The Martial Unity-Chapter 2934 Nature of the Seed

2934 Nature of the Seed

The Martial Sages experienced their first real break in ten years after they emerged from their stasis chambers after dealing with the consequences of Martial Mind and the Martial Soul. The prior threat of the quasi-Transcendent beasts and monsters made it so that they each spent virtually every waking moment of their lives fighting, whether they liked it or not.

This was because they had generally operated on shifts that made sure that the quasi-Transcendent beasts and monsters were constantly engaged and didn't have the opportunity to leave the Beast Domain. They indulged in the simple luxury of peace and quiet, gathered in their respective jets and in each other's company.

"What the hell was that crazy technique you used at the end there, Dad?" Kane raised a curious eyebrow. "It's almost like something ate the Golem King inside out."

Several other Martial Sages gathered around the spacious seating within the large jet turned to him with a curious expression. Not a single person could hold back their curiosity at the technique that allowed Damian to virtually one-shot the most powerful defensive powerhouse of a quasi-Transcendent monster. "Hehehe…" Damian grinned with excitement. "I achieved the ultimate form of destruction, one that can destroy even information."

The Martial Sages around him widened their eyes with shock. Kane gazed at him with a stunned expression. Information could not be destroyed, not truly.

This was a law that one truly understood in the Sage Realm when one bore witness to the very foundation of matter and how information constantly persisted. The fact that Rui had succeeded in reviving the dead was proof that information had never truly been lost.

And yet, Damian's intense tone left no room for doubt.

He gazed at his hands with a piercing, sharp gaze. "…I think I am on the verge of something important."

His tone was uncharacteristically calm.

"Do you…" The Flickering Elder began with a serious tone, "Do you think you're close to the Transcendent Realm?"

The air grew heavy as the various Martial Sages turned towards him with a curious expression. "It feels close and yet far," Damian's eyes were intense. "Something… Something is off about it. I think those Transcendents are hiding something about the Transcendent Realm from us. Something that they have chosen not to tell us."

His words were ominous.

And yet, the Martial Sages couldn't bring themselves to contradict him.

In truth, the Martial Transcendents were unreasonably tight-lipped and secretive.

Unlike the previous times, the Martial Primordial did not extensively help Martial Artists reach the Transcendent Realm, he simply limited himself to the cryptic answer that had long become famous among Martial Sages. Their refusal to intervene or exercise their power was also strange to many as their Martial Drive was often times still incomplete by the time they reached the Transcendent Realm, and yet they didn't do anything to fulfill their long-held objectives and goals.

"…If you are close to the Transcendent Realm," Sage Zentra began with a composed tone, "then I wish it would not happen before we defeat the Beast That Roared. We really cannot afford to lose another Transcendent candidate."

The loss of the Demon of Asmodeous, while still ultimately good, had been a grim reality that the Martial Sages needed to contend with. One of the reasons that they and the leaders of human civilization had been confident in their ability to slay the Beast That Roared was that they thought they had the Demon of Asmodeous on their side.

They could not imagine any monster surviving him and the Devil working side by side.

With his death, that confidence was shaken, but was ultimately restored.

"We may have lost Demon of Asmodeous, but we have gained an extraordinarily powerful asset ourselves," Sage Ceeran smiled with confidence.

"Indeed," Sage Aronian directed an endeared, affectionate smile towards Rui, who was entirely tapped out of the conversation.

He sat by himself some distance away within the jet, playing with a little substance hovering above his palm.

A sample of the primordial seed was extracted from the corpse of the abyssfeeder.

After witnessing the sheer capacity of adaptive evolution that the abyssfeeder had, he couldn't help but regain his fascination with this substance all over again. In the past, he had kept the project away because the barrier of entry for the primordial seed integration was too high. It was one of the most mysterious substances, and integrating into his body was beyond his capabilities at that point.

Now, however, he was a Martial Sage. Not just any Martial Sage, but a Martial Sage who had survived the Gu poison and had integrated it into his body, albeit with the help of the Fruit of Healings. It was within his power to integrate this substance into his body.

The only issue was that he had no idea how the substance worked.

More than anything, it was a truly strange state of matter.

When he deployed his extraordinarily powerful senses upon the esoteric substance, what he found was extremely interesting.

"It behaves like an Einstein-Bose Condensate…" he murmured to himself with an immersed expression, much to the confusion of the Martial Sages who gazed at him with puzzled eyes.

The primordial seed wasn't comprised of discrete particles bound by the strong nuclear force or the electromagnetic force, but instead acted like a singular quantum mechanical wave. As though all the particles became vague waves that overlapped into one large goop that was smudged across a certain volume.

This was what happened to matter when he used Niflheim as a Sage, but the primordial seed appeared to be able to sustain this state of matter at all temperatures.

When he tried to observe it on a sub-atomic level, the wave function collapsed, causing the primordial seed to change in shape and form to the substance that it was in contact with, in this case, the air that Rui was using to manipulate it.

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It turned into a gust of air, much to his interest.

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