Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Chapter 2150 Onward to Medicine World

“You know, now that I think about it… I think I killed a god up here,” Godslayer said.

Alex was in space, surrounded by not many people as he let himself open to the frigid Yin of the Ever Dark realm. Opening himself to it, his body took on the coldness of the Yin while Godslayer absorbed all the death and darkness.

The remaining began training Alex, which he had to occasionally use his Yang Qi to destroy. He had been doing so for the past 2 years, and Godslayer had absorbed quite a bit.

There was a thick cloud of that aura within his spiritual realm, which only didn’t affect him because Godslayer handled it. Once he was away from here, Godslayer was going to go on a closed cultivation of his own.

“You killed a god here?” Alex asked. “Do you remember who?”

“Uhh… it was some guy that called himself Swift God, I think. I only remember the name now, not the person. I even remember it being here because he was the only one to attack me while I was resting. I attacked everyone else, catching them by surprise. Well, almost everyone.”

“Swift God, huh?” Alex asked.

The northern continent of Eclipsing Heaven, the Skyswift Continent, was ruled by the descendants of the Swift God. Was that the same person?

There had been multiple gods throughout history with the same title, but given the coincidence, Alex chose to believe they were the same one.

Alex didn’t know whether to find it amusing or disturbing. They were talking so casually about a dead person, a god at that too. He simply chose to ignore it altogether. Godslayer talked on his own. “Swift God. I think he had a strong movement technique that made him way faster than he should have been. If you wanted to send around messages or deliver something and didn’t want to wait for the teleportation formations, you used him.”

“He was so fast he could travel the world and back in just a couple of years.”

Alex was surprised. “That is fast,” he said. He wondered if the current royal family still had that technique, or if they had given it away.

“I wonder who the current Swift God is,” Alex said. “Or if there is even one.”

“Could be either way,” Godslayer said. “Some gods refused to take up the mantle because of me, and some just wanted to be known as something else.”

Alex nodded to himself, everything about it made sense.

He returned to focusing on the Yin and Darkness before him, absorbing it all for Godslayer’s sake.

After a while, he decided to return. While Godslayer tried to persuade him to stay around some more since this was the last time they would be here, Alex knew they had to leave. They had to make their way to the Teleportation formation soon. They went back to Eclipsing Heaven, which still took Alex nearly a day to do. He made his way back to Firestar’s alchemy store. If nothing, he knew just this one pathway back to it.

Silvermist and the rest had been waiting for his arrival, so once he returned, they began making preparations to leave. Wineweed walked out around the same time, and along with him was his red-haired disciple that Alex had seen on his first day of coming here.

Alex had met the young man another time and had introduced himself. He went by the Daoist name Aethersage. Alex had no idea what that name meant, but it was a cool name.

The young man grinned and waved toward Alex, and Alex waved back. But their two masters had enough rivalry that they didn’t get to talk more than that, having to keep to themselves.

“I shall make my way there in a few years to help with the preparations. Good luck to all of you in the upcoming tournament,” Firestar said.

Alex and the other young man thanked Firestar and soon they were all on their way. Silvermist and Wineweed argued the entire way to the Inter-realm Teleportation formation where they finally stopped arguing when they were placed into different rooms.

Alex waited for the time when they would teleport away and used that period to help Godslayer get started with his own cultivation. There was a significant amount of Darkness in what he had absorbed than Death, so Alex used all of the Death aura he had gathered within the Blood God’s Manual.

Finally, after many years, the Blood God’s Manual was free of Death aura. Even then, the manual did not open up. At this point, Alex had pretty much given up on any hope he may have still had regarding the manual.

Godslayer began his cultivation, promising Alex that by the time he was done, he would be strong enough to fight early Divinities. Alex didn’t doubt that was possible, but he very much feared the sort of toll it would take on him to accept Godslayer’s help at that point.

3 days later, Alex arrived atop the Inter-realm Teleportation formation, ready along with everyone else to make his way to the Medicine World.

The sky ripped apart as a silver spatial maelstrom formed above them, and then in the next moment, it fell toward them, grabbing everyone who stood atop the formation platform.

When energy lifted back up and the sky was no longer torn apart, there was no one there at all.

Everyone had teleported away to the Medicine World.

