Above The Sky

"The blood of a warrior will be repaid with a hundred imperial people."

The mouth said, but the hand did not stop.

The great shaman will be located in the box. Although it has been taken out long ago, the two hearts that are still beating bright red are gently picked up.

Then, it was gently placed in the crucible, and it had completely turned into a bright red color, like magma, and like the medicinal mud of boiling blood.

As the heart sinks into the medicinal mud, the ritual is complete.

When he held his breath, there was a flash of aura visible to the naked eye.

The turbid medicinal slime in the crucible instantly became pure and deep, and the red blood slime transformed into another kind of ink-like medicinal juice within a few breaths.

A clear and pure 'blood ink'.

And at the moment when the blood ink was formed, a gust of wind rose out of thin air, and suddenly there was a burst of mountain cries on the mountainside outside the great shaman's tent.

The voice spread all the way to the redwood swamp at the foot of the mountain. The sudden strong wind swept through every branch, leaf and trunk in the forest, making the whole jungle noisy, and the mist and miasma above the swamp rose up, spreading a colorful color.

Thirty-two hunters knelt on their knees at the moment, prostrate on both sides of the tent, Animu held up the pot, he stretched out his hand and poked into it, not paying attention to the bright red concoction in the pot, the blood and ink were far worse than boiling water To be hot several times.

Then, the old man used his hand as a pen, stained with blood and ink, and signaled the hunters to raise their foreheads, and then slowly painted blood-colored lines on the top of the hunters' foreheads.

Every hunter couldn't help showing joy, and then his expression became painful, but he gritted his teeth and forcibly endured - the bright red blood-colored lines spread along the forehead toward the inside of the flesh and blood, spread between the breaths, implanted between the muscles and the internal organs, making the Breathing has become thick.

In the few hunters who are extremely adapted to this blood ink, fine scales are derived.

The air is filled with the smell of earth and sea breeze, which is the smell of mountains and tides, and a harbinger of the awakening of the spirit of mountain tides.

Animu painted the lines with blood and ink for the thirty-two warrior hunters in turn, but he did not stop, but walked all the way to the Sequoia Swamp.

In his ears, the tremors of many totems and the voice of the spirit slowly converged into one, like a surging tide.

With the passage of time, the whistling sound gradually became clear, and finally turned into a deep and deep murmur from the depths of the swamp.

【life……】

Allowing this vague but soul-shaking spiritual sound to whistle back and forth in his ears, Animu's face was solemn, the blood and ink in the cauldron in his hand had dried up, and the slag had completely hardened and turned pale.

There are only two big and small hearts that are extremely bright red, and they are vigorously agitating, containing extremely thick life force.

"The lord of the mountain, the son of the sea, the pulsation of the tides, the mountain call of the earth... This is a sacrifice that belongs to you alone, and it is a life dedicated to you."

Reciting ancient sacrificial words, the old shaman stepped into the center of the quagmire.

Then, put the medicine jar on the turbid swamp water, turn around and leave.

The redwood swamp shook slightly, and all the trees in the woods were shaking.

In the center of the swamp, the quagmire began to spin, and the medicine jar was sucked into the depths. The invisible spiritual sound let out a loud roar, followed by the greedy sucking sound.

If you look down from the mountainside, you can vaguely see that in the depths of this swamp, which is regarded as a holy place by the Sequoia tribe, there is a huge shadow shaking and tumbling.

Its shape twists and turns, and a six-point scarlet light source lights up under the mud.

It wriggled at the bottom of the quagmire, shrieking and howling unheard of for humans.

The pure sacrifice that took place in the ancestral land of the Sequoia natives did not cause any mutation in a short period of time.

But there is no doubt that something has happened.

After a while, the sky fell and Port Harrison entered dusk.

It was evening, and Ian in the house lit the fire. He used a burning stick to stir the charcoal in the stove, and a handful of golden red sparks burst out from the gap between the stove and the pot, bringing up a puff of smoke.

The fire was getting stronger, and some more firewood was added. After the boy who was cooking porridge and preparing for dinner made sure that the preparation was ready, he got up and went to the cupboard beside him to take out the herbal water for concentration that had been standing for a day.

- Boom!

A white light pierced the dark sky, thunder sounded, and it rained heavily in Port Harrison.

Holding the potion, Ian turned his head and looked out the window. The fine raindrops covered the whole earth. The rolling rain clouds in the sky were rolling with thunder that had not yet formed. From time to time, a real lightning struck, illuminating the entire port and the coast.

"Normal tropical weather is unlikely to be this bad."

Shaking his head slightly, after hearing five thunderstorms in three minutes, Ian knew that the weather in another world must have more variables than his hometown.

However, the situation of thunderstorms once every three days and two times in summer in Port Harrison, and even attracting a large group of mine-hunting jellyfish in the not-too-distant Tutan Cliff, is obviously not within the scope of the usual situation.

The thunder that shone and dissipated in the clouds contained an aura that made Ian instinctively uneasy.

He had a vague hunch that his teacher's mission was related to the real reason for this weird weather.

But now is not the time to think about that.

After sitting for a day, the Concentration Potion exudes a peculiar fragrance. If Ian were to describe it, it would be the mint-flavored toilet water mixed with the smell of cool oil. Just by sniffing it lightly, you can feel a coolness from the tip of the nose to the lungs.

After careful observation, Ian noticed that the water quality of the outermost layer of the potion was different from normal water. When the vision of vision was opened, the faint blue halo emanating from the upper half of the water tank proved his point.

"It seems that the effective part of the herbs and other herbs is a substance lighter than water. After decocting, let it stand for one night, and the medicinal quality will rise, which happens to be the simplest and most effective purification step."

