Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

The old man’s face grew pale in fear. He turned toward Alex, who couldn’t give an answer right away. “I sensed something outside, like space aura leeching away from the stones. I didn’t have a lot of time to check.”

“Then we need to go out right now,” the old man said. He walked up to a stone dais at the center of the grassland and stood atop it, calling the other two to gather by.

Then, they were teleported back outside.

Alex felt his senses being restricted again, the freedom he had earlier vanishing. He used his reduced senses and felt the space aura around the cylinder.

There was no doubt that the space aura was in fact being pulled out of the space stones and into whatever the spatial pocket. However, the amount was so tiny that he wondered if it was going to affect anything in the immediate future.

“Well, I have good news,” Alex said quickly. “You don’t have to worry about the spatial pocket falling apart any time soon. Yes, it is slowly taking away from the space stones, but the speed is quite slow. Based on my observation, at the current rate, the space stones should last another hundred thousand years at least. Although, I have not worked with space stones before, so I cannot guarantee that the rate won’t change as the space stones grow smaller.”

The old man frowned a little. “That’s not good,” he said. “I should warn the others that this might be the case. They should learn to make use of it better.”

Alex nodded.

Still, he couldn’t help but be surprised by what was there. The old man had managed to create a realm out of mere space stones. If he had the space stones that Alex had consumed, he would’ve likely created a free world for everyone else to live in.

Although, the land within it would have to be taken from Hell, which would end up making Hell smaller.

“Do either of you want to cultivate inside?” the old man asked. “I can make preparations if you will need to.”

“I can see if that will help me,” Bladedance said.

Alex shook his head. “I don’t think so,” he said. “At least not yet. I need to get rid of this seal around me first. I’ll need some time for that.”

Bladedance gave him a weird look, as if the mere thought of getting rid of a seal placed on him by a Half-god was stupid to begin with. But she didn’t voice her opinion. The way both the tree and the tiger had threatened her from acting against him, she would rather let him do whatever he did.

A young man arrived next to them. “Grand Elder, the sect master wishes you to know that rooms have been prepared for the guests. I can show you the way when you’re ready.”

The young man tried his best not to look toward Alex or Bladedance.

Alex narrowed his eyes upon seeing the young man. He remembered his name: Lang Luxin.

This was the young man he had first met upon entering the Inner Desert. The young man had shot an arrow at him, thinking he was part of the competition to join the Endless Night sect.

It seemed he had successfully entered the sect and was a disciple now.

“Do you guys want to stay around longer?” the old man asked the two.

“No. I want to rest for now.”

The old man nodded and had the young man take them away.

The young man had no way of recognizing Alex, especially since he had never shown his face that time. Maybe he could put two and two together later, but for now he did not know who he was.

The rooms for disciples or elders were carved into the canyon itself. There were very few buildings actually built on the ground given the narrow pathways of the canyon.

Alex’s room was at one end of a long canyon pathway, while Bladedance had received one that was further away, deeper.

“Rest up. I will go rest too. If you need me, just find a disciple to show you the way. They know where my workshop is.”

“Wait,” Alex said before the old man left. “I have a request.”

The old man paused. “What do you need?” he asked.

“When you are free, could you help make a formation for me?” he asked.

“Sure, what sort do you want?” he asked.

“One that hurts me mentally,” Alex said.

The old man paused for a bit. “What? Do you mean something that alleviates your mental pain?” he asked.

“No, something that hurts me. You know the type of formations that destroy Sun Wraiths? I need that, but stronger. Strong enough to destroy me mentally.”

The old man didn’t know what to say. “Why would you…”

“The seal around him gives me pain when I try to open it,” Alex explained. “To open it all, to tear through it all, I need to withstand as much pain as I can. I need to train for that.”

The old man thought for a bit. “Okay. I can see what I can do. It’ll take some days.”

“Take weeks,” Alex said. “I’m not going anywhere.”

The old man nodded. “Anything else?”

Alex shook his head.

The old man left, leaving Alex behind with Bladedance.

“When do we start helping you train?” Bladedance asked.

“Sometime later,” Alex said. He needed to cultivate first of all and absorb a few Sunhearts at the very least. He didn’t know how many he would need though, so he had to do it one by one, checking in on his Soul Space and Spiritual Sea each time he did.

“Let me know when you are ready,” Bladedance said. “I likely won’t be going anywhere either.”

Alex gave a thankful nod.

After Bladedance too left him, Alex climbed into the room that was prepared for him and immediately sat on the bed. Without wasting any more time, he brought out an infected Beast Core and began cultivating.