Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

God’s Origin was an island west of the coast of the Pillheaven Continent. Although it was called an island, it was still nearly the size of the Southern Continent back in the 3rd Major Spirit realm. It had nothing influential about it or had a place that one had to visit, but as the birthplace of the Alchemy God, it was indeed one of those locations that everyone simply wanted to visit.

And now, Alex had finally come here as well.

“This is where he was born,” Alex said in a low voice as he walked out of the intercontinental teleportation formation. The place was busy, full of people who had come to take part in the festival that was going to take place here soon.

And yet, Alex could hear or see nothing. It all fell silent for him, no movement to his eyes. He could only hear his own heartbeat as he felt emotional about the fact that he had come so close to the place where the person to who he owed his life to had lived.

The Alchemy God was long since dead, but Alex still wanted to get to know him. See where he lived, hear what he did. There were so many stories for him to learn about him.

“The First Alchemy God,” Silvermist said. “Or at least, the first one to become a god in a long, long time. Makes you feel quite excited being in the same place as someone as legendary as him, doesn’t it?”

“It does, master. Will I learn more about him here?” Alex asked.

“Maybe,” Silvermist said. “Depends on how much you already know about him.”

“Not much,” Alex said, going through his mind for all the little information. “Actually, nothing at all.”

Alex didn’t even know his name. Silvermist smiled. “We will fix that soon.”

God’s Origin was ruled by a single alchemy guild that went by the name of the Royal Sprout guild. Apparently, it was the Alchemy Guild where the Alchemy God belonged to nearly 250 thousand years in the past, back when he made his great debut as an alchemist.

They had their main guild in Pillheaven, but a branch of theirs was in this place as well, governing the island. Due to the size of the island, it was pretty much a continent of its own, and had its own unique culture, apart from Pillheaven.

Alex and the other two found themselves a place to stay within Twobone City, and Silvermist asked Alex to go find out the dates of the festival.

Alex didn’t even know what the festival itself was. That was something he was supposed to find out on his own as well.

He had heard it being called the Healing Festival, so there was something. Alex walked around Twobone City, seeing what was so different about it all. There was nothing there that he found to be so different from the other places, but the more he walked around, the more he noticed something.

There was a suspiciously low amount of strong cultivators in the city. Most of whom he saw were just in the Saint realm or Immortal realm. Finding anyone stronger than that was quite difficult.

He had been through 2 entire continents now and that was not the case at all. Divine realm cultivators were few, but they were not rare. Walking down any street in any city would have him see at least 10 different ones before he returned.

And here, there were none at all. Or at least, they weren’t outside in the streets. That was curious, to say the least. He would have to ask more about it to his master later.

Alex didn’t really know where he was supposed to find the information about the festival. He could most likely just ask anyone else, but he also wanted to go around the city to enjoy it freely, so he did so.

After some time, he found himself in an alchemy shop where he wanted to check. He wanted to see what the quality of pills was here in the place where the first Alchemy God was born.

Alex walked into the shop and looked around. The shop didn’t look as extravagant as the many other shops he had been to on the other continents, but this… this was quite bad.

‘Maybe they don’t care about aesthetics as much,’ Alex thought. He understood what mattered more were the pills and ingredients.

And yet, when he looked at those, they were quite bad too. They weren’t bad in the sense that they were low quality, but that there simply was too little. For a place such as this, he had thought there would be a larger variety.

Alex didn’t know what to say. It would be rude to make that observation publicly, so he decided to keep his mouth—

“Why are all the stores in this city so bad?” a voice said out loud in the store. Alex turned, just as many others did, to see a young woman with orange hair standing in the middle of the room with her hands crossed below her breasts and a rather frustrated look on her face.

“Miss, you can’t say that,” a person who understood shame more than she did said next to her, gently nudging her clothes to move away from the shop.

“No, I will say it,” the woman said. “I have been to so many shops. How come a single one of them doesn’t sell what I want? I thought this was supposed to be a place of great value for alchemists. Why is there nothing here?” ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

“Please, miss. Let’s just go.”

Several customers looked around at others, trying to see their reaction. A few staff members quickly walked up to the woman and spoke in hushed voices to discern what the issue was.

The young woman showed no regard for the staff and replied in a loud voice. “I came here, looking for an ingredient. I have traveled the entire city and yet I cannot find a single thing. Tell me, does your store not even sell something as simple as an Emerald Eye Berry?”

Emerald Eye Berry. A high-level Immortal-grade fruit that had medicinal properties capable of dealing with the aftereffects of strong toxins. Meaning, it was an ingredient for several antidote pills.

The information quickly came to Alex. “We do not have that, dear customer,” the female staff that looked much older than the young woman tried to calm her. “I can look up if there are some in our other branches and have those teleported here in a day. Would that be fine with you?”

“Of course not,” the young woman said. “I’m not spending another day in this city. Hmph! Can’t even sell a damn berry.”

She simply turned around and stomped off the premises of the shop.

Alex and the rest were left stunned, watching what had just happened. It took a few moments for everyone else to get back to the rhythm of things and forget what had happened.

Alex bought a few ingredients he saw and used the opportunity to ask the staff about the festival. The staff were more than happy to give him the details.

Once Alex had it all, he went back to his master.