64: Chapter 61: Borrowing falsehood to cultivate truth 64: Chapter 61: Borrowing falsehood to cultivate truth “In fact, the Primordial Seed does not exist.”
As he began to speak, the old Knight’s words imdiately shocked the boy.
Gazing deeply at Ian, who was in the process of Primordial Condensation, Hiliard calmly said, “It is false, illusory, and only exists within our imagination.”
——False?!
“But, Teacher, didn’t you emphasize so many tis that the foundation of sublimation is the Primordial Seed… Am I not in the process of condensing it right now?”
Feeling confused, Ian imdiately asked, his face showing puzzlent, “How exactly should this be explained?”
“Ian, look at my face.”
In response to the boy’s confusion, the old man simply raised his hand, pointing to his own face.
As Ian’s gaze focused, the muscles and skin on his face writhed, and soon returned to the form of ‘Ossenna’.
“This is both real and false.
My skin, muscles, and blood can create a myriad of different faces.
If others believe that this is real, then they would never be able to discover the real .”
The old Knight said indifferently, then lifted his hand again, pointing towards the tide outside the window, “Do you see those waves and moonlight?”
Ian looked up.
The dark blue waves were churning under the silver moonlight, and he was starting to understand, “I see them.”
Hiliard revealed a smile, “Those are both real and false.”
“You live by the sea, naturally you understand that the color of seawater depends on the sunlight and the suspended sand and soil within it, as well as the quantity of seaweed.
If you were to take out the seawater, or even distill pure water, it is colorless; that is the deeper truth.”
“The sky reflects the sea’s color, and the light from the sun and the twin moons is composed of dozens, if not more, spectra.
The rainbow is clear proof.
Yet, to the naked eye, it appears rely as gold or red, silver or white light.”
Turning his head to gaze at the ocean, the old man sighed, “And take the whirlpools in the sea, for instance…
Do whirlpools truly exist in essence?
They are nothing more than a form of the seawater’s flow, the motion of the sea, the clashing currents, simply able to sweep fish and ships along, causing ceaseless turmoil in the ocean.”
“Just like the Primordial Seed, it is rely moving Essence.
Does it really need to be fixed in the heart, as a whirlpool must be at the center of the sea?”
——The answer, of course, is no.
Ian’s eyes widened.
After a brief mont of stupor, a sudden realization dawned on him.
“I understand,” he murmured, then his tone beca extrely joyful, “Yes, if I could freely control Origin Quality, do I really need to fix the Primordial Seed at my heart?”
“Although generally speaking it’s more convenient that way, but what if after eating, I directly move the Primordial Seed to my stomach?
Wouldn’t the efficiency of absorbing Essence improve by several tis?”
“That’s right, the Primordial Seed is not an organ that needs to persistently exist and be fixed in one place…
The first condensation might be sowhat difficult, but with training, I can easily recrystallize it within a single breath!”
“It is not just that.”
Soon enough, Ian also understood the true secret that Hiliard wanted to share with him, “The most important thing is the dialectic between reality and illusion!”
“The Primordial Seed is fictitious, but it also exists; it is rely flowing Essence, but it can have the effect of a second heart…”
“That’s right, child.
Just like that.”
Hiliard watched Ian with satisfaction, his face showing the joy of soone who had clearly grasped the crux of the matter.
He began to speak softly, expounding the secrets that had been passed down from mouth to mouth among Sublimator ntors and disciples since ancient tis, “Whether it is harnessing Spirit Energy or being a Sublimator, the first step of cultivation is to observe the world, summarize the laws, and seek the Logos.”
“But is the world we observe ‘real’?”
“It is not.
What our eyes can see is like your and my appearance, the colors of seawater and the sky, like the whirlpools in the sea and the brilliance of the sun and moons above, they are all superficial phenona.”
“Without delving into the underlying principles within and just observing these appearances, one cannot progress.”
The old Knight and Ian looked at each other, smiling as he gazed at what might be the smartest student he had ever taught in his life.
He stated calmly, “Just like when you dissected your uncle earlier, without dissecting the Logos, how can you approach it?”
“We Humans are not a species that can directly see the Logos.
What the eyes perceive is like looking through a mirrored glass, all illusory and blurred.”
“So.”
He said, “Let’s simply start from the ‘false’ ‘imagination.'”
“Imagine boldly, verify carefully.”
“From the false, reach the real; start with the imagined Primordial Seed, and ultimately truly elevate the essence of your life.
This is the essence of a Sublimator.”
“Ian, you are still young.
I don’t expect you to understand right now…
but this is the real secret common in all Sublimator Heritage, whether Bloodline or True Form.”
