As soon as he opened his mouth, the old knight's words shocked the boy.
Hilliard stared deeply at Ian who was condensing the 'Origin Seed', and said calmly: "It is fake, illusory, something that only exists in our imagination."
Fake?!
"But, teacher, haven't you emphasized so many times that the foundation of sublimation is the source seed...Isn't it that I am condensing now?"
Feeling confused, Ian immediately asked, with a puzzled look on his face: "How do you explain this?"
"Ian, look at my face."
In response to the boy's doubts, the old man just raised his hand and pointed at his face.
After Ian's gaze focused on him, the muscles and skin on his face squirmed and soon turned into the appearance of 'Osenna' again.
"This is true, and it is also false. My skin, muscles and blood can make up ten thousand different looks. If other people think this is reality, then they will never be able to find out the real me."
The old knight said lightly, then raised his hand and pointed at the tide outside the window: "Did you see those waves and the moonlight?"
Ian raised his head, seeing the dark blue waves rolling under the silver moonlight in the middle of the night, and he already understood: "I saw it."
Hilliard smiled: "Those are true, and they are all false."
"If you live by the sea, you naturally understand that the color of seawater depends on the sunlight, the sand suspended in it, and the amount of seaweed. Simply taking out seawater or distilling pure water will have no color, so that is more
The underlying reality.”
"The sky reflects the color of the sea, and the light of the sun and the moon is composed of dozens or even more genealogy. The rainbow is the proof, but on the surface, it is just gold or red, silver or white.
It’s just light.”
Turning his head and looking at the sea, the old man sighed: "Another example is the whirlpool in the sea... Do whirlpools really exist in essence? It is just a form of sea water flow. It is moving sea water and opposing ocean currents.
, it just happens to be able to draw fish and sea ships into it, causing the ocean to churn endlessly.”
"Just like a homologous species, it is just the source of movement. Does it really need to be fixed at the heart, just like a whirlpool really needs to be in the middle of the sea?"
The answer is of course no.
Ian's eyes widened. He was stunned for a moment and then suddenly enlightened.
"I understand." He murmured, and then his tone became extremely joyful: "Yes, if I can freely control the source of matter, do I really need to fix the source of matter in my heart?"
"Although this is generally the most convenient, if the source material is moved directly to the intestines and stomach after eating, wouldn't the absorption efficiency of the source material be several times higher?"
"Yes, the source seed is not an organ that needs to exist all the time and can only be fixed in one place... It may be a little difficult to condense it for the first time, but as long as I practice in the future, I can easily condense it in one breath!
"
"More than that."
Even soon, Ian figured out the real secret that Hilliard wanted to tell him: "The most important thing is the dialectic between truth and falsehood!"
"The source seed is false, but it still exists. It is just a flowing source of essence, but it still has the same effect as a second heart..."
"Yes, kid. That's it."
Hilliard looked at Ian with joy, who obviously knew the key.
He spoke softly and elaborated on these mysteries that have been passed down orally between masters and disciples of sublimators since ancient times: "Whether it is psychic energy or sublimation, the first step in practice is to observe the world, summarize the laws, and seek the truth."
“But is the world we observe ‘real’?”
"No. What we can see with our eyes, like your and my appearance, the colors of the sea and the sky, the whirlpools in the sea and the light of the sun and the moon in the sky, are all superficial things."
"Without analyzing the underlying principles and just observing these appearances, it is impossible to make progress."
The old knight looked at Ian, smiling at this possibly the smartest student he had ever taught in his life.
He stated calmly: "Just like Ian, you dissected your uncle. If you don't dissect the truth, how can you get close to it?"
"We humans are not a species that can directly see the truth. What we see with our eyes is just like looking through a mirror, it is all illusion and hazy."
"so."
He said: "Let's just start with the 'false' 'imagination'."
"Imagine boldly, be careful with evidence."
"From falsehood to reality, starting from the imaginary source, and finally truly upgrading one's own life essence. This is the essence of the sublimator."
"Ian, you are still young, and I don't expect you to understand it now...but this is the true secret shared by all ascendants, regardless of bloodline or true form."
