"Beginning to condense the sublimation organ is the first step from the apprentice of the sublimator to truly embark on the path of the true form of the bloodline."

Ian shook his head slightly: "That's still early, what I need now is to condense a high-quality source seed, and then rely on it to quickly accumulate essentia and nourish the body." ”

Although Ian, who was a mechanical engineer in his previous life, knew a lot about the structure of turbochargers, and gave him materials and tools that he could even rub out empty-handed.

However, the source species is only similar to the turbocharger, not the same.

Even if he does feel that there are several structures in the virtual source that can be modified, without affecting the overall operation, the efficiency and quality of the condensation and extraction essentia can be greatly improved.

But that's just speculation, who dares to really experiment with their own bodies and lives?

The vast majority of people, even geniuses, can only seek stability in terms of condensing the source species, not the best.

After all, efficiency can rely on resource heaps, and there is only one life.

However, it is only the vast majority of people.

Ian is a little bit special.

"Let me see ......"

Whispering to himself, Ian chuckled and opened the Prophetic Horizon.

The cyan eyes opened, and for a while, everything around them turned into a mass of mist, gray, white and blue intertwined, forming this strange world.

Ian opened his eyes and looked at himself.

As he had done every time before, he couldn't see his color, what mist he was made of.

In fact, he had only seen the color of his body once when he had awakened his psionic powers.

At that time, whether he saw the color of the child Ian or his own color is another matter.

- Prophets cannot predict themselves.

Only in what was probably the heart could the boy see a little golden glow.

The virtual source species composed of Hilliard's essentia is now spinning in a mist-enveloped emptiness, golden like a star, absorbing small white points of light from the stars, and then condensing into pale blue dust like a chip, accumulating inside.

The fine spots of light are essentia fragments, and the wafer-like dust is the essentia.

Essentia fragments are white, and essentia is blue.

Because the virtual source species is a 'other thing' given to the teacher by the elders, Ian can see it through the Prophetic Horizon.

"Interesting, essentia is also hierarchical."

Watching the process of essentia condensation in his body, Ian couldn't help but think for a while, he looked at the golden virtual source seed outside, and already guessed in his heart: "Sure enough, the essentia quality is also different." Just by the color of essentia, I can judge the strength of the sublimator. ”

"And the most important ......"

Looking up, Ian looked in the direction of his brother Elan.

The white-haired toddler drank the potion, applied the medicine mud, and slept peacefully.

Obviously, the sequelae caused by sleep powder cannot be alleviated with a single treatment, and it may take a few months to recuperate if Elan returns to normal.

The mist on Elan's body was pale gray mixed with a hint of blue and white, which should be the effect of the concentrating potion.

And that's not all......

"Elan's fate is connected to me, and my actions will cause the fog on Elan's body to change."

Ian stared at his brother's changing colors, and he recalled the warning that Elam's mist had given him when he chose the place to dump his body—a warning and foreshadowing that would undoubtedly change his fate, and that he was able to meet Hilliard, and that Elam was very credited.

And this time, Ian had a bold idea.

- Can he think about his changes to the structure of the source species in his mind, and assist in the change of the color of the fog on Elan's body, to determine whether his fine-tuning of the structure of the source species is successful and beneficial?

To put it simply, can he indirectly predict the success or failure of his own source transformation through Elam?

The feasibility is great!

Although I don't know the principle, after all, my ability to predict the future trend within a certain range is the most normal way to use it!

"The better the source seed I condense, the better my brother's future destiny will be. The reverse is the same. ”

"That's it."

Try it when you think of it, Ian immediately closes his eyes and ponders.

On the first attempt, Ian did not choose to optimize, instead, he randomly deteriorated the source species structure in his mind, making it simpler but much less efficient.

Opening his eyes, he looked at Elan, his eyes widening slightly.

"Crimson!"

