Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

“I attacked my own people, huh? And vanished afterward too,” Bladedance said, reading through the book with a mocking voice. “That bastard actually has the gall to spread such false information. What more, not a single person even checked to see if that was true or not.”

“I do not know why the other gods didn’t bother checking,” the Wine God said. “But I believe the Sky God did try, but she could not. She could not tell where you were.”

Bladedance frowned for a moment and then nodded. It made sense that even a Half-God like the Sky God couldn’t find her since she was in Hell, where Heaven was just a husk of its former self.

She continued reading, grumbling all the while, and went through the other events that had happened since her time in Hell. There had been nothing substantial as far as she could tell. Life truly was peaceful.

In this time of peace, the older generation had hidden away, giving space for the new ones to shine. Several tournaments had taken place, the most prominent of which took place 10 thousand years ago, where juniors who didn’t belong to any great sects or cults were given a chance to show their potential.

Several people had come out on top back then.

And of course, there was the Alchemy tournament too that Alex had taken part in. His name stood in stark contrast to the others in those records.

“There’s nothing here about him being sent to Hell. Was that kept under wraps?” Bladedance asked.

“To the regular public, he simply vanished. No one was ever made aware of where he vanished to,” the Wine God said. “That record simply wouldn’t have something like that. I do have another one that holds a much more detailed record of everything that transpired back then, but I don’t think you will be needing it with the source standing right before you.”

Bladedance paused for a moment and nodded. The rest of the books went into a little more detail about the various other events that she had already read about, which she skimmed through as she wasn’t fully interested in all of them. After a while, she closed the books and passed them back to the Wine God.

“Bring the last ones.”

The Wine God nodded and left.

Alex looked at his master curiously, trying to determine what it was she wanted to learn about. Surely she had learned everything she wanted to, hadn’t she?

“What’s wrong?” Bladedance asked upon noticing his look. “Is there something you want to ask me?”

“Well, I’m just curious what we’re still doing here. We’ve learned all we came to learn, haven’t we?” Alex asked.

Bladedance grinned. “Not everything. There’s still something important that requires our attention, whether we want to or not.”

Alex narrowed his eyes. “And that is?”

“You’ll see soon.”

Alex couldn’t help but be intrigued by Bladedance’s words and looked forward to seeing what it was that she had asked for. It wasn’t long before the Wine God returned.

And this time, he held nothing but a few slips of paper. Not even a full book.

“Here you go, senior. These are all the ones we have,” the Wine God said, handing over the papers.

Bladedance took the slips and placed them on the table, and read aloud what was written on one of them.

“The savior stirs the heavens, giving birth to one who does not exist. The day is his, but pain is all that showers from the sky. A decision will be made, for the one who sees the stars is haunted by that which they cannot see.”

Once she finished, she turned toward Alex, who continued staring with a blank look on his face.

“What… what is this?” he asked.

Bladedance looked at the paper and explained. “Since Soulmother considers you to be the Savior, I wanted to see some prophecies about him. This one in particular is about the Savior and what he does or what happens to him in the Medicine World.”

“You… you asked for prophecies?” Alex asked.

“I may not trust prophecies of the others, but I very much trust the Divination God’s prophecies, which is where the prophecy of the Savior comes from,” Bladedance said. “This is just one of the many.”

Alex didn’t know what to say. “So if I’m the Savior as the Beast God suspects, does that mean I am destined to make this thing come true?” he asked. “What if I just refuse to do it instead? Now that I know the prophecy, I can just never have it come true.”

“You can’t,” Bladedance said. “Because it already has come true.”

Alex blinked. “What?”

“Here, read the description of this prophecy,” Bladedance said, passing along the piece of paper.

Alex took the page and read the explanation underneath. According to the page, him bringing the Heavenly Principal when he learned his Axiom was him stirring the heavens. He had won the tournament, the day was his, but instead the day had turned sour with the world turning against him.

Starsight, the one who sees the stars, was haunted by the future she saw where everything led to destruction. And thus, the decision was made to send him to Hell.

Everything that happened fit well with the prophecy of the Savior in the Medicine World, leading everyone who cared enough to read it to think of Alex as the savior.

“It was the Beast God who brought it to my attention at first,” the Wine God explained. “Looking at what had happened, it does make sense that he would be the Savior.”

“It does,” Bladedance said. “But you don’t fully trust it, do you?”

The Wine God nodded and took the next slip of paper, reading it.

“He will come when the blue fowl runs afoul. With Crimson shall he bring forth crimson. And the city shall witness the arrival of the savior who will save the world,” he finished, placing it down.

“Someone else has already fulfilled this prophecy.”