Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy - Chapter 1900

Chapter 1900 [Extras]

A group of tribesmen were on their knees, pleading and begging. Several massive beasts lay dead around them, each one was meant to be their guardian.

This man that had come from outside had killed them all.

"We don't know what you are talking about. Please, senior. Have mercy!" a woman spoke from among the group of tribesmen.

A man in a magnificent green robe with impeccable features stood before the chief. He simply lifted the woman without a single use of his Qi, bringing her up to his eye level.

"I know it is here somewhere. Your lies will not work on me," the man in green said. "Bring it to me right now or I will start killing your people."

He raised his hands, ready to strike when a man suddenly spoke.

"I'll tell you!" he shouted. "Don't hurt her. I'll tell you where it is."

The man in green stopped and turned toward the old man who had spoken.

"Are you the chief of the tribe here?" the man in green asked.

"I am. And I'll tell you what you want."

"Good. Take me to it."

The chief stood, ignoring the many cries from the people around him, slowly moving away in a certain direction.

He pointed at an inconspicuous house in the village. "It is in there."

The man turned toward the house, using his Divine sense to look within, there was nothing in there he could see. Something was blocking his senses.

"Interesting!"

The man walked toward the house and opened the door. The moment he did so, the man realized he had done something wrong.

Within the house was a Voidgate, prepared to drag in anyone who opened the house doors. It was such a simple trap and yet the man had fallen for it.

The man used his Creation, a lantern with a bright fire burning within it, and quickly attacked the Voidgate, fighting against the force that pulled him in.

The Voidgate fluctuated, and the Intent surrounding it weakened. It started disfunctioning.

Instantly, a massive pulling force dragged in everything around it. Dirt, trees, houses, people, nothing could fight its pull.

Everything was swallowed by the Voidgate within seconds, thrown into the void. The only thing that managed to protect itself was the man in green, who had barely survived.

When the attraction disappeared, the man looked at the place where the Voidgate was before. Where there should have been the entrance to the Void, now there was nothing.

The mishap had taken away the entire tribe, leaving nothing behind, not even the Voidgate.

And with that disappeared the man's one hope in finding what he had so arduously managed to find a single clue of.

This was now a dead end. His long search for the thing had come to an abrupt end.

* * * * * * *

A group of half-naked, bare-chested men with no hair of any sort on their bodies stood before a dry land that was completely scorched of any and all moisture.

The land they stood on was dryer than a desert, with fissures that grew until they all reached the same circular hole in the ground.

They gathered around the hollow ground that began to take in light as the sun reached its zenith.

The men all began kneeling on the ground immediately and began chanting a long string of words, all directed toward the heat and the light.

They prayed to the Sun.

* * * * * * * * *

On top of a cliff that reached the cloud was a city built by the Immortals. The porcelain-white city was not very large, and nearly half of it was covered by a massive white palace that stood taller than the rest of the city.

In the southernmost end of the city, where the cliff led way for over a dozen kilometers drop to a land filled with green life and blue waters, lay a large Interrealm Teleportation formation.

The formations were on constant lookout by people in bright blue armor, all of whom were in the low Divine realm at the very least.

The formation flashed brightly and half a dozen individuals appeared on top of it.

"We're here," senior Yang said with a smile that carried with it a nostalgic feeling. "Welcome to the Sky God's Palace."

Hannah, Ronron, Helen, Graham, Liz, and Long Huan all looked around the place, staring at the magnificent place they had arrived upon.

Hannah immediately cowered a little, feeling the massive power of the people who were kept as nothing more than guards.

Ronron stared at them all, all of whom stared right back at her.

A flash of light and a woman appeared before them. She was one of the most beautiful women any one of them had ever seen. Her pitch-black hair which was pinned behind her still flowed down like a waterfall at midnight. She wore a magnificent white robe with blue designs on it, giving her a regal feeling.

Ronron stared at the woman in complete awe and the woman stared back at Ronron in somewhat of a surprise too.

As though their eyes were a reflection of each other, the woman's left eye was bright green as well, and her right eye was pale silver.

A telltale sign of the Sky God's Physique.

"Master!" the man immediately fell to the ground in a bow, and the guards around the place immediately bowed as well.

This woman was none other than the current Sky God.

"So you have finally come back, Yang Renye," the Sky God said. "And it appears you have brought me a direct disciple."

