Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Alex turned from the Origins, his eyes moving toward the spirit nearby that he could already sense. Even coming back in here, he could already tell the spirit was safe, so he hadn’t gone to it immediately.

Now that he had checked his transcended Origin, he finally had the freedom to give his attention to the spirit. He moved toward it, finding the speck of white light that flew up in the air like a spark that would never go out.

Getting closer, he could feel the connection the spirit had to him.

“You’re no longer Godslayer or Midnight,” he said as his hands touched the spirit. It hummed with relief, like a child seeing the face of their parents after being alone for a while.

Alex narrowed his eyes. “Can you talk?” he asked. He wasn’t sure just yet if the spirit was a full spirit or a nascent one.

The spirit answered, but only in the form of impressions. It couldn’t even fully speak.

“Okay, you’re a nascent spirit again,” Alex said. It was better than what Midnight had become after the accident, and yet worse than what Godslayer had been.

“You will need work to become strong again,” Alex said. “Don’t worry, I won’t ignore you again. You will become a full spirit.”

Alex looked around the world within the Spiritual Sea, not entirely trusting it to keep the spirit safe. “If the fog comes out again, you might be in danger,” he said. “You’ll need to move to your current body, at least until I can prepare a better one.”

He pulled himself out of his Spiritual Sense and quickly brought out Godslayer’s body.

The black sword from his memories had lost all aura of Darkness and

Death. It was now just a simple chunk of metal, black in color. All of the aura pumped into the sword during its creation had been linked to Godslayer’s spirit, and with the spirit’s disappearance, it was all gone.

Even so, the sword was made out of a metal so incredible that even without any other ability, it was still one of the best swords he could

use.

What surprised him more was that he could already feel a connection with the sword. Because the sword’s spirit had merged with Midnight, forming a connection to him, the sword was also connected to him now by proxy.

In a way, he wouldn’t even need to refine it at all since the connection was already there. He just needed to transfer over the spirit to make

the connection stronger.

“Transfer!”

With a simple command, the spirit within his Spiritual Sea flew out of his body, going straight to the sword. The sword hummed lightly, relaying happiness. The spirit had found its body back.

As soon as the spirit appeared inside, Alex noticed something. The sword’s weight suddenly increased, as if growing tenfold heavier out of nowhere.

‘Strange, he thought as the weight of the sword had clearly not increased, just his perception of it. It confused him for a moment, but the understanding of the situation followed right away.

‘It’s not a perfect match,’ Alex thought. ‘Godslayer’s spirit belongs here, but Midnight doesn’t. The body is rejecting Midnight, but it can’t fully reject Midnight since it’s now a part of Godslayer!

As soon as Alex understood the situation, he also knew what he had to do to fix it. The spirit and the body were out of sync, which could be solved through some formation if he wanted to do it quickly, or through constant use if he was willing to give it time.

Over time, the body and the spirit would change to accommodate each other.

However, Alex was against that. He did not want them to change. He wanted the spirit to stay as it was, as he did not wish for whatever was left of Midnight to change.

Midnight’s body was still in his Soul Space, waiting for him to use it. Considering the lack of any sort of ability in the current sword, he was going to have to reforge it to what he wanted it to do.

And since he was reforging it, he might as well add Midnight’s body to it at that time.

He remembered the experiments with the metal and knew it could accept any and all metal in itself, making everything better. Adding the Starforged Tungsten wouldn’t ruin it at all.

“Truly, an incredible metal, Alex thought. “The Death God was lucky!

Remembering that she had found it in the Realm within Realms, Alex wondered why he couldn’t be so lucky when he was in there. Was he even in there during those days that he couldn’t remember?

He shook away those thoughts, but he couldn’t shake away the two faces he saw in his memories. The young man that was the Alchemy God was quite vivid in his memories, creating an odd feeling in his

heart.

He never imagined that the man who had helped him so much had ever been so young. Considering he would’ve maybe lived fifty thousand more years at most before his corpse was found in the Silver Soul Realm, he couldn’t have looked that old when he died. Everything he had gained in life had been in large part thanks to the Alchemy God’s inheritance, so he was eternally grateful to the Alchemy God. He just never expected him to be so young.

He also remembered the Death God, Duskcorpse, quite vividly. Not just in the memory of the Artifact God, but also in the memories of the Alchemy God.

She lay in a coffin, holding onto the Book of Endless Recipes, with a broken scythe next to her. The Death God’s tomb existed, which meant she was most certainly dead.

He wondered when and how she had died. And how was the scythe that was made with such a strong metal broken in half?

The Artifact God had no answers for him, but the Alchemy God did. But for those answers, he would have to wait a long time. That was fine with Alex. The knowledge wouldn’t help him now, and he had much to do before then anyway.