Tantric family to divine dynasty

Chapter 524 Sequence "Naturalist"

Above the boundless ocean, a vast blue stretches to the horizon, and the waves sway gently, as if it is the most distant lullaby of nature.

In this vast and boundless water, a whirlpool suddenly rotates on the calm sea surface. It is neither the product of a storm nor the masterpiece of the tide, but something caused by a mysterious force beyond the laws of nature.

Just above this vortex, a priest in a blue robe was suspended.

His robe fluttered gently in the wind, like a touch of blue in the deep ocean, blending with the surrounding environment, yet seeming to transcend all things.

Ian, the high priest of the Poseidon Order, had a serene and solemn expression on his face, his eyes were closed, and he was immersed in a meditation that transcended the mortal world.

He is surrounded by an indescribable mysterious power. This mysterious power is neither the light visible to the naked eye nor the sound audible to the ears, but a profound and subtle mysterious stance.

Today, Ian has reached the sixth step of the road of knowledge, and the power he possesses is considered to be a powerful force that cannot be underestimated within the Dawn Cult.

"Naturalist"

That was a path that Byrne could not take at the time. In fact, if the objective conditions of both sides were exchanged, Byrne would have reached the sixth step or even further.

However, an ending that belongs to the gods is not a bad thing.

The Naturalist's spiritual power and physical fitness are increased in a ratio of eight to two, and he also gains two more interesting supernatural powers.

They are "collecting samples" and "making rubbings".

His image in the spiritual world is an old man with a white beard and black and white colors.

The ritual required to become a naturalist is to come into contact with a sufficient number of lives, witness more landforms and minerals, etc. It is best to record them all.

In short, become well-informed.

A transcendent who is a naturalist can perform a short ritual through contact and then record the specific information of a living being.

He will be able to learn all the information about the current population of life forms, such as what kind of extraordinary materials they can exist as, and their strengths and weaknesses.

As for the ability of "rubbing", it is to remember the recorded life through "imagination", and then consume a certain amount of spiritual power to directly summon the projection of that life form out of thin air.

The strength of a life form's projection does not depend on the strength of the entity itself, but on the amount of spiritual power consumed. If a giant dragon projection is summoned with very little spiritual power, it is still no match for a rabbit projection that is summoned with a lot of spiritual power.

Although the strength is determined by the amount of spiritual power consumed, the summoned projection still retains the original racial characteristics. Ian tried to consume the same amount of spiritual power to summon a dragon projection and a rabbit projection, but the dragon projection won after a hard fight.

Because no matter what, dragons still have advantages over rabbits in terms of racial characteristics.

In short, it is a very versatile summoning ability.

"The most important point is that there is no upper limit to the number of projection summoning abilities. As long as the spiritual power is sufficient, I can summon a large number of species for my use." Ian muttered to himself.

"It's a pity that I'm still limited by the upper limit of my spiritual power... But I'm already content."

For example, the current situation is that he summoned some invisible flying feather monsters under him, so in the eyes of others it seems as if they are floating in the air.

There are so many animals and monsters in the world, and many of them have incredible racial characteristics. Now all Ian needs to do is to continue to accumulate and "collect samples."

On the sea surface, the tiny ripples were dancing in some unknown rhythm. The trajectory of the stars, the breathing of the ocean, and even the changing winds and clouds in the distant sky all resonated subtly with Ian's heart at this moment.

Ian's eyes were closed, and there seemed to be endless tranquility beneath his eyelids.

As a black shadow gradually appeared on the sea in the distance, a steamship slowly sailed into the sea. The steam engine of the ship roared, pushing the huge hull forward through the waves, and the white steam drew tracks between the blue sky and the blue sea.

As the ship approaches, those on deck begin to notice blue-robed priests hovering above the whirlpool.

They were first surprised, then awed, and finally in deep worship.

"It's Lord Ian! Look, that's Lord Ian!"

"Respected Lord of the Sea! Sir Ian!"

"We are so lucky to see him here!"

The crew and passengers stopped what they were doing, stood on the deck, knelt at the side of the ship, clasped their hands together, and looked devoutly at the priest floating on the sea.

In the sea breeze, Ian's figure looked even more otherworldly against the backdrop of the ship.

The mysterious feeling about him was like the ripples on the sea, spreading out in circles without leaving any trace. He was like a wise man who had walked out of an ancient legend, exuding an awe-inspiring and desirable temperament.

For the Baihai people today, his existence is like a lighthouse in the sea, guiding those souls lost in the ocean of life to find inner peace and direction.

