Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

When Alex and Bladedance arrived inside the building, they were surprised to see a massive hall filled with people of all sorts of

strength and backgrounds.

Alex stared around at them all, counting over a hundred people there, with almost all of them in the Divine realm. It was quite the surprising sight.

“Who are these people?” Bladedance asked before Alex could voice his own curiosities.

“People of the various sects and great families of the two continents,” Flamestrider answered. “These are the people who, in some way, helped us make the expedition possible. They all chipped in during the expedition’s preparation, so they are all here to learn more about

it.”

“I see,” Bladedance said, looking up toward the balcony area where she could sense the gods awaiting her. “So long as you don’t expect my disciple to speak about his own experience in front of them all, that’s fine.”

She turned and walked toward the balcony, while Alex followed closely behind her.

Alex greeted the gods when he met them, as well as the prince and a few other people that he didn’t recognize. They seemed old at a glance, archaic even. Upon learning that they were the ancestors of the great houses and great elders of the big sects, he understood their presence here.

While they didn’t hold the same influence as the gods, these people were most definitely comparable to them. In fact, most of the people there were likely stronger than the Wine God by a large margin.

Their eyes lingered on Alex for a brief moment before moving away. Alex wondered if it was his power that made their eyes linger, or his

reputation. Could these old folks also know who he was?

‘My energy is somewhat back, but it will still need multiple years to reach the same amount as before, Alex thought. In that case, it might not have been his energy.

Alex remained silent for the most part as he sat and waited, while the gods and Divinities chatted among themselves. He answered any questions they asked, but beyond that, he said nothing.

After nearly half an hour of being there, the Beast God stood and approached the edge of the balcony.

She clapped once, and the room went silent. All heads turned toward her, not one eye looking at her with disrespect.

“Before I hand over the focus to the fourteen brave passengers of the Cerulean Sparrow, I would like to give my apologies to everyone here,” she said. “We knew this expedition would likely fail. We knew it was wishful thinking to even consider the possibility that we could reach the moon that no one has in the past. We knew everything we were doing was foolish, and yet, you all chose to go along with this foolishness regardless because of my request. For that, I would like to thank you all. And at the same time, for failing you all, I give you my deepest apology.”

Several voices rose in that moment, telling the Beast God that she wasn’t to blame. They had made the decision to help her despite knowing everything. They had known the risks, so she shouldn’t be the only one to take the blame.

“No one died, and that is all that matters,” someone shouted, and the rest concurred.

The Beast God still bowed. “Regardless, we failed, and it is all my fault. Please do not blame the explorers who did their best.”

After saying that, the Beast God prepared the stage for the fourteen explorers to give their report on what had happened during the expedition and what had gone wrong.

The fourteen gathered at the podium down below, before the hall. They were led by Xue Yu’er, an ethereal beauty whose presence caused many women to shrink in inferiority, while many men tried to appear better than they were.

Xue Yu’er, the de facto leader of the group, stepped forward and bowed. She introduced herself briefly, explaining her role on the ship. She was the decision-maker.

Bigshell introduced himself second as the navigator, and the rest followed.

There were two alchemists, two talisman makers, three formation masters, one artifact master, and four others with miscellaneous

talents.

They began their report from the start, when the Cerulean Sparrow left the Holy Beast Continent and headed toward the True Moon. Everyone already knew the moon was far away, so they all expected their journey to take a long time.

They had gathered a lot of resources to last the next few millennia out in space, away from all other life.

With the ship as powerful as it was, they had nothing to fear. Space debris would just bounce off the barrier, so they spent their time cultivating or simply waiting around on deck.

Their journey was without any trouble or events. All they could do was look toward the moon that refused to grow larger even as they

traveled far toward it.

Meanwhile, the sun grew smaller, albeit not by much.

After a thousand years of being out in space, with the moon still

seeming far away, one among their crew noticed something.

“The spatial barrier we were about to hit was invisible, but had we not been distracted by this, we might have noticed it in time,” Xue Yu’er

explained.

She brought out some talismans and passed them along.

“We’ve recorded everything we saw back then, so please take a look at

it.”

The talisman reached the hands of every important figure. Bladedance received one as well and looked into it. Upon doing so,

her eyes narrowed in surprise.

“What is it?” Alex asked.

Bladedance didn’t know what to say. “Look for yourself.”

Curious, Alex took the talisman and looked at the recording himself.

He heard a few voices within the recording as the darkness outside the ship stretched endlessly, with the moon far away and out of

focus.

The recording was fixed on something else that was white, floating in

the endless sky.

It was a furry beast with two long ears and a round tail. And it was of a

size that no beast, not even a Celestial, could reach.

Alex gulped as he realized what it had to be. “A Primordial,” Alex whispered. “The Moon Rabbit.”