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Chapter 174 - 174 163 The Meaning of Inheritance 13

174: Chapter 163 The Meaning of Inheritance (1/3) 174: Chapter 163 The Meaning of Inheritance (1/3) Fifth Energy Level Sublimators possess fifteen high-grade Sublimation Organs.

Of course, some inheritances begin with only two at the First Energy Level, while others begin with four.

Each has its period of dominance, and the timing of the integration and promotion of the core Sublimation Organs also differs.

However, upon reaching the final realm, there are always fifteen.

This is not the limit—occasionally there are cultivators with extraordinary talent who are able to develop additional organs beyond these fifteen…

such as my own teacher.

Ian learned from Hiliard’s reminiscences that he had sublimated nineteen Sublimation Organs in his heyday, equaling the limit record of Terra Continent.

Although there were predecessors, indeed, there have been no successors to this day.

And it was precisely at his theoretical limit that Hiliard, during his peak period, keenly sensed something.

—Beyond the end of the path, there still lies a path.

Nineteen Sublimation Organs are not the limit; the true limit of the Fifth Energy Level lies even beyond!

That being said, before he could formally attempt to scale the higher mountain, the Dark Moon turmoil descended.

In fact, even those mighty beings who had attempted to forge a new path and developed their inheritances to a state unseen by predecessors and unsurpassed by successors, found it difficult to distill a viable plan for inheritance.

Because they succeeded through serendipity, good fortune, coincidence, or simply because they truly were geniuses of unique talent, using their inherent gifts to transverse the divide.

On Earth, that’s really like asking a genius ‘why’, and after much hemming and hawing, getting the response ‘Isn’t it obvious?’.

Such things can’t be passed down.

Therefore, even if they leave what seems to be a detailed cultivation method, for their descendants it’s essentially like ‘knowing the strategy but the hands can’t keep up with the brain, and the brain can’t keep up with the plan’.

It’s like having a recipe doesn’t guarantee you can cook.

Besides, Ian also roughly understands why the number is fifteen.

The limit of Sublimation Organs for The Unyielding Fortress is distributed as ‘3’ ‘3’ ‘3’ ‘3’ ‘3’, with each Energy Level developing three new Sublimation Organs.

Each level also elevates several Sublimation Organs to become high-grade, until perfection is achieved at the Fifth Energy Level.

‘3’ is a stable number.

A system composed of three Sublimation Organs represents a perfectly stable midpoint for the Origin Essence to circulate without being overly complex.

The Unyielding Fortress is such a stable inheritance.

But being too stable leads to a loss of the momentum to advance.

“An Origin Essence Cycle formed by three Sublimation Organs is indeed stable and firm.

Compared to a layout where two Sublimation Organs can only form one Origin Essence Circuit, by adding just one point, you can create three circuits.

With the effort of one, you receive double the benefits—which is the significance of a high-grade inheritance.”

“But what if you add a fourth point?”

“Transforming the triangle-like Origin Essence Circuit into a ‘regular tetrahedron…

from a plane to a solid form, increasing three circuits to six, while still maintaining stability, making it utterly indestructible!”

The path above the Fifth Energy Level, the path towards the ‘Domain of Extremes’, requires reaching the peak in five aspects: body, skills, soul, Origin Essence, and willpower, before one can possibly glimpse it.

In his early years, Hiliard started from scratch, sublimating his ‘body’, ‘skills’, ‘soul’, and ‘Origin Essence’ to the ultimate peak, developing fifteen Sublimation Organs and four Spirit State Organs.

If, with the invincible might of the Setar Empire at its golden age, at the moment his dreams and desires were fulfilled, he had condensed a fifth Spirit State Organ, achieving all five peaks,

then Hiliard believed he would undoubtedly enter the ‘Domain of Extremes’, accomplish the ‘Sixth Energy Level’, and step into the realm of earthly deities enlightened with ‘True Knowledge’!

This was the ‘possibility’ Hiliard had once discussed with Ian.

Transforming the distribution of ‘3’ ‘3’ ‘3’ ‘3’ ‘3’ into ‘4’ ‘4’ ‘4’ ‘4’ ‘4’!

Turning all triangles into regular tetrahedra!

Developing a total of twenty Sublimation Organs, and at the end consolidating the twenty-first Sublimation Structure ‘Domain of Extremes’…

Such an inheritance might just surpass the Fifth Energy Level!

Unfortunately, Hiliard himself did not succeed.

The Empire fell into decline once again after its revitalization, and due to the Ice Prison Calamity Ash, he fell from his realm, able only to suppress the incorporeal scourge of obliteration with a Silver Chip activated by Spirit Energy from Emperor Inaga, preserving his final ‘Immortal Heart Core’.

But it doesn’t matter.