“Borrowing falsehood into reality, turning fiction into reality.”
To all this, Ian listened carefully.
He learned with respect and curiosity.
Learn everything he has never known before.
A single sentence is truly passed down, but thousands of books are falsely passed down. Although what Hilliard said was simple, it broke the boy's inherent impression of the road to sublimation.
That is not an ancient and decadent system that uses confusing riddles and all kinds of weird proper nouns to prevent others from understanding...
It is a way of admitting that one does not know the truth, so one pursues the truth and is promoted.
Cultivation in this world may not be as simple as I imagined.
He couldn't help but mutter to himself, and Ian's heart ignited even more blazing sparks: "The world of Terra has its own set of philosophy and logic to explain their world, the relationship between psychic energy, reality and self, and summarize
A very scientific system has been developed.”
"I understand...I still need to study hard."
Slowly closing his eyes, Ian thought seriously: "Turn falsehood into reality, turn fiction into reality..."
"There is no need to limit it to one place, my body is the ocean of source matter."
"And the source species are the ubiquitous whirlpools in the ocean."
At this moment, the light blue lines reflected on the boy's body began to gradually become blurred, and the circular geometric shapes intertwined around the heart melted like ice and snow.
But the light of the light blue source material did not dissipate. Gradually, they turned from clear and fixed etching patterns, quietly turned into water flow, turned into clouds, and turned into erratic and smooth lines.
Where is the ‘ring’?
The water mist is floating and the clouds are rolling.
‘Rings’ are everywhere.
Time is flowing.
Under Hilliard's gaze, as the rays of light emerging from Ian's body were absorbed into his body and returned to his blood circulation, everything gradually came to an end.
In the center of the chest, a light cyan light that only sublimated people can see flickers.
Success. The boy successfully condensed and replaced the virtual source seed created for him by Hilliard with his own source seed.
Raising his head, Ian looked at the old knight. When Hilliard raised his hand and wanted to applaud and praise, he smiled slightly.
The next moment, with a soft halo of light flashing, the source seed in Ian's body dispersed.
Completely dissipated without any residual structure remaining.
"oh!"
Hilliard's eyes widened. He was shocked at first, but then his expression became extremely surprised.
Because, a moment later, there was another halo of source material flowing, and Ian successfully condensed the source seed for the second time.
And this time, the speed, proficiency, and even the structure of the source species itself are completely new improvements compared to the first time!
"The source of essence needs to be condensed, and it also needs to be used."
Standing up, Ian not only did not feel any weakness at this moment due to using too much physical strength and source material, he even felt that his body was light and full of invisible power.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands. The white and slender hands of a child seemed to be breakable by a blow, but now they were able to hit hard punches that were difficult for adults.
"The same goes for source species."
He raised his head and looked at his teacher. Ian smiled and said: "The source seeds need to be condensed and also need to be dissipated."
With a thought, he caused the source seed in his body to dissipate for the second time, and then in five breaths, he condensed it in another place that was not in his heart.
condensed in the liver.
At this moment, Ian opened his precognitive vision.
He could no longer see his source seed, because after several consecutive dissipations and re-condensations, the golden source substance belonging to Hilliard had been completely digested by him. Not only did it not become a resistance to his condensation, it in turn provided him with inexhaustible replenishment.
Although he has less physical strength, he is still full of energy.
However, even so, the boy could still see that, as the source material that had been recondensed in the liver circulated, the fragments of source material flowing around him began to condense.
Finally, under the processing of the invisible Source Seed, it turned into wisps of light cyan, extremely condensed Source Seed chips.
That is... the source of golden mist lingering in the precognitive vision.
One of the highest levels of sefirot.
The cyan source material intertwined with the golden halo, and the cyan-gold radiance merged into the liver, making this ordinary organ begin to be dyed with a layer of light from the inside out.
Sublimation has already begun.
Ian raised his head and saw Hilliard's pleased eyes.
"congratulations."
The teacher smiled from the bottom of his heart, stroking his hands, his eyes full of joy and expectation: "It couldn't be better, Ian."
"From today on, you have officially embarked on the road to ascension."