Cultivation

The gap between each talent grade was insurmountable.

As said, there were seventeen talent grades which were the; Mortal, Earth, Sky, Saint, Heaven, Empyrean, Supreme, Chaos, Origin, Transcendent, Eternal, God, Sacred, Myriad Tribulation, Boundless, Immemorial and Immeasurable Grade.

When each talent pillar was taken into account, it was rounded and classified as the True Circle.

If all your talents were of the Immeasurable Grade then your True Circle would also be at the Immeasurable Grade.

A boy born with a mortal True Circle would be considered a genius in local towns and a God amongst mortals considering most cultivators had Quasi-mortal circles.

It sounded pathetic but this was the truth. Most people couldn't cultivate and of the few that could, most were as untalented as one could be.

In front of a boy with an Earth True Circle, a boy with a Mortal True Circle was less than an ant.

Beyond the obvious abilities the pillars gave, they also gave an overall boost.

It wasn't surprising that a newborn with a Boundless True Circle could dwarf a God born with a Myriad Tribulation great circle.

This was how terrifying the gap was and this was the path Adonis was walking on with the help of Uncle Seth.

Perhaps one day, he, too, would be part of the legendary figures that possessed Immeasurable Grade True Circles.

***

Sat cross legged under the shade of a grand oak tree, spanning kilometres upwards, Adonis peacefully mediated.

He hadn't awakened yet but these past few days, he'd been carefully feeling the changes in his body.

By assimilating with the Divine set, he'd managed to permanently change his Qi Pillar, bringing it to the Immeasurable Grade and indirectly, he brought his body to the Blank Quasi-Immeasurable grade.

As he felt the changes that had occurred in his body, he really looked forward to the future that lay ahead of him.

Beyond the fact that Uncle Seth wanted him to rest, he'd also needed these few past days to lay a solid plan for Adonis' path and future.

Adonis' current situation was as perfect as one could ask for.

It was common for children with certain affinities to be born with pillars that didn't match their affinity at all, thus technically crippling themselves.

How was a fire elementalist supposed to shine if he was born with a water body? How was an Earth elementalist supposed to shine if he was born with a weak wind attuned constitution?

Synergy between the pillars was Primordial.

Adonis, on the other hand, could perfectly build his pillars around his affinities and the path he wished to walk upon.

Even beyond that, though Adonis didn't have any talent, he wasn't crippled either, meaning that Uncle Seth could do much more. There was at least something to work with.

Obviously, though Uncle Seth talked casually about reforging Adonis' talent, normally, it'd be impossible. You were born with a talent grade? You'd die with it.

It was an absolute rule imposed by the Heavens. No one was allowed to offset the fine tuned balance it had set in place.

But who was Seth? Was he not the spirit of the mysterious mansion and with Adonis' [Snatch] gift, what was really stopping them? With the Boundless Mansion, what stood before them? With the notes his creator left, did the Heavens even matter?

All in all, Uncle Seth had a lot on his plate as he spent hours in the Mansion Library, formulating a step by step plan and for that Adonis was endlessly grateful.

'My affinities are all very esoteric so they'll require me to work quite a bit but that's fine, I think my comprehension and growth abilities will make up for it.'

'The thing I'll need to focus on is my race and what abilities it grants me as well as my dormant lineages.'

'Through these Lineages, maybe I can learn more about father and mother's plights.'

Slowly, he opened his eyes and as he did so, the Qi around him seemed to jump in joy and excitement.

The colours he'd previously been able to see were now so bright they became blinding and his ability to read them became more than innate.

Now, it was an integral part of his style, his body and his mind. It also seemed to extend to much more than he could've fathomed.

'I'll call this ability [Endless Spectrum.]'

As soon as he decided on a name, the tints of gold within his pupils burst with fervour as alongside, hints of black began to appear.

Now, his pupils looked like a mesmerising swirl of gold, black and red, filled with mystery and power.

All around him, Adonis began to see the world differently. Beside the Colors, he could now see lines and runes layered atop of everything. He felt that if he focused just a bit more, they'd unblur and a new world would open to him.

'It'll take time but I'll eventually comprehend what this ability is.'

Just as his thoughts came to an end, the leaves of the tree he sat under rustled and Uncle Seth appeared sat beside him, the bags under his eyes prominent.

"Spirits can get tired too?"

"Gods, please strike him down."

"Bad mood?"

"Quiet."

Uncle Seth sat back and promptly fell asleep, greatly shocking Adonis.

'What was he doing that could've possibly tired him out this much…?'

***

A while later, Uncle Seth woke up under the radiant sunlight of the mansion.

One of the passive abilities of the mansion was to alter itself into any environment the Heir saw fit. Whether it be rain, snow or anything else, it could be emulated here.

The winds softly caressed uncle Seth's face as the soothing sound of rustling leaves calmed his soul and washed away any bits of weariness he had left.

He took a deep breath in then slowly, breathed out and for a moment, he just sat there beside the meditating Adonis, calmly looking over the beautiful plain of green they were in.