Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

When all facts were piled together, there was only one possible answer and it shocked Alex to a point where he began to second guess himself.

Surely something like this couldn’t exist, right?

He had to try.

Alex now had the technique to work with, and the Intent to go along with it. So, he began.

Having used the technique once, Alex easily used it again, pulling the Qi up to his mind in less than half the time of the previous instance. He kept the Intent throughout the entire time, even though it was totally ridiculous, and when the Qi reached the end of the path in his brain, he suddenly got a splitting headache.

“Argh!” Alex cried out in pain, buckling over into the ground. He collapsed, his head writhing in pain as his headache barely lowered. “Brother?” Pearl asked, quickly grabbing him, and pulling him up. At the same time, the others came up to help him as well. They brought him up, questioning him. But Alex couldn’t hear anything at the moment.

At the moment, his mind was somewhere else.

The headache vanished suddenly and he felt as though he had appeared in a world of infinite darkness. He started and looked around, only darkness filling his eyes. He saw nothing.

And then, from the darkness appeared from two Sabers.

The Sabers were made of darker metal, slightly more curved than regular sabers. They felt real, but so did this darkness. And Alex knew it couldn’t be.

He reached out for the two sabers, trying to grab them. But before he could, two hands appeared from the darkness, grabbing onto the saber.

And then, walking out of the pitch-black void came the figure of a handsome man with long hair tied in a bun. He looked sad, but in a way where he understood this was going to happen.

Alex looked at the man and then the saber. He wanted to call out the man’s name, but he found himself unable to.

“If you are hearing from me, then I must have not survived,” the man said. “I am Sixghost, a subordinate of the now departed Saber God, the founder of the Twin Saber sect, and now… a dead man.”

A look of melancholy came across his face. “Whoever you are, I thank you for finding what I left behind. I am sorry I had to make it this difficult to find it, but the Saber God would’ve wished for his technique to not be distributed so easily.”

Alex’s eyes widened in shock. ‘The Saber God’s technique,’ he thought. It made sense to him now.

“I am happy that someone found it, and that my Intent lasted long enough that I could grant you this Inheritance. Do not reject this.”

Alex felt something trying to worm its way into his mind. A strong, but calm Intent. He had felt this way in the past once when he was only just a True Realm cultivator, and the spirit of the 8th Undying God poured into his mind the Inheritance of all the 8 Undying Gods.

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This was the same feeling, but compared to that time, it was not painful at all.

Alex gained the inheritance, a flow of knowledge. Unlike the undying gods, he got no memories at all. The info was more than enough.

Alex came out of the darkness, finding himself leaning against the wall, propped up by Pearl. He looked at Pearl and saw the concerned look on his face.

The headache he felt earlier still remained, but it had lowered by a lot and no longer hurt as much.

“I’m alright,” Alex said, slowly standing up. Pearl stood up along with him, catching him, but Alex didn’t need the help.

Alex ignored the people gathered around him and stared at the painting on the wall far in front of him. The man, the sabers, and the darkness. It was similar to what he had just seen a vision of. Because of what had happened to him, a big enough commotion had formed around him that no one else had noticed something crucial.

No one noticed that the pressing Intent around the painting had now dropped completely, and the knowledge Alex got from the inheritance immediately told him about something.

He got up and moved toward the painting amid everyone’s watchful gaze. He reached the painting, now no longer warding people off. He reached for it and created a fire that suddenly burned the painting.

The suddenness of that action caught everyone off guard. Many shouted at Alex, telling him to stop. But Alex had already started, and the fire burned the painting.

It burned the man, and it burned the darkness surrounding him, lighting it all on fire. But the two Sabers in the painting remained intact. When the fire finished burning the painting, the two sabers fell out of the painting, landing point first into the ground below, clanking around.

The sudden appearance of the saber did not just come with the sound, but the strong passive Saber aura. The few people that were in the room were slack jawed at the appearance of the two sabers.

“Is that…”

“That can’t be!”

Sound of shock and surprise rang through the entire room at once.

Without a single doubt, everyone knew that these were the sabers that they were all looking for. This was the treasure left behind here for over a hundred thousand years.

The legacy treasure of Reverend Sixghost.

“He found it!”

“Holy shit! It’s been found.”

Immediately, the news spread. People in the other rooms came into the room quickly and watched as Alex stood next to the ashes of the painting, now holding the two Sabers in his arms.

“Dear god! It actually exists,” Primrose said. “You found it!”

“I did,” Alex answered. “We can all leave the secret realm now.”

More people came, with Ninerise and Miao Wupeng arriving almost at the same time. It appeared that they had sensed the sudden arrival of the new aura from the Mind Palace and had run here as soon as they could.

“Brother Dawnblade,” Miao Wupeng said with a shocked look. “Where were they? How did you find them?”

Ninerise stared at Alex with a complicated look on his face. He was surprised like everyone else, but he was confused too. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, was it?

Alex had been searching for a technique all this time. How had he ended up finding the Sabers instead? Was everything about the organs and the paths a misdirection on his part?

Ninerise was severely confused.

Of course, it was no lie. Alex had intended to find the technique, and had now, in fact, found the technique.

The Sabers were no more than ornaments compared to the technique he got. Alex still couldn’t believe he had received such a technique.

The technique he got came directly from the Saber god, named Provenance Duality: Duplication. It was indeed a technique capable of replicating something, which was why the Intent had nearly worked with Alex’s technique, even though the technique itself was incorrect.

And the thing it duplicated was not weapons or artifacts, but something far greater.

The technique duplicated someone’s Origin itself.