Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

The Divination God didn’t answer immediately. He let the silence linger between them, making Alex feel increasingly uncomfortable the longer no one spoke. He simply kept staring at Alex, but at the same time, appeared to not be looking at him at all.

Alex felt quite unsettled in the presence of this man.

Finally, he answered.

”The one I showed to Starsight first, meaning the one where she claimed your existence would lead to the destruction of the world, is the real one.”

Alex took a moment to take in his world.

”So the one where my survival is required for the survival of this world isn’t real?” he asked.

”What Starsight saw that day was completely fabricated by me,” the man said.

Alex narrowed his eyes. ”Why make up a fake future?” he asked. ”If my death leads to a world that is objectively better than now, then wouldn’t it have been the wiser choice to let me die there?”

The Divination God tapped the armrest a couple of times before giving a very simple response to Alex’s question.

”Who said your death is the wiser choice?”

Alex paused. ”My death leads to a bad future, doesn’t it?” he asked.

”I cannot determine what is bad or not. I merely know of the future that exists should you continue to survive,” the Divination God said.

”And what about when I die?” Alex asked.

”I do not know,” the man said. ”I cannot foresee that far ahead without Heaven assisting me, and in this particular instance, they had no inclination to help me at all.”

The Divination God saw the change in Alex’s expression and nodded slowly. ”You are confused. That is to be expected,” he said.

”I am,” Alex accepted. ”How can you see far into the future and yet at the same time not? How is Heaven involved in this in any way at all?”

The Divination God leaned back against his chair. ”If I were to explain the situation, I would explain it as such. I am a puppet.”

Alex blinked in surprise. ”A puppet? To who?”

”Not who, but to what. I am a puppet to fate,” the man said. ”Or rather, I am a puppet to the Heaven and the future it envisions.”

Alex narrowed his eyes, not understanding the man’s words.

”Its strings attach to me whenever I am around, and it shows me the future despite my desire to see them,” the Divination God said. ”And through it, I saw many futures, which includes the one I showed to Starsight. At the same time, I also cannot easily see any other futures that it does not want me to.”

He looked toward Alex. ”Do you wish to see what I and Starsight saw back then?”

Alex shifted on his bed, moving closer toward the edge as his interest in the Divination God’s words was piqued. He nodded fervently in response, as there was nothing else he wanted to see.

”Here you go then.”

Alex’s mind immediately went blank as vivid images flooded him as though living dreams that very moment, quickly overwhelming him.

Alex saw the image of Battlesage in a village surrounded by red sand, with him standing some distance away. This was during the time they had gone along to find Bladedance back in Hell.

’I’m seeing myself from a distance somehow,’ he thought.

The image changed, showing him Bladedance with her Creation, ready to attack him before the spatial wall that was crowded with the Hell beasts.

The next moment, he saw the White Tiger’s magnificent castle, created by an incredible figure of the past, known only as The Architect.

The scene changed and he saw Shumi within a forest on the final island of the trial.

It changed again and Alex saw the corpses of the Dragon Father and Phoenix Mother.

They were then replaced by a sudden burst of brightness as Sun Fire blossomed before him.

Then he stood on the cliff-side teleportation formation of the Sky God’s realm. That was today.

And the scene still changed, showing him more.

A group of bald men surrounded him in red and yellow robes.

The changes began moving faster and faster.

He stood with a glowing sword in his hand, with a woman standing nearby.

A dark wall filled his vision the next moment, like dark clouds covering the sky.

A crystal coffin lay empty before him in a dark room.

Alex could barely keep up with the speed, making out very little of what he was seeing.

A single unassuming stone wall stood before him, its features obscure, the same as its importance.

In a dark room, surrounded by many other things, lay a large white stone that seemed to glow with a silver light.

He confronted a hairless man with a prayer bead necklace, with two red scars on his forehead.

The scenes flashed by far too quickly.

He saw Purplerain for a second.

He saw the figure of a draconic turtle.

He saw an enormous ship.

He saw a horn.

He saw a white dress. He saw armies fighting each other.

At that point, Alex could not tell apart what he was seeing. The images were just colors blurring into each other, until it all came to a sudden halt.

Alex saw darkness that swam with bright colors like stars twinkling. Although, his intuition told him that he wasn’t looking at stars at all. At least, not all of it.

His eyes followed his feeling, moving toward the moon, which vanished the moment he looked at it, gone forever.

His eyes turned toward the sun next, which too vanished the moment he looked at it. Then, one by one, the myriad of stars went out of existence as well, until there was nothing but darkness in the land.

Alex snapped out of the vision instantly, but he remained frozen in shock as everything he had learned from it told him of the truth that Starsight had told him long ago.

”I see,” he said slowly, coming to terms with what he had always thought to be a lie. ”No wonder she called me the Destroyer.”