Hilliard knew very well that every psychic was, in essence, a person with an exceptionally resilient mind—one could even say a spirit as unyielding as a stubborn rock.
And thus, they were also natural Ascendants.
Without an immensely powerful sense of self and an unbreakable spirit, one simply could not endure the agony of flesh and blood ascending—or mutating—after consuming countless Magic Potion supplements.
Still less could one continue controlling one's own body amid that agony, absorb the essences of the many ascendant herbs and Magic Beasts within the Magic Potions, awaken the divine power of the Origin Seed within, and fuse it into an 'Ascendant Bloodline' or a 'True Form Path,' becoming an Ascendant who had utterly surpassed ordinary life.
Hilliard looked at Ian with expectation in his eyes. The boy's expression of astonished longing was utterly genuine, reminding him of how desperately he himself had once yearned for the path of ascension as a child.
The boy had talent, but no one to guide him. Ordinarily, he would have had no chance whatsoever of embarking on the path of an Ascendant. Even if one of Harrison Port's local Ascendants took notice of him, he would never reach the Second Energy Level in this lifetime, much less anything higher.
But with Hilliard's guidance, everything would be different.
"Can Earth's technology do that?"
At this moment, Ian truly found it unbelievable.
—Perfectly controlling every strand of muscle in one's body, even to the level of changing one's face?
It sounded simple, but was actually incomparably difficult.
With such a level of bodily control, even if someone punched a hole through your body, you could probably contract your muscles to stop yourself from bleeding, right?
Even the genetically modified soldiers of his previous life couldn't do something like that... Well, they