Profession and Sequence

Mona's gaze shifted to the Career Tree, which had been unlocked for some time now.

Within the [Career Tree], the professions currently available were divided into two types.

One was the [Common Profession].

The other was the [Transcendental Profession].

At present, all the major professions within the tribe had been absorbed into the [Common Profession], radiating their brilliance across the Career Tree.

Once a profession was lit up, its complete information became accessible for Mona to examine.

This time.

The [Insect Master], tainted with a trace of transcendental power, appeared within the [Transcendental Profession] as he had expected, slowly illuminating it.

[Insect Master lv1]: Grants the power to control Rot Spirit Insects and knowledge of insect-based strength.

"If the Insect Master is merely a Transcendental Profession, then what exactly is a Sequence?"

Mona's gaze shifted to the blank section of the Career Tree.

That area, clearly, was reserved for the Sequence.

It was a profession beyond both the [Common Profession] and the [Transcendental Profession].

It was also the part that had always been missing from the soul colors of living beings.

In truth.

A long time ago, Mona had noticed that people's soul colors were perpetually lacking this component, and he had pondered over it.

The current situation only confirmed some of his earlier thoughts.

Clearly.

The [Transcendental Profession] was indeed not a Sequence.

Like the [Common Profession], it was merely a foundation for the [Sequence].

During this period.

He had also conducted research on this matter and quickly reached certain conclusions.

A [Sequence] was a supreme [Mythical Profession] obtained only through the combination and fusion of multiple transcendental powers with high compatibility.

Thus, [Mythical Power] was the core of obtaining a Sequence.

It symbolized the most formidable power, nearly on par with the divine.

And it was far beyond what ordinary transcendental power could match.

Therefore, the Insect Master's power to control insects clearly fell far short of what could be called mythic power, and naturally could not be deemed a Sequence.

It was like a person who could only write characters not being considered a writer.

Or someone who merely daubed paint not being called a painter.

Writing characters and daubing paint were merely the most basic abilities of a writer or painter.

Controlling insects, at best, could only be counted as one of the many transcendental powers that constituted a [Sequence].

This also meant that future [Sequences] might incorporate some traits of this profession, with their relationship resembling one of inclusion.

Then.

What about the Abigail Flower?

From the very beginning of the Abigail Flower's birth, it had already grasped several divinely bestowed powers.

And those powers originated not only from this world but also from the mediation of his divine power, enough to be called Mythical Power.

Yet.

It had not succeeded in creating a Sequence or ascending into one.

Mona quickly approached the Abigail Flower.

He reached out a hand, probing something.

The stone petals of the Abigail Flower swayed quietly, as if savoring the deity's gentle touch.

Soon.

The radiance slowly faded.

Mona discerned something.

Within this apostle's body, three transcendental powers indeed existed.

But their strengths were highly unbalanced.

And they had not fused together well.

With that.

The mystery of why the Sequence had yet to appear was finally unraveled.

The primary Mythical Power of the Abigail Flower is composed of [Decay], [Wisdom], and [Evolution].

Only when all three powers are maintained at the same level, balanced and fused together, can one truly enter the [Sequence].

Currently, within its life's coloration, the power of [Wisdom] is the most robust.

Accompanied by humans—beings of wisdom—it has learned to master the power of wisdom with great speed, and has also used insects to carve a path for humanity, successfully creating the [Holy Relic].

The other two powers, however, are relatively weaker due to a lack of exploration and study.

Thus.

As long as the Abigail Flower perfects the other two powers and fuses them, it can thereby create a [Sequence].

All of this.

Mona need not worry about.

He has confidence in the life he has created.

Through the endless growth of time.

This creature will one day attain such power.

Once it obtains a Sequence.

Then.

The humans who have received the blessing of its power will naturally be able to use it to further perfect the Sequence.

At that time.

The blank spaces of this [Career Tree] will finally be filled, becoming lush and thriving.

But.

The god who stands above the river of time may have enough patience for this.

Yet His apostle is somewhat impatient.

The Abigail Flower seems to have sensed the god's thoughts.

It is like a child, both somewhat ashamed and somewhat anxious.

Feeling lost and blaming itself because its power has not met the god's expectations.

The pale blue glow on its stone petals seems listless, sometimes dimming, sometimes brightening.

"What's wrong?"

Mona can't help but find it a little amusing.

But.

Even after learning from his mouth that it will one day obtain such power, the Abigail Flower still grieves over it for a long time.

This apostle's temperament is no different from a child's.

Compared to that seemingly distant future.

It is more passionate about the present.

Facing this life he has created.

Mona shows great tolerance.

But he only slowly tells this child everything.

"I cannot directly grant you that power."

"But I can teach you how to learn to master the other two remaining powers."

The process of life's growth still requires it to explore and comprehend on its own.

What he can do.

Is to tell it how to achieve all this better.

Mona's fingertip merely taps the Abigail Flower.

As the blue glow spreads continuously, he synchronizes with the apostle's power.

Under his control, several emerald-green insects lie plainly in his hand, crawling slowly.

"Evolution."

"Can be wise, and likewise can be without wisdom."

"Just like these insects."

"They have no wisdom, yet they have grown sufficiently good wings and hidden colors, allowing them to evade natural enemies and also to hunt for food, thereby surviving better."

"The instinct to survive forced them to change, ultimately leading life onto a better path."

"And to achieve all this, things also need a catalyst."

"Perhaps it is the choice of nature, perhaps a mutation of life itself, or a combination of both."

"But no matter which, they still require the accumulation of time."

The insect in Mona's hand, at this moment, swelled and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, even slowly shedding a layer of skin, as if countless years had passed within it.

"But you don't need to passively wait for time."

"Decay is the best power to catalyze Evolution."

"As lives grow and fade, when fragments of life shatter and reassemble, these two powers will evolve and intertwine within them."

Mona's fingertip withdrew.

The pale blue radiance returned entirely to the Abigail Flower.

Of course, what he had taught it was only the most superficial thing.

How to further explore the deeper mysteries, even to fuse them together—only it could know through its own experience.

The Abigail Flower seemed to grasp all of this in a dazed understanding.

After the deity departed.

It appeared lost in thought, the pale blue flowing on its stone petals coming to a standstill.

Then.

It actively used the power of decay, wrapping several insects within countless strands of mycelium.

And then.

Learning from the deity's demonstration just now, it used that power of decay to begin its first wondrous attempt at Evolution.