Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

The one speaking to Alex had a voice foreign to anything he had ever heard in his life. And yet, at the same time, it felt so very familiar.

With the effects of the pressure lessened by a great degree, Alex slowly raised his head to look ahead at the patriarch.

The patriarch of the White Tiger stood still, frozen in his place, his eyes slightly widened at that moment.

Alex could see both surprise and fear in his eyes, but what took Alex’s attention was instead something entirely different.

Before the patriarch, standing tall and proud, was a man with his back turned to Alex. His two hands were behind his back, as though the matter of this room were of no concern to him.

What confused Alex was that despite the man standing right in between him and the patriarch, he could somehow see both the man and the patriarch without any obstruction.

The man wasn’t illusory or translucent as to make Alex see past him. No, he was wholly not real at all. The most update n0vels are published on novel•fire.net

Alex could tell that the man did not exist in real life. He simply existed in his mind, with all of his long black hair and white robe.

The man was his madness.

The man was the Sun God.

With his back turned to Alex, the man raised his hand toward the patriarch. Then, the man spoke, his voice loud and raging like a monumental pyre.

“Remember your vows!”

While Alex saw the figure before him and heard him, the rest of the four White Tigers could not hear anything.

And yet, despite that, they could all sense a change in the aura surrounding Alex. What was previously weak was now suddenly burning. Their senses were instantly ruined, all aura forcing itself upon him gone.

The patriarch could tell something had happened, but as to what exactly, he could never tell.

And then, they all sensed it.

Like a slow pulse expanding from within Alex, it came as a soft glow to their senses. It felt weak at first, but when it passed through them, they realized their mistake.

Bai Fulin let out a blood-curdling scream as she fell to the ground, her giant body twisting and turning on the ground as pain filled her every essence.

The patriarch felt the pain too, but not to such an extent that he fell like his grandchild. Still, he was forced to lower himself, feeling pain that he hadn’t experienced in many, many millennia.

Since the pain wasn’t as unbearable as what Bai Fulin felt, it allowed the patriarch to feel the full extent of the deep sense of dread that came for him, not from anywhere outside of him, but rather directly from his own body.

His own bloodline was ready to fight against him if it was necessary.

Pearl and Bai Jingshen felt their bloodline go against them in that moment as well, but instead of pain, they felt an emergence of a deep sense of shame that they could not explain.

Bai Zhuqiang, in his 570 thousand years of being the White Tiger’s patriarch and over 900 thousand years of being alive, had never once felt such a thing at all.

The feeling was one he could not explain verbally, but if there was one thing he could equate it to, it would be the aftermath of failing to keep up a Heavenly Oath.

’Our Heavenly vows,’ the patriarch realized. ’Why… why is it fighting back?’

He looked toward Alex and saw his eyes suddenly glow with a bright yellow color for a second, gleaming with a light that seemed to blind the patriarch.

As though he was staring directly at the sun.

And then, he heard the voice as well, like a raging fire.

“Those who will not keep to their vows, do not deserve my blessing.”

The words rang like gongs in his head, their meanings revealing truths in his mind that had been covered in layers of dust. The vows, the blessings—it could only mean one thing.

’The one who blesses! The one from the sun,’ he thought. ’The Sun God!’

His eyes went wide the moment his mind caught up to the truth. He didn’t know what was happening or how it was possible, but for whatever reason, he now fully believed that the one standing before him was none other than the Sun God himself.

The patriarch felt something creep toward him and knew almost instinctively what he had to do next.

He immediately fell to the floor, his head bowed deeper than ever before.

“I was wrong!” he shouted. “Forgive me, our lord. Forgive me!”

The patriarch remained on the floor for a long time, waiting for whatever it was that approached him to reach him, but it never did.

Instead, his blood stopped acting against him, no longer in constant turmoil. The pain he felt vanished as well.

It wasn’t just for him, but everyone else as well.

Bai Fulin slowly got back up from the floor, her fur drenched in sweat even after such a short struggle. Pearl and Bai Jingshen were not much better. While they weren’t in pain, they had been scared out of their minds, their bodies covered in sweat.

The patriarch finally stood up, staring at Alex whose eyes still looked to him as though they were burning like the sun. He waited for Alex, or the Sun God, to say something else, but no matter how much he waited, no other words came.

He waited for a very long time before he realized something strange.

“He… he’s in a trance.”

The others finally turned toward Alex, realizing that he could not see or hear them. While his body was frozen, knelt to the ground, his mind was no longer there.

The patriarch stared at Alex for a moment longer before taking his eyes away.

“Uhh…” he looked toward Pearl, words failing him. After a moment, he finally spoke again. “I… I approve of this bond. You do not have to undo it.”