Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

“What’s a Voidseer?” Alex asked curiously.

“I have no clue,” the old man said. “I would assume it’s something like a seer.”

“I thought so too, but why call them a Voidseer?” Alex asked.

The old man shrugged. “This poem is nearly a million years old. Who knows what they called anything back in those days? The fact that we can read these words at all should be something to be happy about.”

Bladedance walked over to the text as well and frowned. “You can read it?” she asked. “Isn’t that written in the Demon’s script?”

“I come from one of the lower worlds that used to belong to demons. I had to learn the Human script instead,” Alex answered. Although, that was a bit of a lie. He hadn’t had to learn anything at all. He somehow knew how to read those things from the start.

“A lower world?” she said with a surprised look, considering everything she had learned about him today. She looked at the text with a curious look as well and asked them to read it for her.

Alex relayed the words written in the poem.

“Voidseer… I can guess what they mean,” she said. “It’s someone who sees into the Void.”

“What does Void have to do with a seer?” Alex asked.

“It might not be a literal title. Maybe it’s someone who sees beyond space and time, a Divination seer of the old times.”

Alex thought for a moment and nodded. That made enough sense. He looked back at the poem. “So if a seer is meant to be a seer, then this has to be a text about a prophecy, right?”

“Maybe,” Bladedance said. “It sounds like something written by someone else based on what a seer divined.”

“So… did this ever come true?” Alex asked, turning toward the old man.

The old man looked at the two of them and shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t know what most of this really even means. This was from a time so long ago that it could have already been fulfilled a long time ago. There was another half to this poem too, but I can’t recall it anymore. That might’ve explained more.”

“Is there a way to find that anymore?” Alex asked.

“I doubt it. Things have been destroyed over and over and over in the last hundreds of thousands of years. Things that replaced things that were destroyed have also long since been destroyed and replaced themselves. There is nothing of the past that still remains in Hell.”

“I see. That’s a shame,” Alex said. He read the poem one last time, wondering only briefly if the ’two’ mentioned were the same two he was thinking of. After that, he followed the old man into the sect.

Bladedance made no effort in hiding herself, so her fair skin was a shock to everyone that saw her as she walked in. Some ran away out of fright, some prepared for battle, and some simply stood stunned, unable to decide what it was they were supposed to do at all.

Death’s presence among them was one that sent their entire sect into chaos.

The old man tried to explain what was going on, but it wasn’t until many of the elders had arrived that he even got a chance to explain at all.

The sect master of the sect was among them, who glanced to Bladedance and Alex with a look of both preparedness and fear.

“Grand Elder, is… everything well?” the sect master asked.

“Don’t worry, Langwan. She has fully regained her memories. She won’t kill anyone, so long as you don’t give her a reason to,” the old man said.

The sect master took his words into consideration and nodded. “And him?” he asked next. “It’s said he was responsible for killing an entire sect.”

“That wasn’t him,” the old man said.

“You can use that array you used on me to find the truth,” Alex said. “I killed some who attacked me, but the rest were killed by someone else.”

“Who?” the sect master asked.

“Someone who gains to stand something if that sect was dead. See if there are any organizations or sects around that city that have flourished after the other sect’s destruction. The witness who said he saw me kill everyone confessed that he had been paid to say so. So I’m sure you won’t have a difficult time finding anything.”

The sect master looked at Alex for a few long seconds before slowly nodding. “We will investigate this. Regardless of who you are, or if the grand elder tries to protect you, if we find out that you have lied regarding this situation, you will still be punished.”

Alex shrugged. There was nothing more for him to say here.

“Stop gaping around!” the sect master shouted at everyone. “Go back to your duties.”

The sect finally came alive again, people moving away from the crowd, many still glancing toward them from time to time.

“Langwan, have someone prepare two rooms for them,” the sect master said. “They are our esteemed guests.”

The sect master nodded. “I’ll have someone do that immediately.”

The sect master left, and the old man turned toward Alex and Bladedance. “It’ll take a few minutes for your rooms to be prepared. Why don’t I show you around the sect in the meanwhile? You can rest later.”

Bladedance shrugged, not really caring what she had to do next.

But Alex had something specific he wanted. “Can you show me how it is that your sect can produce Immortals?” he asked. “I’ve been wanting to find that out for a long time.”

Bladedance’s eyes narrowed. “Immortals?” she asked.

“Yes,” Alex explained. “Senior here has found a way to produce Immortal Qi in Hell that isn’t destroyed immediately.”

Her eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Can we see that?” she asked.

The old man looked at the two and grinned. “You’re curious about my ingenuity?” he asked with a light chuckle. “Alright, come. I’ll show you how I’ve gone beyond Hell’s mandate.”