Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Upon Ronron’s reiteration of what she had done when she had come to the Central Continent, Emily wanted to go visit too.

In a way, she had always regretted leaving the young Lilin without a mother, even though technically she herself was her mother.

Just because she wasn’t the one who gave birth to her did not mean that she wasn’t allowed to be her mother. After all, Alex hadn’t been responsible for conceiving Ronron, and yet he still acted every way her father did.

So, after hearing that Alex was once again returning to the Central Continent, Emily showed great intention in wanting to come here.

The older Alex decided to come too, fully supporting his wife in whatever it was that she wanted to do.

Since both of her parents were going, Ronron wanted to go too. Given that she would most likely be coming back with her sister this time around, she would stay there for as long as she could.

As such, when it was time to go, Alex was not alone anymore.

They teleported away from the capital, arriving in the Central continent.

Ronron took her parents with her back to the farm, while Alex went alone to the senior’s mansion.

Arriving at the mansion, he met both Hao Ya and the senior Luhei there, along with Senior Yang.

Apparently, the group had been waiting for half a year now, having completed all of their preparation. All the surveys had been completed and the result was a majority vote to be able to leave the Central Continent.

“People are desperate now. Outside, you don’t think much time has passed, but a year in here is just too long for these people.”

Alex nodded after hearing senior Yang’s words.

“The people who were in the minority, did you choose to not leave or did they protest against everyone being allowed to leave?”

“A mix of both,” Hao Ya said. “Most of them are scared of what the world will come to if they are allowed to come and go as they please.”

“That is an understandable worry,” Senior Luhei said from the side.

“It is obvious that people will be scared, but we have already given our words and people have chosen what they want to do. So, within the next year, we should begin sending out people as you say.”

Alex nodded. “The preparations are complete on my end too. No one is against the idea and the teleportation formations are ready to be used.”

The senior gave a sigh of relief. “I will send you and Hao Ya to the Eastern Continent tomorrow. We will need to make sure the formations have no problem.”

“I don’t think there are any problems, but we will check it anyway,” Hao Ya said.

The senior looked at Alex. “Come sit. We have some time before we leave. Tell me about what you’ve been doing. Your progress.”

Alex began talking with the senior, giving his side of the story as to what he was up to.

He told the man about his Daos he had learned in that time, and how he had been training. He wanted to tell him about the incident at the Nine Wells of Time, but the Intent still made him unable to speak of it.

“I broke through recently, so that is steady progress,” Alex said.

“Take your time. As I’ve mentioned before, you need to be inconspicuous when you leave. Once there is precedence of people leaving this world, they won’t focus on you so much.”

Alex nodded. “I wanted to talk to you about that actually,” he said. “You told me to become inconspicuous, to fall into obscurity, but I don’t know how I can do that. I’ve done so many things that I fear people will talk about me forever.”

The senior nodded. “It is impossible for people here to forget you. But you can make them talk about you less. If say, for example, you were to fake your death today, within 15 years, people would stop talking about you. Within 30 years, many would stop considering your name as anything other than the long list of names in their heads of influential figures.”

“Within 100 years, people would stop talking about you. At that point, when people do go to the other world, they won’t talk about you at all.”

“In the end, that is what you want. You want people to forget about you as anything more than a simple figure from the past.”

Alex thought about it for a moment and nodded. Becoming obscure right away was difficult, but in the future, there was a possibility.

“And you must use a title from the start instead of your name,” the senior mentioned. “That will help you not get recognized.”

“A title? What title do I have?” Alex asked. “I don’t suppose King of the Southern Continent works.”

“No, not that sort of title. A Daoist title,” the senior said. “Not everyone chooses to use a title of that sort, but there are many that use it to hide their name, usually to hide their origins.”

“You should think of one too.”

“Do you have a title, senior?” Alex asked.

“No,” the man said. “If any, I am the Sky God’s disciple. That is my title.”

“I see,” Alex said. “I will think about it then.”

They talked for a while about the importance of Daoist Titles, and Alex came to understand how useful it was. If someone did not know your name, they were quite hesitant to move against you, given that you could be from any large family.

There was no name that came to Alex immediately that he wanted to use as his Daoist Title, but he wanted ‘Sun’ to be involved in it somehow. That much he understood.

As they spoke, Alex managed to change the topic to what he had wanted to talk about.

He quickly drew the symbol he saw in the Mountain Crushing Artifact and the Playground artifact with his Qi and showed it to the man.

“Do you recognize this?” Alex asked the man, and even without receiving an answer, he knew the man knew what it was. His eyes had just changed too much for this to be unknown to him.

“How do you know this symbol?” the senior asked. “Did someone tell you?”

“I found this carved into two artifacts. One of which I own, and the other I’ll own soon,” Alex said.

“Both are Immortal artifacts?” the senior asked.

Alex nodded. “Are they a mark for Immortal artifacts? I didn’t think it was,” he said.

“They are not,” the senior said. “That is the mark of the person who created those two artifacts.”

“Oh, so they’re made by the same person?” Alex asked. He wondered if it was made by some Artifact God, which was why the man was so surprised.

“Who made these?”

“The Sage of Ten Thousand Treasures,” the man answered as soon as Alex asked.

“The Sage of—” Alex paused, his eyes widening instantly.

“Godkiller?”

“The very same,” Senior Yang said.

Alex looked at the symbol hovering in front of him. The hexagonal shape with the illegible text at the center.

That was the symbol of the man— no, THING who Bai Jingshen called his master.

Ning Ruogong.

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