High Above

  Chapter 29 Genius

   “I know it’s going to be hard.”

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

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

   "So just go with it."

  He didn't hesitate at all.

   "Very well, it seems that you know what you need."

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Hilliard stopped talking nonsense. He raised his hand again, raised his index finger, and said in a deep voice: "The practice of a sublimator begins with the 'source seed'. The source seed is life, and the power of life, It is the source of sublimation."

   "Next, seriously experience the power of the 'Virtual Source Seed'—you are too young to bear it a few times, cherish every opportunity!"

  After seeing his student signaling that he was ready, he pointed at Ian's heart.

  嗡—

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

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

  —boom, boom, boom—

Listening to the sound of rushing blood, Ian completely submerged his spirit, his will seemed to surge along with the beating of the heart, and flowed around the body along the direction of the blood vessels, passing through the chest, back, face, neck, limbs, and then reunited in the heart.

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

  The clothes that were originally thin were wet directly, as if they had just been fished out of the water!

"life…"

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

  He began to understand that the scorching hot wind that swept from Hilliard's fingertips like a stove, and his own heat flow that started from the heart and swept across the whole body were 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 of this... seems to come from the hot spot in my heart.

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

  —Although the young heart is immature, it is like a seed. It will grow and grow in the future, and become a tough giant tree, bringing the sound of the noisy Ye Haichao.

  Hilliard observed Ian's expression, and when he sensed that the boy had begun to try to control the rhythm of his heart beating and blood flowing, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

   "So...so fast?!"

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

  Even so, he is also a genius that has never been seen in the northwest of the empire. He only needs to experience the virtual source seed once, and he can gather the source seed by himself and start a formal practice.

  This disciple of mine...

"well!"

  After a brief moment of stupefaction, Hilliard smiled from the bottom of his heart. He stared at the boy in front of him who was completely immersed in the rhythm of life: "Amazing!"

  He was silent.

More than ten minutes later, when Ian finished sensing and raised his head to look at himself, the old knight said: "A sublimator, its true meaning is 'a person who sublimates his own life source', through the source seed in his body, Accumulate the power of source quality, enhance your own life essence, and then become a superman."

   "Gathering the source seed is the first step for all psychics and sublimators to improve their own life."

   "It's too dangerous to condense the source seed. If you try it rashly, you're just asking for your own death, causing your heart to stop, and your internal organs to fail. That's why some pioneers have found a way to lead the latecomers to try to realize it with the virtual source seed."

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

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

"If it doesn't work this month, then I will give you the virtual source seed for the second time... and you are too young, you can only accept the gift of the virtual source seed three times at most, if you are still not sure after three times, then the body will give you the virtual source seed again after puberty. Before you develop, you can no longer practice as a sublimator."

   After saying these words seriously, Hilliard laughed. He stretched out his hand and patted the boy's back softly: "Don't worry, Ian. Trust me."

   "You are an absolute genius at this!"

  His tone was firm.

  After encouraging Ian, Hilliard changed into Orison's appearance, staggered and turned one leg, and went outside the house covered in bandages, planning to go outside to check the situation and get some food along the way.

According to his words, what Ian needs most at this moment is sufficient food to supplement nutrients. Although the boy has no sequelae of illness, he is indeed hungry after all these years under his uncle's hands. If he does not supplement enough nutrients, his future sublimation will be affected. The road has had a considerable impact.

   Among other things, if you are hungry, you can't even feel the jump of the virtual source seed clearly.

And every time you experience the pulse of life, your blood will surge and you will consume a lot of physical strength. If you let Ian say it, it will consume a lot of blood sugar. Stimulating the activation of the whole body in this way can effectively cure most diseases of affluence and strengthen the body. fitness.

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

  Meanwhile, Ian sat up on the bed with his eyes closed.

  He was still feeling the aftertaste of life flowing in his body.

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

   That is the 'Virtual Source Seed'.

   "It feels like..."

   Seriously sensing the feedback given to him by the virtual source seed, Ian's expression was not as exciting as the first time he came into contact with sublimation practice, but a little weird: "Why does it feel like a 'second heart'?"

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

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

  He felt very familiar with it from just now, and now it has been thoroughly confirmed: "And in Terra Continent, a 'Heart of Source Quality' is condensed from the 'Source Quality of Life'!"

"The difficulty of condensing the source seed may be because it is difficult for the people of Terra to control a brand new organ that has never existed before? It's like ordinary people can't imagine the feeling of having three hands, let alone how to control the third hand, so the virtual source seed is needed As a buffer, let people gradually get used to the feeling of having this brand new organ?"

Unlike people on Earth who began to transform from embryos or even fertilized eggs, those who sublimated Terra are all acquired achievements in practice, and naturally cannot adapt to this sense of abnormality... and their practice is no less difficult and dangerous than making a heart for themselves Operation.

   No wonder there is no virtual source to adapt in advance, and if there is guidance and help from the predecessors, the road to sublimation is almost dead.

   "If so."

   Knowing that, Ian opened his eyes and couldn't help smiling: "Then, I am indeed a 'genius'!"

at the same time.

   South China Sea coast, Bison redwood forest.

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

  (end of this chapter)