Although he did not speak, everything around him, whether it was the whisper of the waves or the murmur of the wind, spoke of his wisdom.

Everyone on the steamer bowed their heads in worship, their hearts filled with awe and gratitude.

Afterwards, the steamship bypassed this place and continued to move forward. The hearts of the people on the ship had been touched by the mysterious power of the priest. They knew that even if they embarked on the journey again, the experience of meeting the priest in this sea area would always remain in their memory and become the most precious wealth in their lives.

"Oh, I see. I understand."

Ian suddenly nodded slightly.

“Ms. Christine from the highest family has convinced Bishop Zain that the Storm Church will not help the Flying Feathers… We can do our best to assist the Lord of the Lightless Sea in his resistance.”

"can."

"understood."

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There was no one around him, and at this moment, he was using a strange mysterious power to communicate with the other people of the "Noble Blood" over a long distance.

Ian was floating quietly on the sea surface dyed golden by the setting sun. Although his eyes were not open, his soul was like an undercurrent beneath the sea, surging with memories of the past years.

His thoughts went back to the distant past, when Ian was still a young and confused soul, facing the uncivilized suffering and division of his own people, his heart was full of helplessness and pain.

In that chaotic era, the people of the White Sea were like walking into a forest shrouded in darkness. They were completely lost, full of suspicion and hostility towards each other, and lived in poverty and fear. They had no hope for the future and no trust in each other.

At that time, deep in Ian's heart burned a strong desire to change all this, hoping to lead his people out of this dark forest and greet the dawn.

It was this desire that made him decide to join the Order of the Dawn.

“Without a doubt, this was the right decision for me.”

Decades later, Ian returned to his tribe and, as the high priest of the Poseidon Cult, taught people to understand and respect each other, to cherish life, and to pursue unity and light.

Under his leadership, the people of the White Sea began to put aside their suspicion and hostility, and gradually began to fully accept all kinds of transactions with the Syat people on the mainland.

As ships loaded with novel items and unknown cultures slowly sailed into the many islands, an unprecedented wind of change quietly blew across this ancient sea.

At first, the natives of the White Sea were full of curiosity and caution towards these outsiders. The gleaming metallic instruments, the roaring machines, and the strange light sources that could illuminate the entire village at night were both mysterious and frightening to them.

But as time went on, representatives of the Order of the Dawn began to show them the secrets of these "modern miracles" with kindness and patience - the roar of the steam engine is the source of power, capable of driving huge ships across the ocean; the flow of electricity is the messenger of light and warmth, lighting up the night as well as the hope in their hearts!
The younger generation among the White Sea natives, especially those young people who are full of curiosity and desire to explore, were soon deeply attracted by these new technologies.

They began to learn to read and master simple arithmetic in order to understand and operate these complex machines. Steam pumps were used to irrigate farmland and increase crop yields; electricity was introduced into homes to light up the house.

Not only that, as the four eastern countries were unified, compulsory education began to become popular, and the White Sea natives gradually came into contact with a wider world.

They learned that in addition to the ocean they lived in, there were many different cultures, countries and peoples in the world... Decades ago, this knowledge was mastered by the priests of the Poseidon Cult, and now it has become widely known to many White Sea people.

As time went on, living conditions on each of the major islands changed dramatically.

Traditional wooden houses were gradually replaced by more sturdy and comfortable brick and tile houses; roads were widened and horse-drawn carriages and bicycles began to travel; and communication methods also developed from primitive word of mouth to the ability to contact the outside world through telegraphs and even telephones.

More importantly, the mentality of the White Sea people has gradually changed. They have begun to realize how important it is to communicate and integrate with the world. The beliefs in the Poseidon Cult have also gradually undergone subtle changes.

Over time, the White Sea people's hatred of the Syyat people has become less and less worth mentioning.

Later, after the beliefs of the Cult of Dawn, the Fisher Family, and the Lord of the Lost were exposed, Ian, who had secretly trained many blood recipients of the Cult of Dawn and had replaced the top leaders of the Cult of Poseidon long ago, began a comprehensive reform from top to bottom.

To date, more than half of the White Sea natives have converted and become believers of the Lost Lord.

Now, when Ian recalls his life here, his heart is filled with immense satisfaction.

He knew that his choice that day was the right one, and he successfully led the people of Baihai out of darkness and into light.

"There is no doubt that I did betray the Sea God, but I did not betray the White Sea people... Over the past few decades, all these sacrifices have been completely worth it." Ian whispered softly, without a trace of regret in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)