Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Alex looked at the piece of paper the Wine God held, rereading the prophecy again.

“Blue fowl? What does that mean? An aerial beast or just something that flies?” he asked.

“This one was a massive blue bird that came to attack a city in the south. It was a strong beast in the Divine Realm but had seemingly lost itself to madness. It was so sudden that no one even managed to alert us to what was happening. Thankfully, this person happened to be right there and saved them all.”

“Who was it?” Bladedance asked. “This Savior.”

“Maybe you’ve heard of him. He goes by the name of Longstrike,” the Wine God said.

Bladedance shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“He’s from the Ming family,” the old man said.

Bladedance paused, her eyes narrowing for a moment as she fell into thought. “That name does sound familiar now.”

Alex looked between the two of them. “What is the Ming family?”

“The rulers of the Spear Continent in the Split Sky Realm,” Bladedance said. “The Shao family rules the Sword Continent, the Ling family rules the Axe Continent, and the Ming family rules the Spear Continent.”

“So the savior is of royal blood?” Alex asked.

“I don’t believe so,” Bladedance said, turning toward the Wine God.

“He is not. Merely someone who joined the family,” the Wine God said.

“The rulers of the three continents in the Split Sky Realm are descendants of the previous Sword God, Spear God, and Axe God. As such, the royal families hold a lot of valuable knowledge for anyone who wishes to learn about these weapons. For that, however, you need to join the families,” Bladedance explained. “This man did that.”

“Did you ever join them?” Alex asked.

“I tried to, but they judged me based on my regular talents and determined that I wasn’t worth taking in,” Bladedance said with a light chuckle in her voice. “Because my cultivation speed was much worse than the average person, they didn’t think I could afford to learn their techniques. I had to join a different sword sect as a result.”

Alex chuckled slightly. “They must regret it a lot now.”

“They likely don’t even remember such a thing happening,” Bladedance said. “Those who would remember must be long since dead.”

“Ah.”

Bladedance turned toward the Wine God. “Have there been other Savior prophecies that have come true?” she asked.

“There have been 2 more, and Longstrike has been the one to fulfill them in both cases,” the Wine God said, taking another two slips of paper from the table. He read off the first one.

“The flames of the Savior thaw the frozen soul and bring to life that which should be dead.”

Switching to the next page, he read the next prophecy.

“The prince of spears enters a duel, and the victor is crowned as the Savior.”

Bladedance slapped the table. “That’s why his name is familiar. He’s the one that killed the Ming family’s prince and got away scot-free, isn’t he?”

The Wine God nodded. “Longstrike had a longstanding animosity with one of the Ming family’s princes, so he requested a fight to the death and came out victorious. This was the first prophecy he fulfilled, which made people believe that he just might be the so-called Savior.”

“Huh!” Bladedance was fascinated. “And the first one?”

“It is from the Celestial’s Cradle,” the Wine God explained. “A few people fell into a Yin lake and were fully frozen. Longstrike’s timely arrival helped him pull the frozen individuals out and thaw them all, saving their lives. If not for him, each one of them would’ve died.”

“Interesting,” Bladedance said. “It does sound more and more like he’s the Savior. Is it possible you are interpreting the prophecy wrong? Or simply misrepresenting his actions to fit the prophecy because you want him to?”

The Wine God remained silent for a moment. “We have no way of telling. It is the same with your disciple as well. The prophecies don’t give a solid explanation as to what they are about, and we’re left interpreting them to the best of our capacity.”

Bladedance frowned as she understood him to be correct. “So he has fulfilled 3 prophecies, while my disciple has only fulfilled a single one.”

“Actually, Longstrike has fulfilled 6 prophecies in total,” the Wine God said.

“3 more? Which ones?” Bladedance asked, looking at the papers before her, but they didn’t have any explanation below the prophecies, so those couldn’t be them.

“You only asked for the ones that were made by the Divination God, so I haven’t brought the others over,” the old man said. “But there have been 2 Fatekeeper prophecies that he’s fulfilled: one in the Spirit Blossom Realm and another in the Golden Dao Realm. The last one was in the Eternal Isles, made by an independent divination expert.”

“Oh, okay, I don’t trust those ones,” Bladedance said.

The Wine God smiled. “Well, you might care that your disciple has actually fulfilled 2 Savior prophecies instead.”

Bladedance paused. “Really?”

“I have?” Alex asked, turning around with a stunned look. He looked down at the stack of papers, trying to find what other prophecy he had fulfilled, but he couldn’t see any. “What’s the prophecy?”

“I don’t know the exact wording of it, but it comes from the Weapon God, who heard it from the Divination God himself,” the Wine God said. “He was told that he would meet the Savior, someone with the power to become their doom, but also the capacity to become their Savior. And they would condemn the man to go to Hell.”

“Did he say Hell specifically?” Bladedance asked. “If so, there’s not much room for interpretation, is there?”

“There is not,” the Wine God said. “I wish I had the exact wording of the prophecy to understand more, but I haven’t had the chance to meet the Weapon God yet. From what I hear, he’s not back in his cult at all.”

Bladedance nodded slowly. “That’s fine. Are there other Savior prophecies?”