Above The Sky
Chapter 62 - 62 59 The Activation of Origin Quality

62: Chapter 59: The Activation of Origin Quality 62: Chapter 59: The Activation of Origin Quality Late at night, Ian sat alone in his room, repeatedly using his breathing and self-suggestion to adjust the flow of his blood, gathering Origin Quality.

Yet, Ian, who initially found the breathing techniques somewhat awkward, now seemed to manipulate Origin Quality with considerable skill and fluidity.

With each breath, he was surprised to sense that even his internal organs deep within his body began to follow the rhythm of his breathing, releasing the sedimented Origin Quality that was once unusable, merging it into the bloodstream circulation.

It was like soaking in a hot spring, where his body, somewhat sore from intense exercise, quickly recovered, regaining vitality in the warm current.

Honestly, Ian couldn’t understand why he, whose breathing technique could only be considered moderately successful, suddenly became so adept at it.

But after careful contemplation, he found the reason.

——The answer was ‘utilization’!

Today was the first day he had used Origin Quality to strengthen his body formally, using the enhanced strength to defeat and kill enemies…

It was the first time he had extracted Origin Quality stored within the Primordial Seed and released it into his arms to strengthen them.

——Origin Quality needs to be expended.

Having realized this, Ian felt a flash of enlightenment.

Gathering was only part of the true effect of the Primordial Seed; its real effect was to extract the stored Origin Quality to create a Sublimation Organ, to strengthen oneself, and to elevate the very essence of life!

Refining Origin Quality, elevating oneself——this was the essence of a complete cultivation practice!

How could one achieve sublimation by only gathering without using it?

“I see now, I was too cautious before, with a hoarder’s mentality, not willing to use the Origin Quality I had.

This way of thinking is not right,” Ian mused with his eyes opened.

“The use of Origin Quality to strengthen my muscles is only temporary and has no permanent effect.

However, my body has become more adapted to the Origin Quality——next time I continue to enhance the strength of my arms, I’ll need even less Origin Quality, and the process will be faster.”

“And this process of usage is a thorough exercise from the inside out.”

No matter how one exercises, they only use a portion of the body’s muscles, requiring extremely scientific methods to ensure a balanced physique.

But the use of Origin Quality is an enhancement that reaches every single cell.

Even though Origin Quality dissipates and reverts to its original state, the body itself remembers the sensation, greatly increasing proficiency.

Nobles and wealthy Sublimators can continuously consume Origin Quality to enhance their body’s adaptability, allowing them to gain some advantages in subsequent cultivation and battles.

However, for ordinary Sublimators, just gathering enough Origin Quality to form a Sublimation Organ is already a struggle, requiring extreme planning; they cannot even be compared to Nobles who can consume Sublimation materials as if they were food.

This is the importance of financial resources and access to resources.

However, Ian just so happened to have a method of quickly obtaining various resources.

Once his Primordial Seed was fully gathered, he could rely on his Foresight View to continuously acquire all kinds of rare resources.

When preparing to gather Origin Quality for a Sublimation Organ, he would also have the capacity to subtly and profoundly strengthen his body!

“Now, I just need to wait for Teacher Hiliad to return, and I can form my Primordial Seed.”

Today, after Ian returned home, he prepared dinner and brewed the Focused Spirit Potion for tomorrow.

Although most of the seafood he had collected in the afternoon was abandoned during the fight, Ian still brought back a razor clam and several large clams on his way back to the city, enough to make a pot of soup.

More than halfway through the treatment, Brother Alan’s eyes were getting brighter, a clear sign that the aftereffects of the Sleep Powder were diminishing.

Seeing Ian, he would gibber and could even vaguely repeat a few sentences that Ian had said.

If it hadn’t been for the Native attack, such days would have been quite easy and comfortable…

Without worries for food and clothing, making progress every day, with a teacher to instruct him in his studies and guide him to uncover many secrets of this unknown world, and with his brother’s recovery making headway.

It was practically paradise.

But unfortunately,

Harrison Port was a city surrounded by Natives.

Closing his eyes, Ian recalled the cries and despair of those attacked by the Natives,

He remembered the blood, the tears and filthy clothes, the blurred wounds of flesh and blood; he remembered the crying of a child at the city gates, the blood of a father splattering on his child, dissolving in the cold water.

Ian wasn’t kind, nor was he abundant in sympathy; he really wasn’t a traditionally good person—he would even ponder, somewhat argumentatively, that none of this would have happened if the Imperial People hadn’t come to the Natives’ lands.

But then again, the Natives had once ridden their Elephant Warriors to expand their territory, overbearing and arrogant, only to be driven back by the Southern Border Legion at that time.

Anyway, Ian couldn’t feel any connection to this strange world of the Terra Continent, nor did he consider himself an Imperial person, or one of the White Folks; he was simply curious about this world that had Spirit Energy and something like The Path of Sublimation which did not exist in his previous life, wondering what secrets it might hold.

Of course, he definitely didn’t think of himself as a Native, nor would he believe that human blood sacrifices were even remotely justifiable.

“Whatever, I’m not stupid.”

Opening his eyes, Ian cast his gaze downward, his eyelashes trembling but his expression remained indifferent: “At the very least, it was the Natives who came wanting to kill me first, not just once, and these people are indeed dangerous.”

“For my safety, they must die, that is the answer.”

Forty minutes later.

It was when Ian had completed his third full cycle of Origin Essence inside his body that Hiliard returned home.

The old Knight held a box in his hand, immediately noticing that Ian was still awake and without any external injuries, his spirit also seemed quite full.

“Seems like you’re alright.”

Having returned to the city a while ago, he had already heard of the Natives’ deeds and gravely praised Ian, “You did well; although I knew that ordinary Natives wouldn’t be a match for you, your response was even better than I expected.”

Even so, the old Knight was still quite puzzled: “But why were the Redwood Natives so aggressive…?”

Even Hiliard couldn’t predict the actions of the Natives, and he was indeed shocked when he heard the news of Ian being attacked on his way back to the city.

Having confidence in his student was one thing, actual concern was another.

Soon, he received the news that Ian had returned safely, which made the old Knight sigh in relief, proud of the child who dared to act against his bullying uncle, with such a clean and efficient handling of the Natives.

“It’s all thanks to the solid foundation teacher has taught me.”

Ian didn’t rise from his spot, but he breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Hiliard return: “I was wondering what to do if you didn’t come back tonight, teacher.

It’s rare for the Origin Essence within me to be so active, it would be a pity to waste this opportunity.”

“You want to condense the Primordial Seed now?”

Placing the items he brought onto the table, Hiliard narrowed his eyes and contemplated for a moment, then understood.

He praised Ian, “It seems like you have completely grasped the essence of Origin Essence’s circulation.

Condensation and usage are a complete cultivation practice, and indeed, today is the day for you to condense your Primordial Seed.”

Noticing Ian’s gaze moving to the box on the table, the old Knight explained, “I met with the Elder’s Guard on my way back, they said it’s a resource for you.”

“I haven’t looked, but it smells a bit like dried buffalo meat.

Not from Magical Beasts, but its price and effects are no less impressive, quite rare.”

He shifted his gaze from the box to Ian, smiled and asked, “Did they say anything?”

“Mhm.”

Ian nodded in response, “The Elder already knows I have Spirit Energy.”

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