Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy - Chapter 2556

Everyone who was on stage immediately stopped and stared in the direction where Alex had been killed. His death put a stop to all conversations and fighting.

The many reverends and sages sighed as they watched the young alchemist die. The alchemists within the dome mourned the loss of a comrade. Aethersage staggered for a moment, the death of his peer coming as a shock.

Momo screamed inside the dome as she had to witness her master's death. The shock was so much for her that she immediately fainted, needing the other people to grab her as she fell.

The Storm God, Winter God, Formation God, and the War God shook their heads in pity.

The Alchemy God burned with hatred as he glared at the Puppet God for allowing this to happen. Had she not interfered, the Sword God wouldn't have been able to move past him. Sёarch* The ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Everyone was stunned at that moment, except for a single person.

Starsight still knelt on the ground, her head in her arms as she quivered, murmuring inaudible sentences.

Silvermist saw white for a moment. He felt an intense pain coming from the left side of his body that had been torn off. He was bleeding profusely, but that did not matter to him right now.

He needed to protect his disciple, he needed to…

He turned and saw the result.

Alex was but scraps of flesh and bone, scattered across the stage where a large gash had appeared from the sword slash. For a moment, Silvermist refused to believe what he was seeing. Surely Alex had been saved.

But when he looked to who could have saved him, there was no one there. Even Grimsight was far away and hadn't managed to come back in time to save Alex at all.

Silvermist felt as though the entire world had been torn down around him. All of the happiness and joy he had brought up within the day were gone in a second, leaving behind only sadness.

Sadness and an unimaginable amount of rage.

"SWORD GOD!!" he screamed as he turned around toward the man with the purple sword, who had a grin on his face at that moment.

The Sword God turned to look at Silvermist. "Do you wish to curse me, Alchemist?" he asked. "Go on, give my sword a reason to swing again."

"Sword God!" the Storm God called in a stern voice. "Do not cross the line. Your murderous intentions will not fly here while I am present."

The Sword God's smile faded slightly. "Of course, Storm God." He looked toward Silvermist again. "You are lucky."

"I will kill you!" Silvermist shouted and released a large amount of silver fog, but Grimsight arrived down at that very moment, grabbing Silvermist's arm, stopping him from doing anything reckless.

"Stand down," Grimsight whispered to Silvermist.

Silvermist turned to look at Grimsight, his eyes red with anger and sorrow. Tears filled his eyes, spilling down the sides. "He killed him," he said. "He killed my disciple."

Grimsight found himself feeling a pang of sorrow as well. It had been so long since he had felt sadness for someone else, but the death of the young man made him feel it again.

"I'm sorry, Brother Silvermist. I should've saved him," Grimsight said softly. "Forgive me."

Silvermist felt that Grimsight should have, and in his current state even blamed him a little for his disciple's death, but the majority of the blame lay with him.

He was the one who failed to save his disciple. The Sword God had broken through his defense and killed Alex. In the end, the one who had killed his disciple was—

Gasps caught Silvermist's attention as he sought the source of all the shock. He turned around just in time to see the assortment of flesh and bones of his disciple slowly move back toward one spot.

"What's… what's going on?" Silvermist asked, confused. "Who is doing this?"

Grimsight frowned. Unlike the others, who couldn't sense what was happening even through their Divine sense, the eyes he received in exchange for giving up his axioms could see everything.

Just like how every ingredient had a connection between its energy and its physical matter, Alex's body and Qi had a connection as well. And through that connection, every part of him, matter or Qi, was being drawn back into a single location.

Grimsight had seen this a few times before, a long time ago when he was still at war. He had seen it in the man who could turn his body into a bear and in his heir who could create a thousand needles.

He had seen this power well enough to know exactly what it was, and he couldn't believe that he was seeing it right here. He could not believe that this was where that power had been passed on.

The power of the Undying God.

Alex's flesh merged back together, and the parts that were completely destroyed were simply regrown. His Qi flowed back into his body as well, filling it to the same level as it was previously.

He gasped as his lungs formed and he could finally breathe once again.

'Shit!' he thought. He had tried as hard as he could to stop his body from healing on its own, but with what little intent he could muster while dead, it was not enough to last him more than a few seconds.

Alex came back to life in front of everyone else.

It was understandable that everyone was beyond shocked to see him live again. It was clear that the Sword God had killed him, and yet he lived again. That was just unimaginable for everyone.

Almost none of them could really understand what was happening. Almost none of them could understand how Alex could come back to life at all.

Almost.

"That's… that is the power of the Undying God," the Winter God spoke.

"The power of our greatest enemy," the Storm God said, with a considerable lack of shock and a worrying amount of excitement. "How did he learn it?"

He could abstain from this battle no longer.

The Storm God wanted the power of the Undying God.