The Right to Choose Wisdom

"Since I entrusted Kemit to you, you naturally have free rein to decide all this."

Marquis Grant shook his head. It would not be right to say he disagreed with Ian's solemn warning; rather, he simply could not make heads or tails of it.

Because he was a child, Ian did not want to modify him?

That was far too gentle. Precisely because he was a child, they needed to modify him while he was still young!

On Terra, it was extremely difficult for ascendants to progress.

A bloodline determined the upper limit of an ascendant family. If the bloodline's prototype was at the Third Energy Level, then the Third Energy Level was all one could ever attain. Even if one later acquired a Fifth Energy Level Bloodline True Form Magic Potion, one still could not cultivate it without taking the rare wonder known as Trace-Origin Dew to reset oneself and start anew.

And even with a Fifth Energy Level bloodline, one wrong step in cultivation could halt one's progress forever.

The Fourth Energy Level was the true ruling class of Terra—the Fifth Energy Level was essentially no different from gods walking among mortals—and it was already the end of the road for many bloodline families. Once they reached the limits prescribed by their bloodline, the only way to advance further was to continuously optimize their own bloodline, perhaps even attempt to blaze a path toward the Fifth Energy Level.

The Grant family was precisely such a Fourth Energy Level bloodline family.

Their road had long since reached its end.

If they wanted to advance, they could either do as Whale Song Cliff had done: find other bloodlines to merge with their own, eventually transform the bloodline into a True Form, break through to the Fifth Energy Level, then transform