Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

“How did you manage to do it so quickly?” Alex asked. “Can you grow a clone in a matter of seconds?”

“Growing a clone takes time, regardless of the quality of the clone you are making. However, it does take significantly less time if the quality is low and you’re willing to skip out on a few of the organs a clone might have. For example, their spiritual roots.”

“On average, it took me about a month to fully grow a person to their adult size in this incubation chamber,” the man said. “That was of course in the chamber. In reality, it only took me on average 10 minutes to fully grow a human.”

“Speeding up time in the chambers and slowing down time for everyone who had to go through the customization option before the game began, I was able to prepare clones of everyone with ample time,” the man said. “Although, there was a point during the start where the number of people joining was so high that I simply couldn’t do anything but say we needed time.”

“I see,” Alex said. “So that’s how the clones came to be.”

“Yes,” the man said.

The man started walking away and Alex looked at the chamber one last time before walking behind him.

“So the chambers are useless now?” he asked.

“Uhh… it can still be used, but not in the same way I had prepared before. Honestly, it had taken me at least 5 decades to fully prepare everything before, so I don’t want to do it all over again,” the man said.

“How does it work exactly? Making clones I mean. What sort of resources do you use?” Alex asked.

“You take some blood from someone and use that with some techniques that help you turn it into an embryo. Ones that happens, they stay in the water in those chambers where nutrients are slowly fed through the tubes into the water. The formations on top and bottom of those chambers help with speeding up the absorption of the ingredients by the embryo.”

“As for resources exactly, there isn’t really any requirement per se. It’s just that the better the organic resource you use, the better the clone ends up being,” the man said. “I mostly used fruits, flowers, vegetables, any sort of degradable junk, even manure to be used as resources. If you really are planning on making a clone though, you need to use high-grade alchemy ingredients for sure.”

“I don’t,” Alex said. “Making clones hurts your soul right? I don’t want to give away more than I already have.”

“That’s not wrong,” the man said as he nodded. “Fortunately, it’s still during a time when your soul has plenty of chance to grow.”

“I hope so,” Alex said.

They walked next to a massive stone platform that could only be the Intercontinental Teleportation formation.

“Yeah,” the man said. “You can only use it one at a time.”

“How did you manage to teleport everyone out of here?” Alex asked. “When you needed to send them out there to play the game.”

“Uhh, I would wait for people to gather up and would send them to the other continents randomly,” the man said. “I would have more than a hundred coming in every few minutes, so I would group those people up and send them to wherever I could.”

“Western continent just happened to be one you didn’t really want to choose, huh?” Alex asked.

“I mean, it’s far away. It’s near twice the distance away in comparison to the Eastern continent which is already the second farthest continent from here. I only sent people there when I had a particularly large group prior that I had sent to the other continents.”

“I didn’t want to overcrowd those other continents, so I would choose to send the rest of the Western Continent,” he said. “If I could choose to not have to send people to the Western continent, I would, but I really needed to send everyone, everywhere. That was the only way to be certain that I tried my best.”

Alex shook his head. “When will we be going to the Western continent?” he asked. “In 2 weeks?”

“A few days after you return from the Northern Continent,” the man said. “Why?”

“How do you plan on teleporting those people back here?” Alex asked. “As far as I know, the Western Continent does not have an Intercontinental Teleportation formation.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. It does have one,” the man said.

Alex gave a surprised look. “It does? But I’m very sure that the Teleportation formation was destroyed and looted during the invasion there. How can there be one?” he asked.

“There is,” the man said. “As I said, don’t worry about it.”

The man started walking away, and Alex followed him.

Alex wasn’t really worried, so much as he was confused. Were the reports from the 10 elders about the details of the invasion exaggerated? That shouldn’t have been the case.

As Alex wondered what was going on, he saw the senior stop walking and stopped himself. That was when he noticed that he had arrived in front of a small platform, and on that platform was a girl.

The girl was currently cultivating. She sat in a lotus formation, wearing a green and white robe, with her hair in a ponytail.

Alex could see some semblance of Emily’s features on the girl’s face. He was sure others would see his features in it as well.

The girl breathed in and out slowly, seemingly unaware of the people that had arrived next to her.

“Ronron,” the senior spoke. “I know you know we’re here.”

“Master, I’m cultivating. Please don’t disturb me,” the girl said, without opening her eyes.

“Ronron, you have a visitor,” the senior said.

“Oh,” the girl said. “Who?”

She finally opened her eyes to look at who had arrived, and as she did, Alex saw her eyes.

Such unique eyes.

Her right eye glowed with a bright green iris, while her left eye glowed with a pale silver iris. And they both stared right at him.

The girl’s eyes brightened to be nearly twice as big when she saw Alex. Even if she had never met him before, she had seen her father’s pictures and knew what he looked like.

“P-papa?” she called with a surprised voice. “How are you young again?”

“Hello, Ronron,” Alex spoke. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Huh?” the girl was confused and looked at the senior. “Is that… not my father?”

“He is your father,” the man said. “Just the one you’ve never met before. Remember what I told you about your father before?”

The girl nodded for a moment before shock filled her face as she truly remembered what he had told her. She turned around toward Alex, who was still smiling at her.

She gulped once before speaking, “H-hello, father,” she said.

Alex shook his head. “You don’t have to call me father if you don’t want to,” he said quickly.

“But I have to,” the girl said as she snuck a glance toward the senior next to her. “After all, you are my biological father.”