Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

“You are here to save us?” one of the men asked.

“Yes.”

The hopeful look in each of the Divinities’ eyes vanished upon hearing that. How was a mere Immortal supposed to help them in any way? Still, they didn’t give up outright.

“Are the gods coming later? Are you here to deliver a message?” one of them asked.

“No.”

“Did you bring something with you then?” another asked.

“No.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I just told you,” Alex said. “I’m here to save you all.”

A strange silence spread among the 13 as none could figure out what was happening. Could the gods save them so easily that they were starting to play pranks on them?

“We don’t have the time,” Alex said, looking through the 13. “Please work with me here. I need all of you to help me break through this spatial barrier so I can teleport you all out.”

“That’s your way of saving us?” one of the men asked in a mocking tone. “Do you think we haven’t tried it? We have. It doesn’t work.”

Alex stared at the man for a moment before slowly nodding.

“Alright, here is the situation. This ship is never going to reach the Sacred Lotus Dominion. Long before it reaches there, it will come across Bladedance, the Celestial Sword God, my master. You have 5— no, 4 minutes to get out of this ship. If you can’t, my master will destroy this ship and you along with it.”

Alex looked at them all. “So, you can stand here and mock me when I ask you to do something, or you can do it and try to get out. The sand of time is slipping by, and when it empties, you will die. Your choice.”

The 13 stared at Alex with looks of horror. They had sent Xue Yu’er out to get help, but now they were being told they were going to die.

“You… you are here too. You will die as well,” one of the women said.

“I am on a suicide mission,” Alex said. “And oh look, it’s getting closer to 3 minutes now.”

“Okay, okay!” one shouted quickly. “What is it you want us to do?”

“Break a hole in the spatial barrier,” Alex said. “I can manipulate space to a degree. If you can just weaken it enough, I can get you all out.”

Whether that was true or not, it did not matter to the group anymore. For now, they had to try it out or they would die.

The 13 got together and immediately poured out their Intent onto a specific point in the barrier. Alex worked along with them, using his own Intent to pressure the barrier.

He had been weakened from the fight, and his recovery still had a bit to go. As such, he couldn’t use as strong an Intent as he normally could.

Still, with his Intent being fully attuned to space, he was easily the most helpful even among a dozen or so Divinities.

The Divinities noticed that too. Their stance on Alex’s presence began to change in their hearts as well. However, despite that, they could not succeed.

The barrier rippled, but there was no hole within it.

“Ugh! Damn it!” one of the men shouted. “We’re too weak.”

“We’ve been doing this for over an hour already, trying to get ourselves out,” a woman said. “It is natural that we would be tired.”

Alex frowned. The group appeared to be not in their best shape, just like him. That caused a bit of a problem.

’3 minutes remaining,’ Alex thought. He looked around, trying to think of another way.

He still couldn’t resort to Voidgate or his Soul Space just yet. There had to be some other way.

’If only the barrier was a little weaker than this. I could have—’

He paused. His eyes widened as he thought of something, his head snapping toward the 13.

“Where is the formation for the spatial barrier?”

“The formation? It’s below deck in the back,” one of them answered.

“I’m assuming you’ve tried turning it off, right?” Alex asked.

“No,” the same person answered. “We can’t approach it. The whole thing is a minefield right now. A misstep and we will die. I got my hands blown off some time ago when I went there, and none of us have tried since then.”

“I see. Show me the way.”

“But I just said—” the man stopped himself. “Alright! If you can protect yourself, go. Just know that a Divinity will die down there from a simple misstep.”

Alex nodded.

The other dozen remained up there while Alex went down with the man.

The underside of the ship was as vast as the upper deck. The walls were made with strong metal, fitted with all sorts of formations as well. The bluish-gray finish gave the whole place a calming look, which sadly didn’t work given the absolutely stressful situation.

“What’s your name?” the man asked as they approached the control hub.

“Dawnblade,” Alex said. “And you?”

“Bigshell,” the man said.

“Ah! You’re one of the Beast God’s beasts,” Alex said. “She told me you and one other would be here.”

“Yes, Jadehorn is here as well,” Bigshell answered. He stopped suddenly, staring at a door before him.

“There, that’s the control hub.”

Alex looked at the open door, seeing absolutely no damage to it whatsoever. From what he had been told, everything should have been in a state of disarray, but nothing seemed out of place.

“Be careful not to touch anything,” the man said.

Alex narrowed his eyes and used his senses to their fullest extent. His eyes widened when he finally sensed it.

“Whoa!”

The door was entirely cut into irregular pieces by something so thin that the door itself hadn’t even realized it had been cut. The inside was likely no different, with many things being sliced apart.

“What happened here?” Alex asked in a state of awe.

“We hit some sort of spatial wall,” Bigshell said. “And it nearly killed us all.”