"I have, master," Senior Yang, Yang Renye remained prostrated on the ground.

The Sky God snapped her fingers. "Take them to the palace and show them to a guest house."

"As you command, Your Brilliance." The guards took Ronron and the rest away.

The Sky God watched them step across the ivory steps, making their way to the palace before turning back toward Yang Renye.

'So strong,' she thought.

"Congratulations, Shumi. Your talent is truly incredible. You will be a strong pillar of the Demons in the future."

"Sister Xin," Shumi said. "This is all thanks to you. If not for you, I would not have reached where I have at all."

The woman named Xin smiled. "That is not true, Shumi. You would have reached this realm just as quickly by yourself. Your Moon Goddess's Celestial Yin body is not something you should disregard so easily. It is the body of a god after all."

"If our records are true, and you evolve your body once more, you will become a god."

"Now that you are an Immortal, we can properly begin your training," the woman said. "We need you strong. We need you powerful."

"We lost the war last time because we did not have you. Now we do. We cannot lose."

Shumi felt her heartbeat quicken as she heard that. She gulped a little before smiling awkwardly.

"Don't feel pressured. Go at yourownrate. Sooner or later, you will fulfill your destiny. Just as it was foretold, the True God will bring the Demon race to salvation."

Shumi could see the fanatic faith that Fairy Xin had in her. She felt burdened by this great destiny. But within that burden lay hidden an ember of motivation.

Shumi believed it herself. She would be the one to bring the Demon race to salvation.

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Within a large forest was an area where no trees grew. The land wasn't barren at all. Only, there once grew a tree here that did not let anything in the vicinity grow at all.

But that tree was long since destroyed. All that remained was a stump that was dozens of meters tall, and hundreds of meters wide.

At the center of the tree sat a man with closed eyes, cultivating.

This was a man as old as the tree itself, with long horns growing out of his forehead. He was there during the old world and was here when it became new. And now, he remained in deep cultivation, waiting.

Waiting for the day when he could tell the world that he was not dead. That he was still alive.

The world would tremble at his feet on that day.

* * * * * * *

A woman with ragged black hair walked atop a dune of red sand. Her eyes were distant, her thoughts nowhere. She was a body without a soul, a mind without any memory.

How had she come here? Why had she come here? When had she come here?

She did not know.

And she was in a world where she could get no answer.

In her hand was a pitch-black sword, her only means of survival in this world.

The dune shook, sand flowing down the side in an avalanche. A gigantic centipede jumped out from within the sand, towering over the woman.

This was the first time in days that she had seen any shade at all. The towering centipede came down at her, intending to kill her.

The woman's hand moved imperceptibly fast.

Even as the centipede came toward her, it was already cut apart a hundred different times, and its pieces fell all around her, its purple blood spraying on her.

The woman wiped her soulless dull eyes, removing blood from her face. Once she could see the path ahead, she began moving once again.

She would continue moving for all eternity, until the day she died.

* * * * * * *

A city full of people cried in terror.

A powerful blue aerial beast attacked them from the sky, and their city's defensive formation could barely hold any longer

Death was in their footsteps and the people did not wish to die like this.

The beast in the sky was something that many Divinities had failed to beat. It was very much likely that today would be the day that they would all die.

The people cried for death was knocking at their doors.

And as they cried in terror, an old man stood up and spoke out loud.

"Do not fear!" he shouted. "We will be safe. This will pass. We will all live."

Many people believed the words of the old man to be his death rattle. It was not something they had to pay attention to very much. However, when he spoke the next words, everyone immediately understood what he was saying.

"He shall come when the blue fowl runs afoul."

People turned to look at the man andrealized that he was speaking part of a prophecy that was ages old in this land.

As they looked toward the man, they heard an explosive sound that caught their attention.

They looked back up toward the sky and saw the massive beast being destroyed all of a sudden as its blood rained down on the barrier of the city.

In the sky, beyond where the beast was, was a middle-aged man in red robes with a similarly red spear in his arm.

He slowly came down toward the city, and the people stood one by one as they looked at him in awe.

"He shall come when the blue fowl runs afoul," the old man shouted once again.

"With crimson shall he bring forth crimson," another person spoke from far away.

Then, people unanimously finished the last part of the prophecy.

"And the city shall witness his arrival, the man who will save the world."

This was the man their prophecy spoke of.

The savior of the world had arrived.