Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 862 - 662: Fifth Tier and Saint Heir Advent_2

Chapter 862: Chapter 662: Fifth Tier and Saint Heir Advent_2

At this moment, in the castle not far away, Henrik and the others had just recovered from Hillrenes’ transformation.

Even though it was battered and bruised, looking utterly disheveled, there was no doubt about it—this was a real dragon.

"I thought it was some special ritual of the Dragonkin, stripping down before the fight starts," Henrik sneered.

A deep disappointment flickered in his gaze.

"What a pity, all that light covered everything—nothing to see," he muttered under his breath.

Amanda, however, wore a solemn expression. At the time of her own ascension, there had also been traces of dragons appearing in her memories.

But upon careful reflection, none of the dragons in her recollections could compare to the one before her now.

No matter how battered this one appeared.

Roger adopted an act of attentive listening, clearly unimpressed by the information Hillrenes had provided thus far.

"The world we are in has its own operating rules, which restrict us from doing anything beyond the confines of these principles," she explained.

"For instance, living long enough."

"However, in other places, certain forms of life can withstand the tests of time. Our task is to extract key rules from them for our own use."

"Although there are countless paths to choose from, when transcending into the Fifth Tier, almost all Transcendents opt for one singular goal."

"Life."

"To surpass the original limits of existence."

"Only an extended life can give us the time and opportunity in future ages to seek change, then eventually achieve fusion."

"Like what you did in the Everworld?" Roger interjected.

Hillrenes shook her head.

"No, that world is too small for me, like a mere pond. Its inherent energy attributes conflict completely with my own power."

"Even though I’ve made significant changes and sacrifices, the energy I was able to absorb was extremely limited. Despite the passage of so much time, I’ve only managed to recover a fragment of myself."

Hillrenes did not delve into her origins, and Roger did not ask.

This woman had endured countless ages, harboring many secrets she could never reveal to Roger.

Roger remained silent, though his mind churned with thoughts.

Sword Master Cold Crow was not her first; Hillrenes had cultivated many others prior to him, striving for two goals: to recover her power and to find new opportunities to heal her wounds.

It was evident that Everworld wasn’t her best option—merely a reluctant one.

"There’s one particularly unique place in the Everworld, where the energy is in chaos..."

"The Land of Eternal Darkness," Hillrenes interrupted Roger.

"That’s the shadowy side of Everworld, filled with fragmented shards of worlds. No, it can’t even be called world fragments anymore—the things there are too distorted, too miniscule."

"Just a heap of trash."

"Like a person’s innermost darkness—utterly meaningless to me."

Hillrenes explained.

A subtle change crossed Roger’s expression. Regarding that place, the Mountain Woman had shared her own insights before. However, it now seemed that compared to Hillrenes, the Mountain Woman had likely been another failure.

Still, he remained puzzled.

The alterations seen after ascending into the Fifth Tier appeared vastly distinct from any other Transcendent Realm.

"To us, the world before our eyes is just a prison. We are born within it; our power can shift, and our lifespan can be extended, but our soul attributes will forever belong here."

"This is a matter of paramount importance for Transcendent lives. Remember it well."

Hillrenes’ gaze was piercing.

"Remember where you come from, because this will forever shape the path you must walk in the future."

"To step out is something every Transcendent approaching the Fifth Tier must do."

"But how you step out and where you step to is of critical importance."

Something stirred in Roger’s heart.

"Do we need to leave this world?"

"What else?" Hillrenes countered.

"How do we do it?" Roger pressed.

Hillrenes smiled but remained silent.

After only a few breaths, she spoke again.

"It’s not time yet. Your power accumulation is still insufficient. When you’ve pushed yourself to the limit, you’ll naturally feel the world’s rejection. At that point, it only takes a minor technique."

"Then we can pass through intersecting fissures and enter another world."

"Including our physical bodies and consciousness?" Roger asked.

In that moment, his mind raced with thoughts, especially recalling the so-called Saint Heir he’d heard of when first arriving in this world, as well as encountering Foreign Spirit Assembly members later in Europe.

"That depends on your choice," Hillrenes replied to Roger’s query.

"Our power is stored within our bodies, yet it remains inseparable from the influence of world rules. Even between the Orient and the Occident, the differences in Transcendent power are immense."

"You must understand that, whether East or West, the contrast lies within the manifestation of the Transcendent System. Yet in the real world, both share the same physical and actual rules."

"From this deduction, if we enter another world—even if its physical and reality rules are similar—the differences in the manifestation of its Transcendent System will far surpass that between East and West."

"This signifies that, in another world, our powers will suffer significant setbacks!"

Hillrenes’ face turned grim, seeming as though she had once suffered greatly with this particular issue.

"It’s not something that simple adaptation can resolve—the complexities involved are beyond explanation without firsthand experience."

"What’s even more terrifying is that upon entering another world, the rules governing life calculation can vastly differ."

"Experiencing 10 years in another world might equate to living 100 years in our world, or even longer."

"You see..."

Hillrenes chuckled softly.

"As I’ve said, no one ever complains about having too much life."

"Because no matter how long life is, it’s never enough."

"Entering Another World with both body and consciousness introduces countless unforeseen risks, yet the benefits are equally apparent."

"After prolonged adaptation and fusion, upon returning from that world, some of its rules can be directly inherited."

"At that point, it allows for explosive growth of power in a short time."

"Once reaching the Fifth Tier, we are no longer competing with the power we’ve accumulated within this world’s rule system."

Hillrenes tightened her slender hand.

"The more you possess, the stronger you become!"

"Of course, this is only one approach—high risk, high reward. I know of far too many Transcendents who perished on the journey between worlds."

"No matter how powerful someone may be, even a slight miscalculation can prove fatal."

"However, there is another safer method."

"And that is division."

"Divide a portion of consciousness and some power, then send it through a fissure into another world."

"Saint Heir Advent!"

Roger couldn’t help but exclaim.

"The name doesn’t matter; what’s crucial is the execution process."

Hillrenes paid no heed to Roger’s mention of the Saint Heir Advent.

"To avoid substantial burden on the main body, the piece we separate and send out is stripped of all inherent characteristics of the original self."

"In other words, it’s more like an unremembering version of oneself. This fragment of consciousness arrives in another world, where its first task is to find a suitable body."

"If everything proceeds smoothly, it will grow and develop through that body. If lucky, it might reach an extraordinary level someday."

"When everything matures, we can descend personally into another world, locate the separated fragment of consciousness, and complete the fusion."

"This allows us to bypass the lengthy rule adaptation period."

"And directly gain immense power."

"In fact, this method is currently the one chosen by the vast majority of High-Tier Transcendents."

"Though slow, it’s far safer."

At this, Roger couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

Sparse words carried dense information, leading to endless questions.

Roger thought of the intricate behaviors of Foreign Spirit Assembly members, and now, he realized Kaer Morhen harbored a former member.

Claudia.

"The main body and the separated fragment..." Roger paused.

"Is this devouring and fusion irreversible?"

Hillrenes showed neat rows of teeth and countered with her own question: "What do you think?"

In that instant, Roger thought of Sword Master Cold Crow.

Such tragedy.