One-Eyed Monster

This defense shocked everyone. This level of defensive war had never occurred before; the Alchemy Workshop’s Alchemy Array had reached an unexpected level.

This was the first unveiling of the formation, but unfortunately, it was against a mysterious enemy.

No one could figure out who this strange enemy was.

Looking at the enemy’s offensive and formation, they were neither the rough and reckless Mantai People, nor the cunning and mysterious Vero People.

This enemy seemed to appear out of nowhere, with no clues or distinct characteristics.

Moreover, the enemy showed neither fear nor surprise. Their tens of thousands of troops calmly adjusted their formation.

If they were the Mantai People, they would be furious. Witnessing such a scene, they would be both shocked and angry. They possess a strong desire for revenge when their comrades die and would rush into battle without a second thought, even if it meant certain death. The Mantai People would never retreat and rethink their strategy as these enemies were doing. Their minds held only one imperative: Charge! In every situation, the Mantai People adhered to this single command; whatever the task, their answer was always: Charge!

On the other hand, the Vero People are unpredictable. They would never charge forward in such a traditional manner. They would definitely employ some bizarre tactic for a surprise attack, perhaps attacking from underground or descending from the sky. More importantly, the Vero People wouldn’t have so many soldiers!

Since they were neither Mantai People nor Vero People, and it was unlikely that other small nations could amass an army of tens of thousands, the identity of this enemy became a puzzle.

Kuyi Tulan never imagined that the first test of his Alchemy Workshop’s capabilities would occur here. He also hadn’t expected the opponent to be such an enigmatic foe. But regardless, what had happened, happened, and it was too late for regrets.

In any case, the Alchemy Workshop had unleashed a powerful ability...

Spilt water cannot be gathered. Although Kuyi Tulan hadn’t yet found an effective way to defeat the enemy, he had demonstrated the Alchemy Workshop’s formidable combat power. This power had reached a level sufficient to cause widespread alarm.

Originally, Kuyi Tulan had thought this formation would be unveiled in a demonstration soon, and the entire Empire would then be astonished to discover how powerful his Alchemy Workshop had unknowingly become.

But none of that mattered now; he had already revealed his trump card. It didn’t matter even if they faced a massive army; as long as they had enough Spirit Power, they had ways to defeat the enemy.

What should I name this formation? Kuyi Tulan was still pondering this.

The enemy’s vanguard had been almost entirely wiped out in their charge. This result was shocking, causing the enemy to retreat and regroup, no longer acting so recklessly.

On their part, they were naturally overwhelmed by a plethora of emotions.

It was strange, though. Despite having much to say, everyone fell silent and merely sighed to themselves upon seeing Stan Sol.

After all, aside from those in the Alchemy Workshop, most people had friction with Kuyi Tulan. It had to be said, Kuyi Tulan had offended quite a few people in the past.

”See, this is the result of our efforts,” Kuyi Tulan said with a touch of pride.

But no one responded.

He could only entertain himself for now.

Both Kuren and Yuga were, in fact, stunned by Kuyi Tulan’s recent display of power.

They hadn’t expected Exchange Beasts to have such a function. They initially thought Exchange Beasts were just low-level tools for scouting, incapable of harming people. But now they understood there was also a type called Combat Exchange Beast...

During this lull, the enemy halted their attack, and the defenders ceased their conversation. The area became eerily quiet, as if a new storm was brewing.

And so, a new scene unfolded: Kuyi Tulan was the only one left rambling in the entire space.

The Golden Seat holders of the Alchemy Workshop naturally understood the situation. Nobody dared to even breathe heavily. They stood like statues in rows. It seemed like a group of people was listening to a lecture.

”The times are always changing, but we cannot remain stagnant,” Kuyi Tulan, unbothered by the lack of feedback, continued unabatedly.

”Our world is changing, but aren’t we changing too?”

”We’re not enemies, we just have different opinions.” Kuyi Tulan still cared a lot about the Great Mentor Guzan.

In my eyes, every word and action from the Great Mentor was a lesson. But ultimately, over a disagreement, the Great Mentor left without saying goodbye...

After all our struggles to find Guru Mountain, wasn’t it to prove that the path we chose was not wrong?

Great Mentor, you truly don’t understand!

After sighing for a while, Kuyi Tulan quieted down. The Great Mentor isn’t here, after all, so there’s little purpose in continuing to express these feelings.

Perhaps this situation will change soon. As long as I can find out where the Great Mentor went, everything will be easier to resolve.

Kuyi Tulan wanted to explain to the Great Mentor that he hadn’t chosen the Purification Plan impulsively, but rather that the world’s severity had compelled him to take this path.

The era is changing; nothing stays the same. A new era will always discard the old. I, Kuyi Tulan, have merely sounded the trumpet.

This world can be simple or complex. As long as one’s own strength is sufficient, everything becomes simple.

Kuyi Tulan simply wanted to make things simpler.

But now, this means more.

The dawn of a new era had arrived unknowingly. Kuyi Tulan’s Alchemy Workshop had demonstrated its remarkable strength, which left everyone rather idle. It seemed no one knew what to do at that moment.

This sudden halt to their habitual passivity made people feel quite unaccustomed and uncomfortable.

The members of the Alchemy Workshop were an exception. Though they remained silent, it was clear they didn’t fear another enemy attack, because they had Kuyi Tulan.

Kuyi Tulan would guide them on the next step. They were in an era of transition; a new age was about to begin. Kuyi Tulan had prepared for this situation long ago. His trumpet call now sounded exceptionally loud.

Kuyi Tulan fervently wished the sound of the trumpet could bring the Great Mentor to him, because he genuinely had so many questions to ask the Great Mentor.

I never had this opportunity before, but now the time seems just right.

Unfortunately, the Great Mentor Guzan had disappeared, leaving no trace.