Ian is still here.

The path his teacher had walked, he would follow.

The teacher’s uncompleted inheritance, he would complete.

The landscapes and paths the teacher had never seen, he would appreciate and pursue.

This is the meaning of inheritance.

“The Sand Armor Apprentice’s fourth Sublimation Organ, I still have no clue at the moment, but judging from the teacher’s records, it should be a ‘Strengthening Organ’ that enhances the ‘body’… I can strive towards this direction in the future.”

Originally, Ian wanted to live a stable life, to develop slowly, although this was quite unpleasant for a boy who wished to witness the various landscapes of the Terra Continent, but he was also very clear that adventuring alone without a base and logistics organization would not bring a pleasant experience, and could even be said to be torturous.

As for how he knew this?

Nonsense, which space engineer wouldn’t be afraid of realizing they hadn’t brought enough spare parts when already on a mission in orbit?

The plans of Viscount Grant would allow Ian not only to ride on Master Gossay’s channels but also to strengthen the White Folks, further removing Ian’s worries for the future, so he naturally placed great emphasis on it.

However, the Sand Armor Apprentice’s fourth Sublimation Organ was of the utmost importance, even if Ian had Foresight View, which could predict the likelihood of successful completion…

But to brute-force through predictions would take more time than it would to conduct proper experiments.

For example… experimenting with the ‘Wave Singers’ Legacy’!

“The Wavechant Legacy has only two Sublimation Organs, and the Fairy Bloodline of the First Energy Level requires three, which is why transforming from a Wave Singer to a Fairy Bloodline carries the risk of deformities, as it is equivalent to rapidly generating a completely new organ in a short amount of time.

The difficulty is immense, not to mention the heavy burden on both mind and body.”

“But I can attempt to optimize the Wavechant Legacy with the Fairy Bloodline as the target beforehand, to cultivate the ‘third Sublimation Organ that shouldn’t exist’—just like what I will do in the future, to cultivate the Sand Armor Apprentice’s ‘fourth Sublimation Organ that shouldn’t exist’!”

To practice, it was natural to start with the easy part, especially since Ian’s Wavechant Legacy was still on the Silver Chip.

Even if there were a real accident, at worst he would pay a price to cut it off, avoiding any bodily distortions—it was the safest proof of concept… a perfect experimental vessel.

Having made his decision, Ian planned to sort out his ‘Wavechant Legacy Plus Version’ first, before the Ellen Family set out to the sea to ‘resolve’ internal issues.

This was perfect, as most of the upcoming battles and exploration would be at sea, and without revealing his status as a Sand Armor Apprentice, Ian urgently needed to enhance his underwater combat capabilities.

“When Elder Prude returns, I’ll ask him for some materials to attempt,” he thought.

Thinking this, Ian, who had arrived at his doorstep, opened the front door.

Then he paused slightly in surprise.

“Elan?”

The young White Folks boy was sprawled on the table, with scattered wooden planks and charcoal pencils tidied up halfway.

His originally delicate little face was flushed red, with visible steam accumulating, expressing a somewhat painful look.

At the same time.

In the viscount’s drawing room.

“Why on earth did you keep me behind, Ailes?”

Elder Prude knew when Viscount Grant invited him to sit down and brought out his treasured brew, the official matters had ended, and what followed was a private social occasion.

He sat on the sofa beside him, unceremoniously poured himself a glass of the richly fragrant Bee Fungus Brew, and directly addressed the viscount’s name: “Good stuff.

This bottle must cost at least one hundred and twenty Lante, right?”

The golden liquor, resembling liquid gold, was made from a Sublimation Fungus that resided within beehives.

This fungus, known as Bee Fungus, would inhabit the bodies of bees, manipulating them to construct larger hives and gather more honey to nourish it.

The Bee Fungus itself was highly nutritious, and the brew was very nourishing to the body, reputedly enhancing regenerative abilities and resistance to mental control, making it half an Alchemical Potion.

It was also extremely precious, so a high-quality bottle could sell for an exorbitant price.

“Three hundred.

This is a delicacy, made from a big beehive in the natives’ Misty Forest Sacred Ground.

If sold in the Imperial Capital, it would start at five hundred Lante.”

Viscount Grant lazily sipped a mouthful, while Elder Prude was startled by the price, then took a big gulp with his eyes closed, and after pondering for a long time, opened his eyes and praised: “Indeed, the taste is rich and mellow, the sweet aftertaste seems endless…

a profit indeed.”

After savoring the drink, he looked curiously at the viscount: “What kind of good news could make you celebrate like this?”

Viscount Grant slowly moved the bottle towards himself to make sure his good wine wouldn’t be wasted, then shook his head and said nonchalantly, “Actually, it’s quite simple… Prude.”

“I have a child.”