[End of Volume 6: Life in Shadows]

* * * * * * [Extras]

Ninerise waited outside the Intercontinental teleportation formation in the Blue Silk continent with his uncle and watched as many of his family members walked out. The Lin family were all strong in their own right, but they were clearly dwarfed in more cultivation and talent by the single woman who stood among them at the center.

The woman didn’t seem old, but she felt old. Her hair was still black, and there were no wrinkles on her smooth face, but even without those, her eyes held millennia that no others did.

Her eyes landed on Ninerise and she gave a small smile.

Ninerise walked toward her. “Grandmother,” he said, walking up to her.

“Mindou, are you well?” she asked, rubbing the young man’s hair.

“Uncle has been taking good care of me,” Ninerise said.

“Is that so? Then why do I think otherwise?” the woman asked, her eyes moving between both of the men.

“There was a small issue, venerable aunt. Nothing to worry about,” the uncle said.

The woman said nothing, and they knew she had seen through them. “Tell me about it while we make our way,” she said. “We cannot let our hosts wait for too long.”

“Yes,” Ninerise said.

The woman’s arrival had been awaited by many of the people on the continent, many who had been waiting for her after coming here from the other continent as well.

Every few thousand years, the seers of all the continents got together to see the future of this world together and see where life was headed.

It was called the Great Seer Convention, and this woman was the one who stood head and shoulders above all in that.

She was the greatest seer of the continent, Seer Lin.

Everyone knew that she was the best at what she did on the continent, and many even said that she was good enough to be a Divination sage. But she understood her own inadequacies.

If she was a candle flame, then the Seer sages were bonfires. She simply could not compare.

Elder Frosteyes of the Blue Silk sect welcomed her to the Blue Silk sect when she arrived there. This convention was taking place within the Blue Silk sect, so they had all been gathered there.

There were close to a dozen Divine realm seers, some weak, some strong, who were in that place.

“I would like to speak to the disciple known as Dawnblade, if at all possible,” Seer Lin asked.

“Dawnblade? I’m afraid that is not possible, sister Lin,” Frosteyes said. “That disciple left this realm 2 years ago. He is on his way to the Medicine World for an alchemy competition.”

“Oh?” Seer Lin was surprised. She closed her eyes for a second and frowned. She tried to divine where Alex was at that point based on what little information she had about him and found absolutely nothing.

Usually, if the information was too little, she would still get an incoherent understanding of the future. But here, she was getting nothing.

“Does this disciple even exist? Are you sure he is not dead?” she asked.

Frosteyes panicked for a second before realizing what was happening. “So you struggle with it too, sister Lin. I cannot Divine anything about that boy. It just does not work.” freewebnvel.coɱ

“Hmm?” Seer Lin got curious. “It does not work? That shouldn’t be possible?”

“But it is,” Frosteyes said. “Either we are too weak or we are not talented enough to find anything about his future. I have divined with him right in front of him and failed to see anything.”

“Does he have some sort of treasure on him?” Seer Lin asked. “I wanted to learn something about him, with his permission of course.”

“That isn’t possible, I fear,” Frosteyes said.

Seer Lin was shown great hospitality and given preferential treatment while she was there. Then, the day of Divination came. The many seers gathered on a mountain peak in the Blue Silk sect, sitting at the center while figures from all around the world gathered to watch them work.

Seer Lin was at the center of it all, supported by the other seers. They were going to lend their powers to her, while she was the one who would be doing the divination.

Thunderspine watched from afar, surrounded by sect masters and family heads of various big sects and families. He was slightly worried about this year’s convention.

In the past few decades, the number of demonic sects had been increasing and he worried that it was a omen of something. Similar things were happening in the other continent too, apparently.

Seer Lin began the ritual and soon everyone was entranced into the show, watching it with deep attention. Energy of all sorts whipped around her, converging in her and above her. Colors flashed of all sorts, but mostly purple.

Seer Lin had her eyes closed until now but they opened wide, glowing brightly. At the same time, all of the other seers had their eyes turned up in their sockets as well.

They were all connected as one, and the Divination had started.

All of the dozen voices combined into one and they began speaking.

“The day is over, and we stand at twilight. The night of woe stands before us. Its sorrow is deep and its darkness eternal. We shall sleep this night and it shall be our final slumber.”

The words caused many people to stir at once.

“What did she say?”

“A night of woe?”

“What is this ominous prophecy? This can’t be right?”

Many didn’t want to believe what they were hearing. The rest tried to take the words positively. It was… difficult.

