Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Purplerain was bored.

He had been bored when he first arrived in this realm, and he had been bored all the while he had to stay here for the tournament to come to an end.

He didn’t care about the tournament. He didn’t care about the little alchemists who could barely do anything with their little pills. Having to watch a tournament with no fights at all was boring to him.

He still stayed here as he had to stay by Starsight. He had unanimously been designated as her guardian, so wherever she went, he had to go as well. It wasn’t such a bad task, as the Fatekeepers rarely left their place unless something important required their attention.

Sadly, for the past millennia and a half, something had.

The Sky God’s disciple, who had escaped with all the treasures, had required all of the Fatekeepers to come out of where they were to divine where the man had disappeared to. They had quickly realized where he had gone, but that only led to them realizing that it was not a place they could visit.

For it was the last location the Godkiller had been to, and he had not left ever since.

Purplerain had read all about the incident with the Sage of Ten Thousand Treasures, how the then Sword God had antagonized him, causing him to go on a rampage where he easily killed multiple gods, including the current Sky God’s master.

As the current Sword God, Purplerain could not even begin to think of going any place where the Godkiller might still be. Who knew if the man wanted to kill more gods? With his predecessor’s actions, he would be the first one to die. And Purplerain definitely did not want to die.

He hadn’t done all he had to become a god, only to then do something so stupid and die.

He had been put to work with Starsight, though, and that hadn’t stopped for a long time now. He was certain he would catch some break soon, but sadly the tournament had come up, causing Starsight to come here again.

Soon, they would know what it was like to not have Qi, to not be able to cultivate.

Thankfully, it would be over soon. Just a few more years, and he could go back to his simple life.

But could he?

After all, there was a war coming soon.

‘That is still thousands of years away,’ Purplerain thought. No one was just yet desperate enough to attack the Demons. But soon, the ones who lived in peace would know the purpose of the previous war.

Soon, they would know what it was like to not have Qi, to not be able to cultivate.

They would know what it was like to realize that while they called you an Immortal, you never truly were one. For as long as Heaven existed, it would try to kill you no matter what.

‘The Divinities should have realized already,’ he thought. ‘They know what they must do. They won’t like it, but they have to.’

He spoke from experience in that matter. As someone nearly 300,000 years old, Purplerain had been young enough during the war to feel pride for fighting on behalf of his people, and old enough to realize that the war was not for honor or pride, but for resources.

All wars were.

He sighed and looked around him in the room where only Starsight remained on the couch, her eyes turned up in her head. She was divining again. Why did she do that? No one had asked her to.

He waited for a long while before she came out of her trance.

“Yes, I was divining,” Starsight said immediately. “No, no one told me to.”

Purplerain chuckled. “What’s the point of a conversation if you’re going to foresee all the questions and answers?” he asked.

“Not all,” Starsight said, looking at him now. “I just happened to see this one.”

“Alright,” the man said. “So what are you doing exactly? Are you still divining for Whitesong?”

“In a way, yes,” the woman said. “I’m beginning to see snippets of the future, and I would like to see more.”

Purplerain had to admit that he was quite surprised by how someone or something had managed to hide from Starsight’s divination. If they were doing it intentionally, then it was all the more reason to find out who and why.

A troubled look appeared on Starsight’s face. “I… I can’t tell exactly,” she said. “I see fragments. Pieces of what can be and perhaps will be, but nothing is coherent. Nothing makes sense.”

“Like what?” Purplerain asked.

“Did you see anything important?” Purplerain asked.

A troubled look appeared on Starsight’s face. “I… I can’t tell exactly,” she said. “I see fragments. Pieces of what can be and perhaps will be, but nothing is coherent. Nothing makes sense.”

“Like what?” Purplerain asked.

“Do you have a talisman?” she suddenly asked.

Purplerain narrowed his eyes. “I have many. What talisman?” he asked.

“I’m not sure. I see you standing at the precipice of something important, and you hold that talisman. I can see nothing beyond that, for the future is way too turbulent. But you, with that talisman, stand strong and bright. Like a future that is guaranteed to happen.”

Purplerain grew curious. What talisman could it be that would be considered so important? Was he going to get some sort of special message from someone? Or was it something else?

“That’s all you see?” Purplerain asked, having grown much more curious now.

“I see the Alchemy God. Angry, for some reason. I have seen that for a while, but I cannot say who he is angry toward. Or what causes his anger at all,” she said.

“Maybe someone takes his book,” Purplerain said as a snide remark. “He’s way too attached to that book of his.”

“No, I don’t believe that is it,” Starsight said.

Purplerain gave a simple shrug. “Anything else?” he asked.

“No,” she said after some thought. “I do see some glimmer of what could be a battle, but I can’t even make sense of if that is correct or not. Everything is way too incoherent for now.”

“You’ll have your chance,” Purplerain said, leaning back on his chair. “You’ll find out what you want soon. Then we can leave this place.”

Starsight nodded. She had other information with her that she did not share. She did not want to, for it pertained to herself. In the future she saw, there was a glimpse in one of the flashing images that she could not make sense of.

She stood tall in her vision, one where she wouldn’t budge for some reason. Before her was this very man, standing face to face. Except, unlike right now, he wasn’t friendly.

No, he had his sword out and seemed ready to kill her. The feelings she felt from that vision showed that she stood in opposition to this very man.

Why?

Why would she do such a thing? What confidence did she have to stand before the Sword God himself? Had she lost her mind, or was her ability to see the future deteriorating?

She needed more time. She needed to learn more of the future. In the coming years, she would hopefully be able to see it all, and that would hopefully give her time to be prepared for the inevitable.

For if her visions were true, she was no doubt going to do whatever she could to protect herself first and foremost.