"Even a Rank Seven Sorcerer, though able to wield rules, is still constrained by the origin of their bloodline..."
Several years passed.
Hermes Empire.
Within a magnificent palace.
Aaron sat upon the emperor's throne, wearing a golden harpy mask, and let out a sigh.
"Even with the bloodline of the Infinite Serpent, even as the strongest in the world, so what?"
"The path of a Sorcerer... after Rank Eight, one must surely gather all kinds of power—bloodlines, imprints of the past, and more..."
"Or... sublimate rules and turn them into 'concepts'?"
Aaron had already begun to grasp the key to the cultivation of high-ranking Sorcerers.
The difference between rules and concepts was that rules could often only adapt to a particular world, while concepts could function broadly across different dimensions!
In other words, if Aaron mastered the 'Rule of Blood,' then after ascending dimensions and returning to the Blue Star universe, it would most likely become useless—completely crippled.
But if he mastered the 'Concept of Blood,' then no matter which universe or dimension he went to, as long as 'blood,' 'blood liquid,' or similar concepts existed there, it would still work!
"My true self must be the same!"
"After becoming the Creator, He had long since condensed the concept of 'spirituality'... So why am I still unable to use it?"
Aaron flicked his mask. "Obviously... He is actively severing it... At this rate, I might really be the one sent to patch that hole in the Eleventh Dimension. That is absolutely intolerable!"
Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly sensed something, yet made no move.
Before long, countless airships surged in from outside, converging above the imperial capital of Hermes.
Some Sorcerer Apprentices watching this scene could not help but turn deathly pale. "The judgment of the Sorcerer Continent...