Thunderspine felt a chill go through him. He had feared and prepared for a prophecy like this, and still, he was shaken.

‘Our final slumber,’ he thought. ‘Are we… going to die?’

“NOOOOO!!” the many seers cried out at once.

“We have lost— He shall come. The night is eternal— There is light in the horizon.”

Their voices distorted into two separate ones, one high-pitched and one low-pitched, both speaking at the same time. “This is our final slumber— We will awaken.”

“Flames of Darkness— Flames of Light.”

“Burn through our heart— Burn through our skies.”

“The Ancestor of Darkness— The Scion of Light.”

“The God shall emerge— The Destroyer shall show us the way.”

“There is no tomorrow— There will be dawn.”

Then, the two voices became one once more.

“The child of 9 faces danger. Will he survive or will we die? Our fates are intertwined.”

“Save him and you shall save our savior.”

The energy surrounding the plaza disappeared, leaving behind a confused group of seers who did not understand much of what they had just said. As good as they were, they weren’t good enough to remember such extreme prophecies where they had to sift through myriad futures to land on the one that was most likely the truest.

Still, they understood the core of what they had said, and that alone caused them all to shiver. They had prophesied a grim future.

Everyone began talking among themselves while Thunderspine simply sat by himself, not saying anything. Everyone had focused on the grimness of the prophecy, seemingly ignoring something very crucial at that moment.

‘Our savior?’ he thought.

There was another prophecy from a long time ago that spoke of a savior. And it was not just in the Myriad Spirit realm.

No matter the realm, wherever there was a prophecy of the distant future, there was a prophecy about a savior. Was this the same one?

“The child of 9, what does that mean? Do you happen to know anyone that fits the description?” the man in pink robes next to him asked. He was the sect master of the Rosesteel sect and father to Primrose.

“The scion of light. This is all the same person, is it not?” the woman in green on his other side asked. She was the sect master of the Green Spring sect.

“I do not know,” Thunderspine said. “But it is imperative that we find out soon.”

* * * * * A woman walked through the decrepit hallway of a tomb, curious what she could find here. This place was open for anyone to enter, so she didn’t believe she could find anything, but still, there was nothing to lose in touring through it and everything to gain should she find something.

She was at the end of her life and needed anything she could get to progress.

Her spiritual sense ran wide, searching at every nook and corner to find anything that others might have missed. She turned multiple corners, getting deeper and deeper.

This place was like a maze. That only made her more confident that there might have been something that others missed.

The Entity at the center of the tomb had already noticed her arrival. It wasn’t a rare occurrence, after all. It simply waited, sending out its own aura that these puny Immortals would fail to sense.

It wouldn’t take long for it to affect them. After some time, the woman seemed agitated, wanting to even destroy the place to find any secret that might be within the walls.

The Entity knew that she was desperate enough to find something, anything. And thus it knew she was ready. It provided an obviously fake wall for the women to pass through.

Once the woman came on the other side, she found herself in such darkness that she couldn’t see anything. She tried to create light but found herself unable to. And for some reason, her spiritual sense did not work in here either.

“Young lady,” the Entity spoke. “This is a resting place for a fallen hero. Why do you tread into this land?” “Who?” the woman cried out, surprised. “Whose tomb is this? What is in here?”

“The tomb of the greatest god that ever lived,” the Entity said. “Would you like to learn more?”

The woman nodded in the darkness.

“Speak an oath, and you shall learn in the ways of a god.”

The woman breathed faster and faster, realizing an amazing opportunity she had found herself in. Any sense of distrust or doubt was already gone from her as she had spent a lot of time within this tomb, unknowingly absorbing its aura.

The Entity felt happy. Another insect had fallen into its trap.

The past few years have been horrible. It felt like every other day that it learned about another one of the sects that were run by people under it was destroyed. It had worked so hard to cultivate those people and they had died and it was getting more and more difficult to gain new ones.

‘I can’t wait for too long,’ the Entity thought. ‘Sooner or later I must leave this place.’

A sense of urgency grew in it as it thought of the future. And with that came a sense of anger. It remembered the past, the events that led to its near demise.

In a way, it was already dead. But there was still enough hatred left in it. It wouldn’t go out just like that.

‘The war may have been over, but my animosity still remains. Undying God! Just wait. Once I have revived, I shall come for you and all the other demons. I will destroy you all.’