A thick mist like blood lingered on the young child, making Ian slightly stunned: "So bad? Almost certain death, yes? ”

Although he expected that if he casually condensed inferior source seeds, it might lead to extremely bad results, but such a bad thing also made Ian wonder in his heart: "If my condensed source seeds are too poor, Teacher Hilliard is very likely to leave me, after all, if I don't have potential, I will die faster if I stay with him." ”

"But even so, in a short period of time, I won't be too dangerous...... With such a thick blood-colored mist, it is obvious that something big will happen in the near future, which is enough to threaten the lives of our two brothers! ”

Puzzled, Ian also knew that there was no point in thinking like this, so he closed his eyes and began to try a second time.

This time, Ian still didn't optimize, just followed the rules and distance, and tried to condense the source seed normally according to Hilliard's guidance.

Opening his eyes again, Ian looked at Elan.

This time, the mist that appeared on his younger brother was still bright red, although it was a little less black than the first time, but it was still undoubtedly a danger of 'certain death'!

"Weird thing!"

Standing up, Ian frowned, closed the foresight, and rested for a while to regain his strength.

Then, he took a long breath and looked sideways out of the window: "According to the method instructed by the teacher to condense the source seed, I am 100% sure that the condensation is perfect, so that everything is safe, and my strength will also improve under the teacher's teaching, but the mist is still bright red." ”

"This shows that the crisis is not in the teacher, or even in me......"

With a move in his mind, Ian had another inference in his heart, and he didn't say much, closed his eyes, and opened the foresight for the second time.

This time, he thinks about the source structure template, which is the optimization template that has been finalized after careful consideration.

Ian then mobilizes the essentia and tries to condense the source seed again.

He looked at Elan for the third time.

The scarlet mist was still there—although the concentration seemed to have faded a little, and the mist that had covered Elan's body like a blood cloud had some corners of it that was pale pink, but its main body was still a blood-like halo.

"I see."

In this way, Ian realized, and his brow furrowed slightly: "Some natives have taken me as a target, right?" They've already infiltrated Port Harrison? ”

- No matter how you condense the source species, the result is unchanged and extremely dangerous.

This only means that there are characters that are far stronger than Ian, or that forces are attacking him, so there will be a situation where no matter what progresses, the dangers he will face will not change much.

But even so, Ian's efforts can also 'change his life' a little.

Obviously, Ian's optimization was successful, and after his optimization, the quality of Ian's version of the source seed was better than that of Hilliard's version, and although it was not stable, it was indeed more efficient.

Because of this, every time he looked at the fog on Elan's body, its color and crisis would fade a little. The effect has not been great, but progress has been made.

"That's not right!"

Although he had roughly figured out what was going on, before Ian could feel happy and satisfied with the success of his optimization, he immediately thought of a possibility that made him feel a crisis and even fear.

Ian, who reacted, frowned: "I'm not so arrogant and self-righteous...... Who am I? I also deserve to be so targeted by the natives? Are you really going to kill me, as for being in such a hurry? ”

"In the aftermath of a catastrophe, killing a few children is simply easy, no matter how talented I am...... And so it is! ”

Of course, there is also the most important point - the assassination of Ian, who is still a child, is absolutely impossible to put Ian, whose strength is no longer a child, into a blood-red mortal danger!

"It's not that simple."

Saying to himself, Ian suddenly felt a chill spread from his spine: "I may not be the main target!" ”

"Who, exactly? Teacher, or ......"

He immediately got up and down, went to the window, and then turned on the foresight to look out into the rainstorm of Port Harrison's streets.

Outside the window, under the dark sky, the center of the port is brightly lit, and the surrounding residential areas with dim street lamps are dimly lit, and a few figures can be vaguely seen flickering behind the window, talking, laughing, communicating, warm and harmonious.

There are children laughing and playing with their parents, and their shadows are stretched by the lights.

An old man was chattering, and a gust of wind leaked through the half-open window, blowing the lights and causing the light in the room to sway slightly.

There was also silence, the lights in the house flickered, but the smell of food could be faintly smelled from the wind and rain.

Water-colored eyes swept across the city, and Ian's eyes shone with a pale cyan glow.

However, in his eyes, only red was reflected.

Scarlet.

Sanguine.

The color of death.

At this moment, the red mist circulating on everyone's body seemed to converge into a river for a while, turning into a sea of blood.

Then......

Tumbling throughout Port Harrison!