Adrian walked alone through the main tower in the Education District. The lecture had already ended, and he was now navigating toward the Arcane Concept Hall. For the past week, his people had been attending cultivation classes to learn the foundational knowledge of the Rule stage. Once each lecture ended, they would normally proceed to the Arcane Concept Hall to comprehend the arcane concepts necessary for cultivating the sect’s divine concept.

That had originally been their plan today as well. However, Adrian had instructed them to return to their assigned residence instead.

There was no need for them to struggle through conventional comprehension methods. If Adrian personally comprehended the required arcane concepts and created knowledge spheres, they would gain direct access to that understanding whenever needed. That had always been his method, and his people were already accustomed to it. Compared to sitting inside conceptual halls for years, Adrian’s knowledge spheres were more efficient and far more immersive. Everyone had agreed immediately. They were already waiting for him to complete the process.

Adrian entered the hall. This time, no spheres floated before him demanding sect points for entry. The Arcane Concept Hall was available freely to all disciples. The moment he stepped inside, the interior space was divided into four vast chambers. Above each chamber hovered a hologram displaying its respective concept: Vitality, Blood, Force, and Pressure.

Adrian already knew these four arcane concepts formed the Crimson Vital Sect’s divine concept.

In some ways, some of these classifications still felt new to him. Back in the Milky Way, concepts such as Vitality, Force, and Pressure had not been treated as independent arcane concepts. Vitality had often been understood as a sub-concept within Life. Similarly, Force and Pressure had been aspects distributed across multiple concepts rather than isolated into their own distinct paths. However, in the universe, many of these were cultivated as standalone arcane concepts with their own complete truths and rules.

He entered the chamber labelled Vitality first.

The entrance threshold shimmered as he crossed it, a faint barrier designed to prevent essence leakage. Inside was a vast hall capable of accommodating nearly ten thousand disciples at once. The floor beneath him was etched with an intricate formation designed to project conceptual truths of vitality. It was structured to reveal vitality’s principles, generate visions, and simulate conceptual manifestations for observers. At the centre of the chamber stood several large vitality essence crystals, supplying energy to the formation. It was likely that specialised personnel continuously refined pure mana crystals into vitality essence crystals to sustain this formation.

Emerald light pulsed rhythmically from the crystals, feeding into the formation’s channels.

Adrian observed the formation carefully and concluded that, whilst functional, it was not the most effective method of teaching comprehension. Even back in the Milky Way, he had constructed formations that did not merely display truths visually but allowed cultivators to experience the essence directly against their bodies. Immersion within a concentrated conceptual field significantly accelerated comprehension. That design had originally been inspired by the Phenomenon Zones he encountered within the Void Sect’s structures.

He understood why the Crimson Vital Sect did not employ such advanced systems. Those formations would require greater resources and more complex inscriptive mastery. Furthermore, Phenomenon Zones were products of a great sect, and minor sects rarely possessed comparable techniques.

He could certainly upgrade this formation, but doing so would increase maintenance costs considerably. And it was not as though he could openly utilise Origin Ink to enhance efficiency and power it with pure mana crystals. If upgrades were to be implemented, he could only optimise the current formation.

The thought of knowledge forge formation crossed his mind, but if Adrian didn’t use Origin Ink, then he would also need the Imprint concept’s essence crystal for it to work. The knowledge spheres were made using the Imprint concept in the first place, and before, he didn’t need to care about it due to Origin Ink. But now, if he was not going to use Origin Ink, then the knowledge forge formation would also need an imprint essence crystal to function.

He needed to later discuss with Lara and other elders to see if they didn’t have problems in manufacturing more vitality essence crystals, and if they had anyone who comprehended the Imprint concept already, or he could just help them comprehend that. Adrian was an elder now, and he had the responsibility to help this sect; he didn’t just want to use this sect for his own benefits.

For now, he dismissed these thoughts and focused on comprehension.

The hall was already half-filled with outer disciples. All of them were still at the Stellar Stage. Most sat cross-legged directly on the formation’s surface, their eyes closed in meditation. A few murmured observations to companions, pointing at specific glowing runes within the formation’s structure.

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Adrian observed the projected truths and quickly realised he already had the comprehension of all the truths in here through his mastery of the Life concept. Vitality was deeply integrated within the Life concept. The truths and rule symbols presented in this chamber were merely isolated expressions of truths he had long internalised.

Without lingering, Adrian left the Vitality chamber and moved toward the chamber labeled Force. He skipped the Blood Chamber entirely, as his knowledge of blood concept had already reached the Advanced Galactic level.

