Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

After understanding that he could always enter back where he wanted to in his Soul Space, Alex left for a while to go see Godslayer again.

“Hmm? Why are you back so early?” Godslayer asked. “Do you want something?”

Alex felt a little puzzled. “Do you not see what is happening?” he asked.

“I see what you see, and right now I don’t see you looking at anything. I assume you’re focusing on your Nascent Soul for now,” he said.

“No, actually,” Alex said. “I do have to see what I can learn there later, but for now I’m focusing on my Soul Space.”

“Your Soul Space?” Godslayer’s voice was laden with surprise. “Right, you did have that already. Did you finally manage to find it?”

“I did, and I entered,” Alex said. “But… it’s massive.”

Godslayer chuckled a bit. “How massive?” he asked.

The single radius that Alex gave was enough for Godslayer to become speechless for a while. “That’s… that’s massive,” he said. “And it’s supposed to be larger?”

“Supposed to, yeah,” Alex said. “But I’m not sure how I can move or how I can do anything else. I was wondering if you had any advice.”

“Why?” Godslayer asked with a confused tone. “I’ve never had a—” He paused. “Actually, never mind. I do know a bit.”

Alex listened to what he had to do, based on Godslayer’s somewhat vague information about Soul Space. From what he understood, it was Godslayer’s knowledge from a time when he was roaming the Immortal realms with hosts and whatnot.

Alex took into account what he was told and started consciously moving himself through the Soul Space rather than his spiritual sense.

It took a bit of experimentation, but he managed to figure out that he could move the point where he entered the Soul Space as well. He couldn’t tell why he could enter a random point inside the Soul Space and not the edge of it like he would with normal spiritual bags and rings.

He tried to figure out an answer, but the answer was simply too complex for him to figure out. There was most likely a truth hidden here that he would have to work very hard to understand if he even could.

He gave it not much thought after that and started traversing the Soul Space. His spiritual sense still hung around him, sensing everything in a sphere. Next to him, the ore he had found was dragged along by him.

Alex wasn’t sure how fast he was moving in his soul space. There was no reference for him to contextualize his speed. Still, he believed he was going rather fast. Faster than he could on a normal terrain at least.

His question was answered half an hour later when he saw something enter the range of his spiritual sense. It moved parallel to where he was moving and moved so fast that it crossed at least a kilometer in a second.

Either the object was moving too fast, or Alex was. He quickly grabbed onto the object with his spiritual sense and carefully checked what it was.

A Saint ingredient.

The red color of the Bloodpine tree leaves that he held with his spiritual sense hadn’t lost any color at all, despite being here for as long as it had. He had lost these 25 years ago.

‘Almost no loss in energy?’ he thought to himself. ‘But how? Because of the vacuum?’ he wondered if the energy simply didn’t leave the ingredient because there was nowhere else for it to go.

‘Not bad,’ he thought to himself and continued moving.

An ingredient here. An ore there. He even found one of his swords that he had made while he was in captivity. He started getting happy at the thought of getting it all back.

And there were still so many things he had lost that he wanted back.

Despite his speed of travel, it took him a lot of time to go through his soul space.? Senior Yang hadn’t been lying when he had told him how large his Soul Space was.

“This has got to be larger than the Central Continent for sure,” he thought. “More than twice as large. It’s been hours and I still haven’t reached the edges.”

He was dumbstruck by the idea of a space inside of him that was as large as the continent he was on, and the genuine possibility of it being much larger than that.

He continued touring his soul space for another few hours and in that time he found many of the remaining pills, swords, and many other items he had lost. Most of what he found were scraps, unfortunately. They were either destroyed due to the old mad immortal or were damaged by the destructive Qi wind outside the Central continent.

The ones that survived were out of luck or their sheer strength.

After a while, he also found the hammer and anvil he had made such a long time ago.

Recently, he had been using a normal hammer and anvil that any Saint would use. However, this hammer and anvil were made using Starforged Tungsten, and a lot of it too. Metal Compounding, they were some of the best tools one could use while making artifacts. 𝒆𝙣𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝙚𝙩

He was glad to have found those now. There were a few scratches from what he saw, but nothing that degraded the hammer and anvil in the slightest bit. The same was true for the swords he had found as well, but he had particular care for the Hammer and Anvil. If they were fine, he could make all the swords he wanted to.

Alex continued his journey through the darkness, stumbling onto things here and there. His primary search here had been for 2 things.

The Nine Yang Divine Tree’s seed and the World Tree’s seed. As long as he found those two, he would not mind missing everything else he had here.

How far had he come now? How much longer did he have to go? Was he even moving in a straight line? Should he be moving all around?

He continued wandering, this time thoughtlessly, gathering what he could, and after a while ended up on something that he had honestly not thought about for years now.

A Sword. THE Sword, the one that Godslayer was sealed in. The one that Alex couldn’t put his Qi into. The very one that was the sharpest sword he had ever seen.

It was a sword that he wished Midnight could be compared to in the future. The degree of lethality that blade held was quite enviable for a swordsman like him.

He pulled the sword closer and even brought it outside to look at it. The silver blade shined brightly in the lantern’s light, reflecting the light onto the wall in its own shape.

Alex looked at the details on the blade and was surprised to see not a single scratch on it. Even the best of his swords had dents and scratches after what they had all gone through, but this sword was in the most pristine of condition ever.

‘This is incredible,’ he thought. ‘Who could make a sword like this? An artifact god?’

He stared at the sword for a while longer before sending it back into his Soul Space. Then, he continued his journey through it once again.