That's right, this is the first step in forming a Transcendent Core, gathering enough Aijeika Particles (Magic Power) and arranging them according to a unified law to form a stable structure, which can be called upon at any time.
However, such a Transcendent Core is still very primitive, the powered abilities are not strong, and the efficiency is low. Thus, to focus on a specific field, life starts to specialize its own Aijeika Particles (Magic Power), resulting in different Transcendent Sequences.
From the most primitive Primordial Sequence, evolving and improving continuously, eventually forming the current Natural Sequence, Slashing Blade Sequence, Radiant Feather Sequence, Spirit Particle Sequence, Dragon Sequence, Withering Sequence, Tidal Sequence, Blood Pupil Sequence, and the Primordial Sequence, each with its distinct features and specialties.
After choosing a Sequence, it's still not enough. To further enhance the driving force of magic power in certain areas, transcendents continue to specialize their core structure, condensing it into various branding patterns. These branding patterns allow transcendents to interfere with certain concepts and fields in a very powerful and efficient manner, forming different skills and abilities, such as 'flame,' 'sturdy,' 'waterflow,' 'air,' and the like. High Rank Transcendent Cores can even build more abstract concept brandings, like 'teleportation,' 'memory,' 'time,' 'dreamscape,' and so on.
Now, back to the matter at hand, if you want to cultivate these six purple pomegranate seeds well, then the evening's afterglow is indispensable, but this part is also unpredictable.
The same seeds, cared for in the same way and placed together to bask in the twilight's afterglow, but the fruits they bear are of varying quality. Such uncertainty is the biggest factor limiting the birth of these rare transcendental fruits.
"According to the current information in the Great Library, the best method is still to cultivate uniformly and on a large scale, then classify the harvested fruits by varying grades of quality," Annelli said as she looked at the data on the projection screen above her desk.
"The probability is a bit low, about one high-quality 'Indigo Pomegranate' for every 200-300 plants; the rest are mostly Copper Grade 'Indigo Red Pomegranates,'" Tilan's gaze swept over the data below.
Annelli curled her lip: "Yalian was merely perfunctory towards us."
"I don't think so; he said that this is a variety he has been researching and improving recently, and the success rate is much higher than what's available on the market," Tilan shook her head.
"Let's just plant them for now; if it doesn't work out, then they can be decorative plants for the club's activity room." Saying so, the girl laughed again; originally, she had been thinking of buying potted plants, but now she could simply save the trouble.
Without expectations, there's no disappointment; she wasn't hoping to definitely harvest high-quality fruit. Even low-quality ones would be fine, just letting the members and herself taste the flavor would be good enough.
After experiencing many things, Tilan had since let go of many matters, no longer deliberately pursuing what's so-called the best, number one, perfect, and so on.
Just to live well, without suffering any humiliation or torment, is already the greatest happiness. Why then add unnecessary worries? Is tonight's dinner not delicious, is the bed not comfortable, is the game not fun, are the small animals not cute, is the place we're going to tomorrow not interesting? Letting go of many self-imposed shackles, life should be quite relaxed and comfortable.
A person becomes perseverant, most likely because she has received a lot of positive feedback, and the process is not painful. If persisting in something causes one unbearable pain, then such an endeavor is doomed to not last long.
They found six flowerpots, sterilized them, planted the seeds, covered them with specially made glass covers, and placed the flowerpots on the windowsill of the activity room.
"To cultivate in the most rudimentary and basic way, to grow anything would mean we haven't lost," Annelli said to Tilan.
The recruitment was still ongoing; who knows who the next new member would be.
Nighttime, South First District, Water Rat District module.
A steel-styled Hover Car stopped at the entrance of the alley, its headlights flickering slowly, illuminating the figure at the end of the alley.
His coat and clothes were torn and disheveled, with dried bloodstains, burnt edges, water stains, and dust mixed in. In the torn areas, dark red wounds were faintly visible.
Although a Laser Gun would pierce through flesh, the upside is that the high-temperature burned wounds cauterize instantly, preventing any infection. This sounded like some kind of hellish joke, but in a situation with no way out, he could only think of such jokes to ease his tense nerves.
Gleid took a deep breath, activated the Transcendent Core within his body, temporarily suppressed the pain coming from his limbs, then gripped the sword hilt at his waist and lifted his gaze, looking towards the burly man walking towards him step by step.
Gray short hair, a square face, muscles, and a body that seemed almost blocky, this man was like one forged of steel. Despite the sweltering summer heat, he still wore a large overcoat. At that moment, he held a smoking and cooling Laser Gun in one hand, while his other hand moved slightly, his thick knuckles making a noise from the collision of bones.
After coming to a stop five meters in front of Gleid, the man ceased moving, stood firmly, and slowly spoke as he looked at the young man with no way out.
"Where did you hide the thing?"
"The thing? What thing are you referring to, you thing?" Gleid replied with a mocking smile on his lips.
Hearing this meaningless mockery, the man's cold expression did not change, but he simply repeated himself.
"You know what I'm talking about. I'll ask you again, where did you hide the thing?"