48: Chapter 46: Blood Red 48: Chapter 46: Blood Red “Beginning the condensation of the Sublimation Organ is indeed the first step for a Sublimation Apprentice to truly embark on the path of the Bloodline True Form.”
Ian shook his head slightly, “That’s still a long way off, what I need now is to condense a high-quality Primordial Seed and then rely on it to quickly accumulate Origin Quality and nourish my body.”
Although as a chanical Engineer in his previous life, Ian was very familiar with the structure of a turbocharger, to the extent that, given materials and tools, he could even craft one with his bare hands.
However, a Primordial Seed is only similar to a turbocharger, not identical.
Even though he indeed felt that a few structures within the Virtual Primordial Seed could be modified without affecting the overall operation, potentially greatly enhancing the efficiency and quality of Origin Quality extraction.
But that was rely a guess, who would dare to experint with their own body and life?
Most people, even geniuses, when it cos to condensing Primordial Seeds, would rather play it safe than aim for the best.
After all, efficiency can be piled up with resources, but life cos only once.
But, that applies to most people only.
Ian was slightly special.
“Let see…”
Muttering to himself, Ian chuckled softly and activated Foresight View.
His azure eyes opened, and for a mont, everything around him turned into clumps composed of mist, with gray, white, and blue interweaving to form this peculiar world.
Ian opened his eyes and looked at himself.
Just as every ti before, he could not see his own color or what kind of mist he was made of.
In fact, he had only seen the color on himself once when he Awakened Spiritual Power.
At that ti, the color he saw was that of Child Ian, whether it was his own or not was another question.
—Prophecy is unable to predict oneself.
Only in the region around what seed to be his heart could the boy see a glint of golden light flickering.
The Virtual Primordial Seed made of Hiliad’s Origin Quality was currently spinning in a void surrounded by mist, like a constant star, drawing in tiny white specks like stars, which then condensed into pale blue dust resembling chips, accumulating on the inside.
The tiny specks were Essence Fragnts, and the dusty chips were in fact Origin Quality.
Essence Fragnts were of white grade, Origin Quality was of blue grade.
Because the Virtual Primordial Seed was a ‘foreign object’ given by Teacher Hiliad, Ian could see it through the Foresight View.
“Interesting, Origin Quality also has grades.”
As he watched the condensation process of the Origin Quality within him, Ian couldn’t help but beco contemplative.
He looked at the golden Virtual Primordial Seed on the outside and already had a guess, “Indeed, the quality of Origin Quality varies.
Simply by the color of Origin Quality, I can judge the strength of a Sublimator.”
“And the most important…”
Raising his head, Ian looked in the direction where his brother Alan was.
The white-haired Child drank down the potion, applied the dicinal mud, and was now sleeping peacefully.
It was apparent that the side effects of the Sleep Powder could not be mitigated with just one treatnt; it might take several months of care to restore Alan to normal.
The mist on Alan’s body was a pale gray mixed with so blue-white, probably due to the effects of the Focused Spirit Potion.
But not just that…
“Alan’s destiny is connected to mine.
My actions will cause the mist on Alan to change as well.”
Ian gazed at the changing colors on his brother’s body, recalling the warning his brother’s mist had given him when he chose where to abandon the corpse—undoubtedly, that warning and premonition had changed his own destiny.
His eting with Hiliad was largely due to Alan.
This ti, Ian had a bold idea.
—Could he, by contemplating modifications to the structure of the Primordial Seed in his mind, use the changes in the mist’s color on Alan’s body to determine whether his adjustnts to the Primordial Seed’s structure were successful and beneficial?
In simple terms, could he use Alan to indirectly predict the success or failure of his own Primordial Seed modification?
The feasibility was significant!
Although he did not know the principle, since his ability could predict the future to a certain extent, such utilization was most typical!
“The better the Primordial Seed I condense, the better Alan’s future destiny will be, and vice versa.”
“Let’s do it this way.”
The mont he thought of trying, Ian imdiately closed his eyes and pondered.
On his first attempt, Ian did not choose to optimize, but rather deteriorated the structure of the Primordial Seed in his mind on purpose, making it simpler, but also much less efficient.
Opening his eyes, he looked at Alan and could not help but widen his eyes slightly.
“Red!”
A dense fog as thick as blood entwined around the child, causing Ian to blink in mild surprise, “Is it that bad?
Is it almost a certainty of death?”
