Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Spearheaven could not believe his eyes that he was standing before Han Mengli himself. His expression changed almost immediately and a smile formed on his lips that seemed to strip away any sense of formality that should’ve been between two reputable people.

The reputable artifact maker stripped away from before him, leaving him with just a very, very old friend.

All work was put aside as the two talked with each other, explaining their own journeys that had led them to where they were.

After being rescued, Spearheaven had joined the battlefront directly, using the war itself as a training arena where he improved every day. He had some talent with the spear back when he was a slave, but after joining the war, his knowledge of the spear had improved by leaps and bounds.

Through contributions made in the war, he had been able to gain a tremendous amount of resources to further his own spear. And now, he was one of the most well-known fighters on the warfront.

Although things did sound great for Spearheaven, the way he said it, it sounded like his path had been filled with nothing but loss and defeat. He had improved his spear, but that had come as a result of much pain and many sacrifices.

He spoke of being part of multiple armies and watching each one suffer great defeat, his friends dying each time. At some point, he had just given up on joining groups entirely and was now fighting all on his own.

Being a lone fighter was working out quite well for him.

He still coordinated with the many gods that led the war, but that was the extent of it. He fought by himself for the most part.

Spearheaven thought things were simpler now. If not simpler, they were at least safer. Their enemies were strong, but not to the point where they couldn’t be handled. With the Undying God having died some seventy thousand years ago, they were moving closer to winning.

“There is an issue, though,” Spearheaven said. “We’re trying to figure out what’s going on, but the demons seem to have an inexhaustible amount of Qi that they can continuously use to train Divinities in a matter of millennia, while ours take dozens at the very least.”

The soldiers believed the demons were likely performing some forbidden techniques to enhance the strength of their soldiers, but that was just conjecture. No one really knew what was happening.

“And of course, there’s the worry about the Undying God,” Spearheaven said.

Steelmind looked confused. “Isn’t he dead?” he asked.

“One of them is,” Spearheaven said with a sigh.

“There’s more than one?”

Steelmind was surprised. As far as he knew, there was only ever a single god of the enemy.

“There are some old records of the Undying God where he is referred to as a woman capable of turning her arms into poisonous vines. Since this one turned into a monstrous bear with carapaces, we believe it might have been an entirely separate Undying God. So there is a chance that while the Fiend has taken down one of them, another one will be born soon.”

Steelmind didn’t know how to react to those words. He could only hope that wasn’t true. For the sake of both sides, he wished the war would end much sooner. Having reached the stage he had, he now knew the primary reason for the war was nothing else but pure greed. With Qi lacking in this world, they wanted more. That was it.

So many needn’t die for that.

After some more chat, Spearheaven handed over the materials to Steelmind, asking him to make a golden spear for him—one he could use forever going forward.

Steelmind complied and began working on it. It took him some time, years of research and planning. When he was finally sure what he wanted to make, he began.

He created a magnificent spear, worthy of being used by one who was now beginning to be called a Spear Sage.

Spearheaven arrived again to take his spear, this time arriving with a young lady who seemed much awed to see everything in Steelmind’s palace-like workshop.

Spearheaven held the spear he was given, failing to hide the look of bewilderment on his face. He moved the golden spear around, each swing and stab giving him much happiness.

After swinging it around a few times, he stopped, a wide smile creeping across his face. “Thank you, brother Steelmind. This is perfect.”

“I’m happy you like it, brother Spearheaven,” he said, his eyes moving toward the young girl next to him. “I fear you haven’t introduced us to each other.”

“You need no introduction, my friend,” Spearheaven said, turning toward the girl. “I found her on the battlefield and took her under me. I saw some talent in her, so I’m teaching her to fight.”

“Oh? A disciple of yours? Will we see another Spear Sage in the future?” Steelmind asked with a light tease. He turned toward the young girl. “I have some pre-made spears. They aren’t as great as what I made for your master, but if you wish, I can give one to you. Consider it my gift.”

“She’s not my disciple, but close to it,” Spearheaven said. “And I’m sorry, but she doesn’t like spears. If you do have some bows, though, I’m sure she will be happy to accept one.”

“Bow? One moment,” Steelmind said, looking through the storage ring on his finger. “I think this will fit the young lady.”

He brought out a bright crimson bow, its edges molten as if contorting to invisible fire. He handed it to the girl before him.

The young girl’s eyes went slightly wide as she took the bow, feeling the powerful artifact. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment as she gulped. After what felt like minutes, her focus was finally drawn away from the bow and toward the two men staring at her.

The young girl flustered for a moment and bowed. “Thank you for the gift, Senior Steelmind. I, Killshot, will forever cherish this gift of yours.”