"For ninety-five percent of people, their innate fate cores are outclassed by the Flame-Horn Breathing Technique and serve little purpose."
"For the remaining five percent, their fate cores can complement the breathing technique. When they break through the 'human limit,' these fate cores will allow them to achieve twice the results with half the effort."
"But a person usually has only one innate fate core, while the human limit has three barriers-essence, energy, and mind. One fate core is nowhere near enough. What can be done?"
"Our forebears invented the Acupuncture Guidance Technique, which allows us Flame-Horned People to learn two additional fate cores. The entire process is extremely difficult..."
The Great Sage was old, after all, and kept going over the same scraps of history.
Below him, the young nobles could not help nodding off. The scene looked exactly like a university classroom, with the lecturer reading from a PowerPoint at the blackboard while all the students slept in their seats.
And once class ended? Everyone would rush to copy the PowerPoint, putting on an air of studious dedication.
The only student listening attentively was, of all people, good old Zhang Ming, countless years in the future.
Zhang Ming, this "model student," listened with fascination, wishing he could raise his hand and speak.
The Flame-Horned People divided their personal, inborn superpowers into four tiers: Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow.
At this terminology, Zhang Ming scratched his head. Perhaps it was a matter of "translation"-Spirit Language automatically rendered it into terms he could understand. Calling them S, A, B, and C ranks would have worked too.
Ninety-five percent of Flame-Horned People with fate cores had worthless abilities with little potential for growth. The moment they awakened was their peak.
They did not even qualify as "Yellow Tier."
Only abilities that