Although he had anticipated that if he carelessly ford a substandard Virtual Primordial Seed, it could lead to extrely bad outcos, the situation was so dire that it filled Ian with great doubt, “If the Primordial Seed I form is too poor, Teacher Hiliad is very likely to leave , after all, if I have no potential, staying with him might actually hasten my death.”
“But even so, I won’t be too much danger in the short term…
Such a dense, blood-red fog clearly indicates sothing major is going to happen soon, and it’s a threat to our lives, both of my brother’s and mine!”
Though puzzled, Ian knew it was pointless to dwell on these thoughts.
He closed his eyes and began his second attempt.
This ti, Ian still did not optimize but instead followed the process thodically, trying to form the Primordial Seed normally, as instructed by Hiliad.
Upon opening his eyes again, Ian looked towards Alan.
This ti, the fog surrounding his younger brother was still vivid and bloody.
Although it had lessened in darkness compared to the first trial, it was still undeniably the ‘certain death’ level of danger!
“How strange!”
Standing up, Ian furrowed his brows, closed his Foresight View, and rested for a mont to recover his strength.
Then, he took a deep breath and turned his head to look outside the window, “By aggregating the Primordial Seed as Teacher has instructed, I am one hundred percent confident of achieving perfection, and then everything will be under control, and my strength will also improve under Teacher’s guidance.
Yet the fog remains blood red.”
“This ans that the crisis does not lie with the Teacher or even with …”
With a thought, Ian had another deduction in his mind.
Without saying more, he closed his eyes and for the second ti, opened his Foresight View.
This ti, he pondered the structure template of the Primordial Seed, which was the optimized template he had decided upon after deep consideration.
Then, Ian harnessed the Origin Quality and once again tried to form the Primordial Seed.
He looked towards Alan for the third ti.
The crimson fog was still there—even though the concentration seed to have thinned slightly, the fog that enveloped Alan like a cloud of blood had its edges faded to a pale pink, but its core still glowed like fresh blood.
“I understand now.”
With that realization, Ian’s frown deepened slightly, “The Natives have targeted , haven’t they?
They’ve already infiltrated Harrison Port?”
——No matter how he aggregated the Primordial Seed, the result was the sa: extrely dangerous.
This could only an that a character or force far stronger than Ian was targeting him, which was why no matter the progress, the danger he was about to face would not change by much.
Yet even so, Ian’s efforts could slightly ‘defy the heavens and change fate.’
Clearly, Ian’s optimization was successful; the quality of Ian’s version of the Primordial Seed was a notch above Hiliad’s.
Although it lost so stability, the efficiency was indeed higher.
That was exactly why, each ti he observed the fog on Alan, its color and the crisis both seed to diminish slightly.
The effect was minor, but there was indeed progress.
“No, that’s not right!”
Even though he had roughly figured it out, before Ian could feel pleased with the success of his optimization, he imdiately thought of a possibility that made him feel a sense of crisis and even fear.
Ian’s brow knitted tightly, “I’m not so arrogant and self-righteous…
Who am I?
Do I deserve such targeted attention from the Natives?
Is it necessary to kill in such a hurry?”
“The aftermath of a disaster can easily kill a few children, no matter how talented I am…
The sa goes for !”
Of course, there was one more critical point—not even assassinations targeting a still young Ian could possibly put an already matured Ian in a blood-red situation of certain death!
“It’s not that simple.”
Musing to himself, Ian suddenly felt a chill spreading from his spine, “I might not be the main target!”
“Then who is it?
The Teacher, or could it be…”
He imdiately got up and walked to the window, then activated his Foresight View, looking out at the rain-drenched streets of Harrison Port.
Outside the window, beneath the pitch-black sky, the central port area was brightly lit, with the surrounding residential areas dimly illuminated by street lights, casting a faint, flickering ho light from which he could see the shadows of a few people moving and chatting behind the windows, warm and harmonious.
Children were playing and laughing, playing gas with their parents, their shadows elongated by the light.
Elderly were nagging, half-open windows letting through gusts of wind that caused the lights inside to tremble slightly.
There was also silence, the flickering of lights inside hos, barely discernible food aromas mixing with the rain.
With aqua-hued eyes sweeping across the city, Ian’s gaze shimred with a faint blue glow.
But, reflected in his eyes, was only red.
Crimson red.
Blood red.
The color of death.
At this mont, the red fog swirling around every person seed to coalesce into a river that ford a sea of blood.
And then…
It surged tumultuously throughout Harrison Port!
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