“——’Borrowing the false to cultivate the real’, from the virtual to the true.”
Ian listened to all this intently.
He studied with respect and curiosity.
Learning everything he had never known before.
One true word is worth more than ten thousand volus of falsehoods; although simple, what Hiliard said shattered the boy’s preconceived notions of The Path of Sublimation.
It was not an ancient and decaying system that hindered others’ understanding with its mystical riddles and all sorts of bizarre terms…
Instead, it was a philosophy that acknowledged its own ignorance of the truth, thus it embarked on the pursuit of truth and the Path of the Dao to ascend.
— “The cultivation in this world may not be as simple as I had imagined.”
Ian muttered to himself, his heart ignited with an even fiercer spark, “Terra World has its own set of philosophy and logic to explain their world, to interpret Spirit Energy, the relationship between reality and the self, and they have deduced an extrely scientific system.”
“I understand now…
I still need, to study diligently.”
Closing his eyes slowly, Ian pondered seriously, “Borrowing illusion to realize truth, from the virtual to the real…”
“There’s no need to be confined to one place, my body is an ocean of Origin Quality.”
“And the Primordial Seed is the vortex that pervades the entire ocean.”
At that mont, the faint blue lines that were reflected on the boy’s body began to blur, and the circular geotric shape that intertwined at the center of his chest lted away like ice and snow.
But the faint blue glow of the Origin Quality did not disperse.
Gradually, it changed from clear and fixed engraving patterns into silent streams, into mists, into erratic fluid lines.
— ‘Where is the ring?’
The mist drifted, and the clouds flowed and unfurled.
— ‘The ring is everywhere.’
Ti flowed on.
Under Hiliard’s watchful gaze, as each strand of Origin Quality light that appeared on Ian’s body was absorbed back into his system, becoming part of the circulation in his blood, everything gradually ca to an end.
In the center of his chest, a pale cyan light that only a Sublimator could see flickered.
Success.
The boy smoothly completed the condensation, replacing the Virtual Primordial Seed that Hiliard had crafted for him with his own Primordial Seed.
Lifting his head, Ian looked at the old Knight.
Just as Hiliard raised his hand, wanting to applaud him in praise, he simply smiled slightly.
In the next mont, accompanied by a gentle halo of light, the Primordial Seed within Ian dispersed.
Completely, without leaving the slightest remnant structure behind.
“Oh!”
Hiliard’s eyes widened; he was initially astounded, but then his expression turned into one of imnse joy.
Because, a mont later, with another cycle of Origin Quality light, Ian successfully condensed the Primordial Seed for a second ti.
And this ti, the speed, proficiency, and even the structure of the Primordial Seed itself had improved anew compared to the first attempt!
“Origin Quality needs to be condensed, but it also needs to be utilised.”
Standing up, Ian not only felt no weakness due to the excessive use of physical strength and Origin Quality, but on the contrary, he felt light as a feather, filled with an intangible power.
Bowing his head, he examined his own hands, the child’s pale and delicate palms seed fragile, but now, they could throw punches that even adults would find difficult to deliver.
“The Primordial Seed is the sa.”
He looked up at his teacher and smiled, “The Primordial Seed needs to be condensed, but it also needs to be dispersed.”
With a thought, he dispersed the Primordial Seed within him for the second ti, and within the span of five breaths, he condensed it again at a location that was not the heart.
He condensed it in the liver.
In that instant, Ian activated the Foresight View.
He could no longer see his own Primordial Seed, because after several rounds of dispersing and re-condensing, Hiliard’s gold Origin Quality had been completely assimilated by him, not only not becoming a hindrance in his condensation but on the contrary, replenishing his strength significantly, keeping him still vibrant and energetic.
Nevertheless, despite this, the boy could still see that, as the Primordial Seed that had re-condensed in the liver operated, the Essence Fragnts circulating around his body began to condense.
Eventually, under the intangible work of the Primordial Seed, they turned into strands of pale cyan, extrely condensed Origin Quality Crystal Chips.
That was…
in Foresight View, the Origin Quality enveloped in golden mist.
One of the Highest Level qualities of Origin Quality.
The cyan Origin Quality interwoven with the golden aura, the azure-gold radiance rged into the liver, causing this ordinary organ to start glowing from the inside out.
— Sublimation had begun.
Ian raised his head, seeing the satisfied look in Hiliard’s eyes.
“Congratulations.”
The teacher expressed his heartfelt joy, his eyes filled with delight and anticipation, “It couldn’t be better, Ian.”
“From this day on, you have officially stepped onto The Path of Sublimation.”
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