blood seemed to be heated, rushing in his body, and even a clear heartbeat could be heard in his ears.

- thump, thump, thump-

Listening to the sound of the rushing blood, Ian immersed himself in his spirit completely, his will seemed to be pulsating with the pulsation of the heart, and circled around the body in the direction of the blood vessels, passing through the chest, back, face, neck, limbs, and then reconvened in the body. Heart.

But just for such a cycle, the boy's body trembled slightly, and he was even a little unsteady, and he was sweating finely all over his body.

The clothes that were originally thin were immediately wet, as if they were just taken out of the water!

"life……"

Ian didn't realize it, he felt all the pulses clearly.

He began to understand that the scalding hot air that swept through Hilliard's fingertips, like a furnace, and his own heat flow that started from his heart and swept his body, was the 'power of life'.

The flow of blood, the stretching of muscles, the rhythm of breathing, the peristalsis of internal organs... everything is the force of life.

And the source of all this... seems to originate from that scorching spot in his heart.

Immediately, a trace of power was generated from the heart, and the traces lingered and spread to the whole body, continuously following the blood circulation.

—— Although the young heart is immature, it is like a seed, and it will inevitably grow and grow in the future, becoming a tough giant tree, bringing up the roar of the sea of ​​leaves.

Hilliard watched Ian's expression, and he was slightly taken aback when he realized that the boy had begun to try to grasp the rhythm of his heartbeat and blood flow.

"Actually... so fast?!"

——Under the guidance of the teacher, it seems that it took me more than half a month to grasp the rhythm of 'vitality' and resonate with the virtual source seed?

Even so, he is a genius never seen before in the northwest of the empire. He only needs to experience the virtual source seed once to condense the source seed and start formal cultivation.

my own disciple...

"well!"

After being stunned for a while, Hilliard revealed a heartfelt smile, staring at the boy who was completely immersed in the rhythm of life in front of him: "Great!"

He was silent.

Ten minutes later, when Ian finished the induction and took the initiative to raise his head to look at himself, the old knight said: "The sublime, its true meaning is the 'one who sublimates the source of self-life', through the source in the body, accumulates The power of source quality, enhance the essence of life, and then become superman."

"And condensing the source seed is the first step for all psionicists and ascenders to elevate their life rank."

"It's too dangerous to condense the source seed, so rashly trying it is just seeking a dead end, causing my heart to stop and my internal organs to collapse to death - so there are pioneers who find a way to lead the late Jin people to try to understand with the virtual source seed."

His voice was neither light nor heavy, clear and powerful, so that the boy could hear every word clearly: "Ian, the virtual source seed will last for about a month, during this time, you need to slowly appreciate its rhythm and details. ."

"Then, try to condense the source seed by yourself."

"If it doesn't work this month, then I will give you the virtual seed for the second time... and you are too young, you can only endure the gift of the virtual seed three times at most. You can no longer practice Ascender until you develop again."

After saying these words seriously, Hilliard laughed. He reached out and slapped the boy's junior softly: "Don't worry, Ian. Trust me."

"You are definitely a genius at this!"

His tone was firm.

After Hilliard encouraged Ian, he changed into Orison's appearance, staggered on one leg, and went outside the house covered in bandages, ready to go outside to investigate the situation and come back with something to eat.

According to his words, what Ian needs most at the moment is sufficient food to supplement nutrients. Although the boy has no sequelae of disease, he is indeed hungry after working under his uncle for so many years. Road has a small impact.

If nothing else, if you are hungry, you can't even understand the pulsation of the virtual source species.

And every time I experience the pulse of life, the blood will rush and the physical strength will be greatly consumed. If Ian is concerned, it will consume a lot of blood sugar. In this way, the whole body is stimulated to activate, which can effectively cure most diseases of wealth and strengthen the body. fitness.

The premise is that there is a lot of blood sugar, otherwise, you will only train yourself to death.

Meanwhile, Ian was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed.

He was still feeling the afterglow of the flow of life within him.

At his heart, there seems to be a brand new organ. It seems to exist, but it is illusory. It vibrates slightly with the beating of the heart, releasing a trickle.

That is the 'virtual source seed'.

"This feeling..."

Seriously sensing the feedback given by the virtual source seed, Ian's expression, but not the excitement of the first contact with sublimation practice, but a little strange: "Why does it feel like a 'second heart'?"

The boy murmured, "No, this is the second heart!"

"If we say, the genetic modification of the earth is the second heart of the entity."

He felt very familiar from the beginning, and now he has completely confirmed: "In Terra Continent, a 'source of life' is condensed with the 'source of life'!"

"The difficulty of condensing Origin Seeds may be because the Terrans have difficulty controlling a brand new organ that they have never had before? It's like ordinary people can't imagine the feeling of having three hands, let alone how to control the third hand, so virtual Origin Seeds are needed. As a buffer, let people gradually get used to the feeling of having this brand new organ?"

Unlike the earthlings who start to transform from embryos or even fertilized eggs, Terra sublimators are all acquired cultivation achievements, and naturally cannot adapt to this abnormal feeling... and their cultivation is as difficult and dangerous as doing it for themselves once. heart surgery.

It is no wonder that if there is no virtual source species to adapt in advance, and with the guidance and help of predecessors, the road of sublimation is almost dead.

"If so."

Knowing this in his heart, he opened his eyes and Ian couldn't help but smile: "Then, I am indeed a 'genius'!"

at the same time.

On the coast of the South China Sea, Baissen redwood forest.

In the weird and chilling atmosphere, a dozen pairs of eyes were staring coldly at Port Harrison on the other side of the river.