Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Rosemist had stopped walking and was looking at Alex intently. “How do you know Qi is running out? Did you learn that answer just on your own, or did you—”

“I learned it from the senior who told me about the Primordials,” Alex said. “He taught me a lot of different things. If I ever know something I wasn’t taught by someone else, I will let you know, Rosemist.”

“This man you talk about. Who was he?” Rosemist asked curiously.

Alex hesitated to answer those questions. There was absolutely no chance that Rosemist was in any way related to the humans who were angry with Senior Yang and would want revenge, but still, he needed to be careful when talking about him.”

“If it’s something you wish to keep for yourself, you can,” Rosemist said. “That is the basis of our friendship, isn’t it?”

Alex couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you, Rosemist. It truly is something I cannot freely talk about.”

Rosmist grinned and turned around, “Continuing on. Since you know about the God realm, it makes things much easier to explain about the Primordials now.”

“Why?” Alex asked.

“Because the Primordials were the only cultivators in history to reach the God realm,” she said. “The only ones.”

“The Primordials were all in the God realm?” Alex asked in surprise.

“Yes,” Rosemist said. “Or rather, only the ones who managed to reach the God realm are now called the Primordials.”

Alex was shaken by this information. Adding onto the fact about what she had said earlier.

“Then… throughout the history of this world, there have only ever been… 15 God realm cultivators,” Alex said.

“15 Primordials,” Rosemist said with a smile.

“No one else has managed to reach that high, ever?” Alex asked.

Rosemist paused. “Hmm, to tell you the truth, I do not know for certain,” she said. “The first life that came to be were the plants. Then came the beasts, and finally the humans.”

“I do not know if life existed before the plants, but since the plants came into existence, there has been no other God realm cultivator,” she said. “So, unless another form of life existed before the plants or all life died and everything had to be started anew, the truth cannot be further from what I’ve said.”

To Alex, that was pretty much a guarantee that what she had said was the truth. At least, it was the truth that mattered to him.

“15 Primordials. 15 God realm cultivators,” Alex said slowly. “They should have lived for a long time. And yet, they are all dead.”

“They are,” Rosemist said.

“So the Primordials aren’t a species of beasts, are they?” Alex asked. “I always thought they were.”

“No, they aren’t a species,” Rosemist said. “But you could call them that and you wouldn’t be wrong in a way. They are considered the progenitors of many other species after all.”

Alex nodded. “When someone reaches a certain level of cultivation base, their bloodline improves too. This is most noticeable in the beasts who surpass their bloodline. At that point, they become their own species, don’t they? So the Primordials must have been like that as well.” “That is a very apt explanation,” Rosemist said. “I’m glad you understand.”

“So wait, what exactly does it mean to be a descendant of a Primordial?” Alex asked. “At first, I thought they were a species of beasts, so it made sense to me. But now that I know they were just God realm cultivators… does it really matter how close to the bloodline one is?”

Rosemist sighed. “That’s why I said it is difficult to conclude how close of a Primordial’s descendant you are. That is because no one can be a Primordial, so anything closer is still far enough away to count.”

“You see, entering a God realm wasn’t just a simple thing. There was a reason only 15 managed to do it in millions and millions of years. At the God realm, they disrupt the natural order of things itself.”

“If those beasts began propagating without check, the world would be ruined. They were just that strong,” Rosemist said. “I do not understand if the heavens were responsible for it, or if the beasts made the decision themselves, but they never passed down their true bloodline.”

“Every child born from them was just far away from their bloodline to not have the talent required to become a Primordial. Otherwise, it would be a giant mess.”

Alex felt like he understood it. “I wonder if we still had God Qi, could I reach the God realm or not,” he said.

“I cannot tell for certain whether you can or not,” Rosemist said. “But your brother here certainly could.”

Alex was surprised. “Pearl has the talent to reach the God realm?” he asked.

“Talent?” the woman asked. “I’m not sure if I would call it that. What he has is the bloodline, from what I can sense.”

“The White Tiger’s bloodline,” Alex said. That was wrong. It was not the White Tiger’s bloodline. It was the bloodline of the White Tiger’s progenitor.

The very first one blessed by the True Gods.

“There must’ve been a Bloodline Resurgence with him,” Rosemist said.

“Bloodline… Resurgence?” Alex asked.

“It’s when the child of a long-descended and diluted bloodline happens to be born with the power of their progenitor. Can you call that talent? Or is that just luck?” Rosemist asked.

Alex was a little surprised. Not by what she said, but by how wrong she was.

‘She doesn’t know everything,’ Alex thought. She had mentioned she didn’t know everything, but still knowing what she was wrong about was a good bit of information.

Pearl wasn’t someone who had gained his bloodline through Bloodline Resurgence. Hell, he wasn’t even born with it. The bloodline was a gift from Godkiller to his mother. If she hadn’t died, the bloodline would’ve likely forever remained with her, and not Pearl.

Still, he wondered. Could he call Pearl’s bloodline a talent, or a luck?

By the same line of thinking, what was he?