Above The Sky
Chapter 367 - 367 339 Soul and Primordial Seed 33

367: Chapter 339: Soul and Primordial Seed (3/3) 367: Chapter 339: Soul and Primordial Seed (3/3) Lamar indeed knew, and Elan nodded vigorously.

“Then I recommend this Stormthorn.

Although it looks like an ordinary thorn bush when not in bloom, once the flowers open, it surges like the waves in a storm, and it can survive as long as there’s water.”

At first, Lamar thought Ian, being a Viscount, had something urgent and had sent someone to call for him, but upon seeing Elan, he realized that the workaholic Ian he knew in his eyes actually had a normal life, one which involved spending time with his younger brother.

He walked into the shop while Ian remembered the dream from last night.

In the dream about the Worm Nest, although those six years had been skipped over, Ian had a vague memory of Lamar taking good care of Elan.

And it was rare, not because of him, but solely because of Elan.

Was it because Lamar himself was an orphaned refugee from the Crimson People and felt compassion for Elan?

Or was it that Elan’s taste in flowers and plants aligned with his own?

In any case, the other party certainly wasn’t a bad person.

Lamar’s True Form Heritage, ‘Wolf Hunter’, actually had quite a bit of potential.

Above that were ‘Lion Hunter’ and ‘Dragon Hunter’—which already possessed the potential of the Third Energy Level, enough to travel across the entire continent.

The Viscount made pretty good choices for the True Forms of his subordinates.

He took this matter to heart as if he were cultivating Harrison Port like his own hometown.

“After all, this place has become synonymous with the Viscount’s hometown.”

Lamar brought out a very long flower pot, which held a blooming Stormthorn.

Just as he described, the flowers of the Stormthorn were as tumultuous as the stormy waves and wind, clusters of white petals bunched together, emitting a delicate and elegant fragrance, somewhat reminiscent of laurel but with a refreshing scent like that after heavy rain, unique to coastal cities.

The ancients used it to predict storms.

“Another storm coming?”

Lamar was also surprised—he hadn’t expected the flowers to bloom so prolifically.

Elan, of course, was delighted, the little boy’s eyes wide open as he intently gazed at the cluster of white blooms—then, he immediately turned around, grasping Ian’s hand tightly.

And before Elan could say “I want to buy it,” Ian preempted him, saying, “I’ll pay.”

“You can actually take a look at more.”

Lamar said with a smile, but noticing Elan’s excited and joyful expression, he placed the Stormthorn back where it was: “It blooming so vigorously indicates that a storm is imminent.”

“And this time, it’s not an anomaly brought by the Labyrinth but a harbinger of the rainy season.”

Regrettably, Ian, despite being a Prophet, couldn’t easily do the ‘weather prediction’ that other Prophets could—unless he kept an extremely water-averse desert weasel and determined the future rainfall based on whether the creature was dead or alive.

After purchasing the flowers, Ian left the flower shop with Elan, who was hopping and skipping in obvious delight.

Lamar waved at them with a smile, then returned to his pruning of the flowers.

Harrison Port wasn’t a particularly large city, and its main inhabitants were comprised of a few major Bloodlines, such as the White Folks and the Crimson People that represented the major bloodlines of the exiles and refugees from other countries.

Closely united around Viscount Grant were the knights and Immigrant Group members brought over by Old Viscount Harrison.

However, dozens of years have passed, and this city has become the homeland of the new generation.

Even the Viscount himself now has progeny, and he will take root in this land.

Everyone lives in this city.

Ian even suspected that the reason the Viscount could surpass the threshold between the Second and Third Energy Levels and successfully foster a Heart Light Body after taking the Magic Potion…

might be related to the birth of his child.

After all, if advancing from the First Energy Level to the Second requires some hard conditions of the body and Origin Quality,

Then from the Second Energy Level to the Third involves the realm of the body and soul ‘harmony of spirit and flesh, Soul and Body Unity’.

The next day, just as Lamar said,

The rain indeed came.

The year of 773 in the Era of Tara, April 27, noon.

Master Gossay and Yisen Gard were ready to set off back to the Imperial Capital.

A lightning bolt streaked across the sky shrouded in dark clouds, illuminating the entire city in a flash of white, then converging onto the lightning rod atop the Alchemy Workshop.

In the pouring rain, Ian was saying farewell to the elder and young man who were preparing to depart in the carriage.

They had just finished the farewell luncheon hosted by the Viscount, who had also just left, and now it was Ian whom Master Gossay had called over for a final piece of advice before departing.

“It should arrive in a few days, the latest model of small laboratory equipment from the Imperial Capital, as well as the Fae materials Yisen mentioned wanting to give you.

At the latest, professionals from the Platinum Iridium Workshop will deliver them to your studio within three days.”

Above the sky, black torrents of cloud rolled and churned.

The sporadic noises from the living area behind were quickly drowned out by the clamor of the rain, yet the old man’s voice remained crystal clear, “And all the materials we left at the Platinum Iridium Workshop belong to you—they should have been delivered to your shop by now.

