Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy - Chapter 1700

Chapter 1700 In a Cave

1700 In a Cave

Alex saw shimmering light above him, rippling through the water he was submerged in. It all moved so very slowly.

He reached out for the light, hoping to grab it, but he continued sinking deeper. Deeper and deeper he went as the light faded and darkness overtook him.

Alex gasped awake. He opened his eyes wide and breathed in deeply to leave the terrifying feeling of death behind. It had only been a dream, nothing else.

He breathed in and out a few more times before calming down. He wasn't dying. He was safe.

He was... safe?

Memories poured in of everything that had happened. From his sister and the others leaving, to Yao Ning's death, to finally his...

The last memory haunted Alex the most. The memory of the spear stabbing through his Dantian. The memory of his crippling.

He couldn't believe it at all. He was crippled.

He stared at the rocky ceiling above him, trying to process his feelings and thoughts. What was he to even think? Everything he had worked toward for the past half a century had been for naught in just one moment.

Alex sighed with dejection.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.

"Are you awake?" a voice asked.

Alex's eyes went alert all of a sudden. He tried to turn to look, but a sharp pain in his stomach made him stop.

He grimaced. So he was still wounded it seemed.

'Is the wound from my stomach not healed?' he thought. It was a surprising prospect to think about. He had gotten so used to healing within seconds that feeling a lingering pain from a wound made it feel weird.

Alex laid back down so that he didn't agitate his wounds any further. "Where am I?" he asked, in a rather hoarse voice.

"Where you are, I cannot tell you," the man said. "But I can tell you that you are safe, for now."

Alex tilted his head up to see the upside-down image of a man standing in front of something. Alex couldn't see much from this viewpoint, but he saw a lot of white. He also saw fire and smoke beyond the man, but nothing else.

"Did you save me?" Alex asked in a solemn tone.

"Yes and no," the man said. "I found you wounded and gave you shelter, so in a way I did save you. But, the one that truly saved you was that beast of yours. He fought dozens of ocean beasts to protect you."

"Ah, I didn't expect to see you again," the man said. "Especially not like this."

Alex wanted to retort about the man's dress but kept quiet on that topic. "Thank you for saving me," he said. "How many days have I been out?"

"3 days, Your Majesty," the man said. "You've been out for 3 days. Most likely because of your blood loss. You were pale as an oyster meat when I first saw you."

Alex could imagine. He had been wounded and had been losing blood profusely. The fact that he had even lived was something else.

The man gave Alex some time to think and brought out a wooden bowl from his storage bag. Then, he poured some soup from the hot pot he had been carrying.

"Here, I'm been making this for the past 3 days," he said.

Alex looked at the bowl skeptically.

"It's good for your body," the old man said. "It's made with Amber seaweed, Dawn Oyster, and many other nutritious ingredients that have been cooked in a brother for a long time. It will give you the strength you are lacking."

"Besides, you're a mortal now," the old man reminded him. "If you don't eat, you'll die."

Alex gave a disgruntled look, angry at those words, but he did feel weak. So, he nodded in the end and slowly drank the soup.

As the soup entered Alex's mouth, he tasted the incredible flavor of the soup, the thick texture of the broth, and the absolute harmony of saltiness and savoriness.

He couldn't put the soup down at all and only did when he finished it all.

Alex breathed out loud and huffed a little before wiping his face. He could feel an incredible warmth flowing through his body, making him feel so much more alert and alive.

It was incredible.

Did it taste so good because he was mortal? Because his body craved for food?

Alex didn't think it was just that.

He looked toward the old man, curious about something.

"Your name," he said slowly. "May I know what it is?"

The old man grumbled a little. "I cannot tell you—"

"It's Zhou Linfan, isn't it?" Alex asked the man and saw his eyes narrow in surprise.

That was all the confirmation Alex needed.