Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

“The decision has been made,” the Storm God said. “I shall be the one to do it then.”

He took the talisman from the Sword God’s hands and walked over to Alex, who stared at the Storm God with visible fury.

The Storm God stood before him, looking down on him. “Resent me if you wish, but I will do what I must to protect our world.”

“Do you trust prophecies so much, Storm God?” Alex asked.

“Normally, I would be skeptical,” the Storm God said. “But this one has some weight behind it. I cannot be certain that the divination was true or not, but I can tell you no one else can perform a divination better than what has been performed today.

“If the future is set, then how will anything you do affect it at all?” Alex asked. “Isn’t what you are doing at this very moment useless to begin with?”

“Useless? Perhaps,” the Storm God said. “But we still must act. If I know the world is in danger, then I cannot sit by and do nothing. Even if what I do is useless, I can at least live with a clear mind that I did something.”

Alex glared at him.

The Storm God placed his hand atop Alex’s body and did something to him. Alex couldn’t immediately tell what had been done, but whatever it was made him feel as if all of his senses had been muffled.

Even the pain in his body felt muffled.

The Storm God continued to speak, but his words sounded drowned out.

“I am not such a monster that I won’t let you say your farewell,” the man said. “You may speak to your master and disciple before you leave.”

Silvermist found himself pulled away from Grimsight’s side, and so did Momo. They arrived before Alex in an instant, placed there by the Storm God.

“Dawnblade!”

“Master?”

Momo had been unconscious until this very moment. She had fainted when she first witnessed her master dying, so when she was woken up and brought here, she was quite surprised to see Alex completely awake and alive.

“You… you are alive! How?… I saw you die!”

“Your master is tough to kill,” Alex said with a gentle smile, trying to muster up his courage to say the farewell.

Alex didn’t know what he could tell these people at this moment. No words could bridge the gap that was about to come between them for so many years going into the future.

“Master… Momo,” Alex slowly said. “I’m sorry, but it appears I will be leaving you for a while.”

“No,” Silvermist quickly said. “There has to be something else. Your Majesty, my disciple cannot be sent to that realm. He will die there. Please find kindness in your heart to excuse him of such a fate.”

“Your disciple is strong enough to likely survive there like all others have, so I won’t be changing this verdict,” the Storm God said. “Besides, it is not just my decision. Every one of us made that decision. It is not something that we will take back so easily.”

“But your majesty–”

“Master, it’s alright. I won’t die,” Alex said. “I promise you, I won’t die. It has been done before by the Hell Emperor, so I will just do it again. I will escape from Hell, no matter what. Trust in your disciple.”

Silvermist tried to argue against Alex’s words, to tell him how dangerous it was, but he couldn’t say it. It was not something he should even say at that moment.

“Momo, learn what I’ve taught you and do your best. You have the capacity to surpass me. By the time I return, I want you to have surpassed me. Can you do that?”

Momo nodded furiously. “I will do it, Master. I will become strong. You must come back to see me rise.”

Alex smiled. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He gave her a hug.

Momo cried while Alex patted her back. He wanted to cry too, but the anger he felt at that moment was much bigger than his pain. He was barely hiding it at all.

He turned to his master next. “If anyone comes claiming to be my family, please take care of them. I came all this way searching for them, and now I won’t be able to.”

“Don’t worry. I will take good care of them,” Silvermist said. “You need not worry about anything else.”

Alex nodded. He stood up next and turned toward the gathered gods and representatives. “If you think Hell will stop me in the slightest, then you are sadly mistaken. It is but another obstacle for me to overcome. And I will overcome it like I have every other in my life. I’ll show you. I’ll show you all.”

“The two of you, step back,” the Storm God ordered and moved close to Alex, holding the talisman in his hand. He pressed it on Alex’s chest next but didn’t immediately activate it.

“Once I use this, you will go to Hell. At that point, everything you own, everything you know will be gone. If you have knowledge to share with others, this is the time,” he said.

Alex looked at the Storm God, stared at him for a moment, and smiled. “Do you wish to learn the Undying Physique, Storm God?” he asked.

The Storm God’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “Can you pass along the inheritance?” he asked.

“In just three simple words,” Alex said.

The Storm God got even more excited now. “How? Tell me.”

Alex got closer, wanting to whisper it to him. The Storm God leaned in closer to hear. Alex told him those three words loud enough for everyone else to hear.

“GO SCREW YOURSELF!”

The Storm God stiffened at that moment, anger bubbling in him. “Is that so?” he asked, the pressure around him immediately buckling Alex’s knees. The bones in his body began creaking from the pressure, but Alex stood tall, glaring at him even as his entire body was wrapped in pain.

“You deserve no farewell,” the Storm God said and activated the formation.

Silver energy exploded from the talisman, immediately covering Alex at that moment. Alex did not do anything to stop it at all. All he did was get back up once the Storm God’s pressure was released and turn to look at all others.

He looked to Aethersage and the others who watched with a stunned expression. He looked at the gods next, all of whom seemed satisfied with the decision. Sword God especially seemed incredibly happy about it.

He was the one who Godslayer wanted dead, the one who was the first to try and kill him among them all. Alex absolutely hated them.

Their eyes met, and while Alex could say something, he didn’t. He simply smiled toward the man with a mocking intent. That was all the man needed to know that he was not safe.

However he could, Alex would come back from Hell. When he did, he would be strong enough so that none of these people would ever be a threat to him.

He would be what they feared him to be. The Destroyer.

A vortex appeared in the sky at the same time, a maelstrom of silver, amplifying the teleportation energy from the talisman. The maelstrom descended, grabbing onto Alex.

In the next moment, the teleportation was complete.

Alex was gone.

Gone to Hell.

[End of Volume 7: The Grand Alchemy Convergence]