Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

The Wine God reached for the remaining slips of paper, pulling two of them out and placing them aside before handing the rest to Bladedance.

Bladedance took the pages, quickly counting them. “There are only 6 of them?” she asked with a curious expression. “I expected more.”

The Wine God held an apologetic smile. “Sadly, the prophecies made by the Divination God are hardly a public affair in most cases, so most of those who learned of one have long since died. If not for that, we would likely have a lot more.”

Bladedance rifled through the pages. “Still, I suppose 6 isn’t a bad number. It’s more than enough to figure out if any of them have come true or not,” she said, proceeding to read the first page out loud.

“The Savior will find light in the grave of the Wicked.”

As soon as she finished reading it, her eyes narrowed in concentration. “Grave of the Wicked? Who is the wicked?”

“Unclear,” the Wine God answered.

“Where does this originate then?”

“That too is unclear. Most of the prophecies do not speak of a location as they did with the one in the Spear Continent or the Medicine World.”

Bladedance looked back down at the page, staring at the lack of description. That meant the prophecy hadn’t come true at all. She handed the page over to Alex, who looked at it for a moment.

He hadn’t ever heard of anyone being referred to as the Wicked. ’I can’t trust the information in a prophecy,’ he thought. ’They are always meant to be cryptic.’

He read through it a few times before placing it down. He waited for Bladedance to read the next one.

Bladedance blinked, a look of surprise flashing across her face before she read the second prophecy.

“When the 7th sister dies, the Savior shall kill the last one.”

Alex frowned. “I’ll do what now?”

“You’ll kill a bunch of women,” Bladedance said before her eyes narrowed. “How many Fatekeepers are there?”

“Seven in total,” the Wine God said, his body growing rigid. “Surely that’s not what this means.”

“It might be if there were 8,” Bladedance said. “Who would even be the last one?”

Alex repeated the words in his mind again. “It’s not saying I will have to kill 7 of them, does it? Just the last one. If the prophecy is to be trusted, it doesn’t matter how the others die.”

Bladedance paused. “Now that you mention it, you’re right.” She turned the page over to see if anything else was written on it before passing it to Alex. “Hopefully, you will find a chance to kill Starsight.”

Alex’s body stiffened for a second before slowly nodding.

“Next one,” Bladedance continued. “The Savior shall command his army, and they shall appear when the world needs them the most.”

There was another short discussion on what that could mean. Alex couldn’t imagine what his army could be. But if there ever was one in the future, it no doubt had to be his cult. So was it a prophecy of him creating a cult in the future?

More than that, what exactly did it mean by appearing when the world needed them the most? When exactly would that be?

Alex had more or less begun to consider himself as the Savior in these scenarios and started considering under what circumstances these could come true. He barely even gave it any thought that he might not be the savior at all.

There was already evidence of Longstrike likely being one, but more than that, if this world had any true Savior, then it would have to be the current True God, Shumi.

Bladedance flipped to the next page.

“The Savior scatters his light among the many spirits, planting seeds of protection against the shadows.”

She flipped the page. “Oh! Obtained in the Eclipsing Heaven Realm through the Speed God.”

“Against the shadows?” Alex thought, remembering his time in the Eclipsing Heaven Realm. The realm itself wasn’t what was interesting about the place, but what lay above them in the night. “The Ever Dark Realm?”

Bladedance flicked the pages. “Must be it. I can’t imagine another important shadow around the Eclipsing Heaven Realm.”

Alex nodded, agreeing with her.

The Wine God, however, had to interject. “While the prophecy was obtained in the Eclipsing Heaven Realm, there is no guarantee that it is the realm it talks about. It could be any other realm, and the prophecy just happened to reach there.”

“Then this is the same as every other one, isn’t it?” Bladedance asked with a grimace. “So much for the information on the back.”

The old man gave an apologetic smile.

Bladedance tossed the piece of paper toward Alex, reading the first of the last 2 pages before her.

“Three stars shine bright.

When one dies, the world cries.

The second is safe, far away.

The last survives when the Savior arrives.”

“A poem?” Alex asked.

“Reads like it,” Bladedance said. “Although, I can’t tell what it’s about. Three stars?”

Alex pondered the words, recognizing that there weren’t many things that there were 3 of in the world—at least, not ones he held any importance to.

The only one that came to the forefront of his mind were the Demonic Trees.

’The first is the World Tree. The second likely is the Soulmother Tree. So, the third one must be the Tree of Life,’ he thought and remembered the many seeds he had in his Soul Space currently, waiting to be planted. ’It would’ve died, never passing along the seed anywhere. Not until I had arrived in Hell.’

Alex didn’t speak it out loud for now, not with the Wine God present. He had no intention of letting the old man learn about the Demonic Trees—especially not the fact that he had the World Tree in his Soul Space.

He quickly looked through the page once it was handed to him, feigning confusion, before looking to Bladedance.

“What’s the last one?”