Bloodline of Gods: The Genius at Olympus Academy!

Chapter 31 31. Visualization

As Aiden did this, he saw the crystal light up with a bright red glow before the door in front of him started to tremble slightly.

Slowly, the door in front of him began to slide open, revealing a strange room inside. The room wasn't too spectacular; there was a strange crystal hanging from the roof, acting as a light source. But even with that, the room was still rather dim.

Aiden looked to the floor and saw two rows of cushions placed there, all pointing in one direction.

Aiden looked forward and saw what the cushions were all facing—a visualization scroll.

Although it was called a scroll, it would be more accurate to describe it as a painting. It was a large tapestry of art. Aiden was a novice in things like art, but even he knew that this was a masterpiece. A truly exquisite piece of art, each stroke seemed to contain the soul of the artist, each detail so vivid it seemed to jump out of the page.

Aiden gazed at the picture, captivated by the scene before him. A man sat calmly on a massive rock, his body engulfed in countless ethereal rays of sunlight that seemed to coalesce around him like a divine aura. As Aiden continued to stare, he felt a strange, inexplicable sensation stir deep within him. It was as if the image itself had come alive, reaching out to him across the distance.

The feeling was both unsettling and mesmerizing.

Aiden quickly resisted that feeling and sat down on one of the cushions, crossing his legs. He took a second to control his breathing before opening his eyes.

Once again, when Aiden looked at the scroll, he was drawn in by a mysterious feeling, but this time Aiden didn't resist and let himself be taken away.

Instantly, Aiden felt his senses churn, as if the very world itself had been flipped on its head, and his vision was clouded with an imperceptible blindness.

Aiden closed his eyes and opened them, and when he did, everything around him changed.

Aiden suddenly found himself outside in the middle of the day, surrounded by a wooden forest. The slight rustle of the trees, the wind gently brushing against his skin, even the distant chirping of birds—Aiden felt as though he had been transported to another world. The scene before him was so vivid and realistic, it was as if the boundary between reality and imagination had dissolved.

"Visualization scroll," he murmured to himself, marveling at the mystical power it held. Only now did he truly grasp the depth of its enchantment—how just one glance at the scroll could pull him into an entirely different realm.

Maybe this was the true goal of Visualization that everyone sought to master: to visualize an image so perfectly that it was no different from reality.

Aiden looked forward and saw the exact same image he saw in the scroll, but this time it had been brought to life.

A man calmly sat on a large boulder, meditating as if completely integrated into the world around him. Aiden tried to look at the man's face, but it was obscured by a blinding white light that only made his face more hazy the more Aiden tried to focus on it.

Realizing this would get him nowhere, Aiden moved on. The more Aiden paid attention to the breathing, the louder it became—from a small whisper to a sharp whistle, to booming thunder! Aiden's body shook and subconsciously harmonized with the booming breaths.

Aiden soon discovered that the more he focused on the man, the more he could uncover, as if looking through an endless treasure chest.

With each breath, the man's chest rose and fell, and as Aiden looked again, he saw a small stream of light descending from the sky and entering through the man's mouth and nose in a magnificent stream of flowing energy.

Aiden could see into the man's body and saw that as the light entered, it would quickly break apart. Like ink placed in water, it would quickly dissipate and spread throughout his body before merging and transforming with every cell the light encountered.

The light shimmered and danced. Aiden tried to copy and memorize the pattern of the light's flow, but it was completely impossible.

This realization caused Aiden to despair.

If he couldn't memorize the pattern, how could he properly visualize this image? How could he perform this divine technique?

Aiden's entire plan for future combat was based on this technique. If he couldn't even get started, how was he supposed to fight properly?

How was he supposed to enter Olympus Academy?

Aiden's thoughts were swirling, growing more and more chaotic and erratic, when he suddenly paused.

"That's it!"

It was as if a switch had been flipped in his head.

The movement technique, [Sunlight Shuttle], wasn't about specific pathways or precise circulation, nor was it about intricate and mesmerizing footwork. The movements themselves were ordinary, but the true technique lay in transforming your body into light.

If you could achieve that, everything else became secondary. If you could move at the speed of light, all other techniques would be unnecessary, and perhaps even a hindrance. The essence of the art was not in the complexity of the motions, but in the mastery of becoming light itself—a state where all other skills faded into irrelevance!

Boom!

The second Aiden made this realization, his mind seemed to pop open, it was almost as if a completely new world had been unveiled to him.

The man seemed to respond to Aiden's realization, standing up before floating into the sky as if trying to compete with the sun. In that moment, the man appeared more than human—he seemed to embody the very essence of a mythical deity, newly born into the world!

Just as Aiden was beginning to tap into that mystical feeling of divine transcendence, his vision went black as the world spun. The next time Aiden opened his eyes, he was back in the room, sitting cross-legged in front of the scroll of the man sitting on a rock.