The corridor connecting the chambers was short, barely ten paces. A pair of outer disciples passed him, both mid-conversation about a truth one of them struggled to grasp. They bowed slightly when they noticed him, Adrian nodded and passed.

The entrance to the Force chamber pulsed with a dull grey-white glow, the barrier shimmering faintly as he approached. He stepped through.

The interior was smaller than the Vitality chamber, capable of holding perhaps six thousand disciples at most. Fewer cultivators occupied this space.

Adrian moved through the rows of seated disciples without disturbing them. He settled cross-legged near the chamber’s far wall, away from the densest concentration of disciples.

Adrian activated his Source Eyes.

The visions began unfolding before him.

He saw primitive force, an impact between two stones in a barren world. The simplest truth manifested clearly: when mass meets mass, momentum transfers. He observed how motion changed direction under applied influence, how resistance shaped outcome. A boulder rolled down a slope, its path bent by a jutting rock. The contact redirected momentum, splitting velocity into vectors that obeyed immutable rules.

The vision shifted.

A falling object accelerated toward the ground. The rule of gravitational pull intertwined with inertial response. Force was not merely collision; it was the invisible cause behind change in motion. He saw winds pushing against mountains, their relentless pressure carving stone over millennia. Waves struck cliffs, each impact transferring energy into fractures that would one day split the rock entirely. Primitive animals charged with muscle-driven momentum, their bodies converting stored energy into kinetic impact.

He continued without pause. At the Advanced Galactic level, he saw how force expressed itself through electromagnetic fields, invisible lines of influence bending charged particles into spirals. He witnessed energy gradients, where potential flowed from high to low, driving motion without physical contact. He observed curved space responding to mass distribution, the fabric of reality itself warping under the presence of matter, and that warping dictating how objects moved through it.

He saw that force was the bridge between intent and change. It was the mechanism through which will imposed itself upon the physical.

Each truth unfolded like a page turning in a book that had always belonged to him. As usual, it did not feel like learning something new. It felt like remembering something forgotten, as though the Source had always held this knowledge and only now revealed it to his conscious mind.

Within minutes, Adrian comprehended the Force concept to the Advanced Galactic level. If he desired, he could immediately form a Force domain.

Adrian stood.

He did not waste time lingering and moved to the chamber labeled Pressure.

The Pressure chamber’s entrance barrier resisted slightly more than the others, a faint resistance that pressed against his chest as he stepped through. The sensation vanished the moment he fully crossed the threshold.

This chamber was the smallest yet, holding perhaps four thousand disciples at capacity. Currently, only a few hundred occupied the space.

Adrian moved past them without comment. He chose a spot near the chamber’s centre, directly beneath one of the larger essence crystals. The pressure here was noticeably heavier, the air itself thick with conceptual weight.

He sat cross-legged and activated his Source Eyes.

The visions began. At planetary levels, he saw weight pressing upon soil. A single footstep sank into loose earth, compressing particles beneath it. The soil resisted, but the force distributed across the surface area overwhelmed that resistance. He saw a living being’s foot sinking into sand. Pressure was a force distributed across an area. The smaller the surface, the greater the concentration.

In a sense, force and pressure were deeply intertwined. Pressure was simply a force viewed through the lens of distribution.

The vision expanded.

He saw water at the bottom of an ocean trench, the crushing force compressing matter into unfamiliar states. He observed atmospheric pressure shaping weather systems, wind patterns born from imbalance. High pressure pushed toward low, driving storms and currents across planetary surfaces.

At advanced levels, he understood pressure not only as physical compression, but as structural tension. He saw pressure as the invisible hand that shaped reality’s structure, the force that determined whether something held together or broke apart.

Again, the knowledge flowed like memory returning. Truths he had never consciously known settled into place as though they had always been there, waiting. Within minutes, his comprehension of the Pressure concept reached advanced galactic level.

The chamber’s oppressive atmosphere no longer affected him. The weight that crushed lesser cultivators’ perceptions felt no heavier than morning mist.

Around him, outer disciples remained immersed in their own struggles, attempting to grasp even the most basic truths. Some had been attempting to comprehend these concepts for decades or even centuries.

None of them realized that the man who had quietly entered, sat for a few minutes, and left had completed what they considered a lifelong task. To them, Adrian appeared no different from an elder briefly observing the hall before departing. Perhaps inspecting the formation’s condition. Perhaps evaluating disciples’ progress.

Nothing more.

Without disturbing anyone, Adrian stood and exited the chamber, his mind already organizing the knowledge he would soon condense into spheres for his people.

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