Make sure to check.”

Noticing Ian’s expression, Master Gossay shook his head, “Don’t be polite.

You’ve earned it.

And to tell you the truth, in comparison to your contributions, those Magical Beast materials are not nearly enough.”

“I haven’t had the time to speak with you these past few days, but remember, Ian, both I and Yisen Gard are very grateful for your help.”

“I believe in your talent and ability more than anyone, but I still have to tell you that you are a good kid…

You already have many things to take care of, so you don’t need to worry too much about our affairs.”

Master Gossay’s words contained a deeper meaning.

He was aware that Ian was a Disciple of Xiliad, thus warning him not to delve too deeply into matters concerning Protector Axel—behind Yisen Gard.

He also knew that Ian had been recommended by Viscount Grant to become an Inspector Knight, which caused him concern.

“I can make my own choices, thank you, Master.”

Ian nodded slightly.

He understood the elder’s kind intentions, but for him, ordinary choices were not enough to break the deadlock.

Only more dangerous, more rewarding options were meaningful.

“…I think I understand.”

Master Gossay paused, tapping his cane.

He understood Ian’s thinking to some extent but still felt the young man was a bit overconfident.

Nonetheless, he knew that this kind of confidence was difficult to advise against, so all he could do was sigh, “So, do you have any questions for me?

Take advantage of this last opportunity, and I’ll answer your questions as thoroughly as possible.”

“Yes.”

Without hesitation, Ian asked, “I want to know the relationship between Self Source Essence, Primordial Seed, and Natural Spiritual Energy.”

“Or to put it plainly, what are the key points about using ‘Natural Spiritual Energy’ within the Second Energy Level?”

“Good question!”

Master Gossay nodded vigorously.

He glanced at Yisen Gard, who seemed thoughtful but still somewhat confused, and couldn’t help but pat his head, “It seems you’re on the brink of understanding…

Of course, you must also know, but you want to be informed about the latest research, right?”

Ian nodded silently.

Xiliad had indeed mentioned some precautions to him in the past, but also told him that Sublimation Skills were rapidly evolving.

Despite standing at the summit, he could no longer keep up with the low-level techniques.

After all, he was already at the Fifth Energy Level, and these trivial matters were no longer relevant to him.

“To progress from an ordinary person to the First Energy Level, one needs the Primordial Seed.

It draws Essence from food to convert into Self Source Essence, which is then transformed into Sublimation Organs, embedding various extraordinary powers within one’s body.”

After pondering for a moment, Master Gossay lifted his hand, and an invisible wind formed a vortex in mid-air, bringing the surrounding rain into it, “The vortex is the Primordial Seed, and the rainwater is the Essence you absorb.

The focal point of the First Energy Level’s entire cultivation phase is to coalesce this rainwater into ice.”

“Ordinary people pair with food, use Magical Beast materials, and inscribe Origin Structures onto the ice, mimicking Inscriptions and Natural Energy Fields to endow their own Essence with attributes and functionalities—the so-called ‘Essence Organ’ is an organ that uses Essence to simulate Natural Spiritual Energy Field, granting your Essence properties.

Meanwhile, the ‘Strengthening Organ’ uses Essence to imitate Inscriptions, acquiring various miraculous functional powers.”

“The firmer the ice, the more difficult it is to inscribe Inscriptions and Structures but the more stable they become.”

Ian nodded slightly, all of this was exactly what Xiliad had explained to him.

This was why the First Energy Level required a solid foundation—if the foundation was not stable, subsequent surges of Essence would melt the ‘ice,’ failing to support higher-grade structures.

Therefore, at every Power Level, cultivators strive to optimize the structure of their Primordial Seed, time after time strengthening the Essence that serves as the base, the ‘ice.’

Until finally, at the Fifth Energy Level, ice solidifies to steel, becoming an almost eternally enduring existence, such that even if the spirit dissipates, the body can still persist indefinitely.

“Solidifying water into firmer ice, shaping one’s own body, then carving the ice with Inscriptions to resonate with the Natural Spiritual Energy Field—that is the most important aspect of the ‘Enlightenment’ at the First Energy Level.”

“Because the First Energy Level is merely an imitation of Magical Beasts and nature, it is crucial to ensure the stability of the internal structure.

If too much Essence is used, it could harm the foundation, causing your Sublimation Organ to degrade and forcing you to begin the laborious process of rebuilding.”

Master Gossay concluded, closing his eyes and then reopening them, “The Second Energy Level, Radiance, involves the soul and is the process of transforming ‘imitation’ and ‘virtual’ into ‘reality.’

“Ian.”

The elder gazed at the young man, “What do you think is the soul?”

“An organ that assists us in thinking,” Ian replied thoughtfully, recalling what Xiliad had once told him about the dialectics of falsity and reality, sparking an idea in his mind.

He looked up, seemingly enlightened, “It doesn’t exist.

It’s false, an illusion—yet it can have real effects!”

“Just like the Primordial Seed…”

“The soul is the Primordial Seed of Spirit Energy?!”