Although he was thinking and summarizing in his mind, Ian's hand didn't stop.

After coming to the room where his brother Elan was, he simply followed the instructions of Elder Pude, scooped up a spoonful of water with a clean wooden spoon, fed it to his brother who was still dreaming in a daze, and then took it out from the bottom of the medicine jar. The dregs, which had turned into a light green powder, were smeared on each other's temples and around the forehead.

"~"

Elan was still asleep, his eyes opened due to the stimulation of the potion, the young boy looked at Ian with wide eyes, and looked at his brother for a few seconds before showing a rather comfortable expression, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

"The effect is pretty good, and the eyes are a lot smarter."

This is not surprising to Ian, because before giving it to Elan, he has used the vision of precognition to predict that the potion is not dangerous at all, and even very beneficial.

Soon, he himself took a small amount of the remaining concentration potion as instructed.

A spoonful of the potion entered his throat. At first, he didn't feel anything, but soon, Ian couldn't help but tremble slightly.

An icy feeling spread along the throat, stomach and even the entire digestive tract, spreading throughout the body.

This feeling made Ian, who had been dizzy and exhausted because of practicing psionic energy all afternoon, suddenly woke up, just like taking a cold shower when he was confused, and was temporarily full of energy.

Even if you have enough food and drink, and you have plenty of physical strength, if you use your psychic powers for too long, you will feel the pain of staying up late and using your brain too much.

When I was most tired in the afternoon, Ian even felt that his brain was like a red iron block, hot and painful, with a swelling like redness and inflammation.

After a period of rest, the discomfort has subsided a lot. But after taking this refreshing water, Ian immediately noticed that his originally hot brain and body were rapidly 'cooling' down, and there was a steady stream of comfortable clarity.

To use an analogy, Ian felt that this kind of comfort was no less than that after a morning of running outside in a summer temperature of 42 degrees, I finally returned home and entered the air-conditioned room to enjoy ice cream.

"The medicine is really good!"

Ian couldn't help admiring it, but he also knew very well that the value of this concentrating herbal water was definitely not cheap. It would not be a problem to sell seven or eight thalers for such a small package. The total amount of a few bags would be worth his uncle's original salary for one year.

The elder handed a whole box of medicine bags to himself. This behavior cannot be said to be generous. It is as incredible as throwing money into water.

It can only be said that this kind of resource, which is quite precious to the commoners, is probably only a consumable for a trial to the nobles and the big man.

"Anyway, it's not poisonous, so you don't need to use it for nothing."

Hilliard hadn't returned yet, and Ian didn't wait for the other party. He finished his porridge and finished dinner first.

After eating and drinking, he sat quietly by the window, closed his eyes, and tried to sense the source seed while the effect of the concentration potion was still there and his spirits were clear.

Because of the guidance of teacher Hilliard, and recently I ate a monster-level salmon that contained a lot of essentia.

Ian soon sensed the presence of the essentia in the body, as well as the virtual Origin Seed.

For a while, he heard a slight 'crashing' sound, like a surging tide.

Ian knew that it was the synaesthesia brought about by the flow of Originium fragments in his blood, which was flowing in every corner of his body, subtly increasing his physical fitness.

"The flow of Originium is a little faster today, and the practice in the afternoon seems to be really useful."

Essence flows back and forth around Ian's body and heart along the blood circulation system in his body. The muscles, internal organs and even cells of his whole body are greedily absorbing Essence and absorbing the energy of these lives.

But the real big head is still the virtual source seed at the heart.

A large number of source material fragments poured into it, absorbed and compressed by the automatically running source seeds, and condensed into a truly regular source material.

Ian concentrated, and every detail of the originally vague virtual source seed became clear.

With the experience of professional work in the past, the practice and observation of the past two days have given him a considerable understanding of the structure of the source seed.

Abandoning all fancy adjectives and cultural connotations, the source seed is simply a storage and conversion device.

Its structure is similar to a turbocharger. It operates with the power generated by the heartbeat and breathing. After the food is digested, the source material will enter the blood, and then collected by the source seed, refined and extracted, and then stored and released when needed.

Origin is a special kind of life energy. A small amount of essentia fragments flowing in the blood circulatory system can increase a person's physical quality.

The high-purity source substance is released by the source seed and enters the body organs, which will greatly increase the physical quality in a short period of time.

It includes absolute strength, neural reflexes, exercise tolerance, regeneration and physical toughness, all enhanced in all directions.

In the world of Terra, if an ordinary person who normally works and eats normally, if he is forced to the point of desperation, he may burst out the essence that is instinctively preserved in his body, releasing power far exceeding his own limit in a short period of time.

In order to protect the child, the mother pushed the carriage and kicked the big stone with one hand in order to protect the child. In the world of Terra, it is not some magical news, but a normal thing. Rather, it is strange that it does not happen.

Ordinary people can do this, not to mention the Ascended Reservists who hold the Source Seed?

Taking Ian himself as an example, after eating a Salmon of Warcraft, even if his body is still weak and he is only an eight-year-old child, if he fully releases the essentia accumulated in the Origin Seed, he can still consume it within ten minutes. Demonstrated strength comparable to that of an adult man.

Of course, the real effect of Origin Quality is definitely not used as a consumable in this way.

As the essence of life, the sublimator accumulates the essence in order to condense the sublimation organ.

If it is said that the essence is only a short-term improvement in physical fitness, and when it is consumed, it returns to normal, or even overdraws all energy, then the sublimation organ has a power comparable to the outbreak of the essence in the normal state, especially in most cases.

Therefore, if it is not really desperate, Ian feels that any sublime will not use his stored essentia indiscriminately.