Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy

Chapter 2567  [Extras]

The Divination God floated high in the sky, watching down as Alex was teleported away. Once again, he had to watch the young man leave for another world.

Unlike last time, however, things weren't as simple as the ascendance of a new Immortal.

The path before the Divination God seemed so clear now. He could see how the future was going to proceed and how he could make the smallest changes to affect something big far in the future.

Once again, he was cursed with the knowledge of everything that was going to happen.

'Both of them are gone,' the Divination God thought.

Alex had gone to a place where he couldn't follow. And soon, Shumi would go to a place where he had difficulty following as well. And without either of the two present, the Divination God simply couldn't hide the futures from himself.

There was but a single thing he could do to maintain his curse. He could go into outer space, where the visions of the futures wouldn't be as harsh. But he couldn't leave just yet.

There were two that would come to meet him any moment now.

The Divination God turned as the Winter God and the Storm God arrived in the sky before him.

"It's been a long time, friends," the Divination God said.

"You've finally decided to show yourself," the Winter God said. "How long were you intending to hide?"

"I didn't hide," the Divination God said. "I was merely busy with some other things."

"Screw that," the Storm God said angrily. "Tell us if the future has changed or not. Did anything we do matter in the end or not, or is our doom inevitable?"

The Divination God thought for a moment. "You did the best you could, given what little knowledge you had. I expected nothing less of you in this matter."

"And? What about the future?"

"The future… has not happened yet. When it does, you will know whether you failed or succeeded here today," the Divination God said.

"You… bastard!" the Storm God said angrily. The sky shook around him, with dark clouds gathering all around. His two axioms covered the entire 100-kilometer area around him.

In the presence of the Storm God, no other thing in nature held as much power as a bolt of lightning, and only light was faster than a lightning bolt. Great power surged in the Storm God's palm, something not meant to be used as an attack but merely as a form of intimidation.

The Winter God frowned. She did not want any conflict here.

The Divination God simply watched, his expression unamused. At this moment, the Storm God was stronger than him—far stronger since he had more than just the power of his cultivation base on his side.

"Do you wish to strike me, Half-God?" the Divination God asked.

The Storm God's power raged for a good few seconds before it died down. The storm cleared, and the energy dissipated.

It had been a while, so he had forgotten just how useless it was to threaten the Divination God. He saw through every fake threat and knew every real attack that was coming.

The fact that he had waited for them here meant that he knew he wasn't in danger. There truly had been no point.

The Divination God looked at the two of them and said, "My job here is done. I have done what I needed to do, and you have done what you needed to do. Rest assured that with your actions today, you have saved our existence."

"So we are no longer doomed?" the Winter God asked.

The Divination God didn't answer. The middle-aged man simply bowed and flew away, leaving the two by themselves. He flew up into the sky, outside of the heavens, where knowledge of the future would be ever present in him.

As for where he would have to go next, the Divination God sadly already knew. There was nothing about his future he didn't know.

How many more years before this curse of his would be lifted?

"There's still some time for me to suffer," he thought to himself. "But I will get there. I will be free."

Thinking as much, he flew into space, making his way to a destination that would hold no surprises for him at all.

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A middle-aged man with brown hair, longer on one side and shorter on the other, sat in a tea shop, sipping on his tea. The tournament on the screen had ended a while ago, and people were beginning to leave the place.

Since the tournament wasn't the reason why he had come to the Medicine World, he had reasons to stay behind, unlike others. He brought out a small bundle of white cloth, which he unwrapped to reveal a bunch of red text written on the inside.

Each of the texts was only a few lines long. The man scoured through the texts, coming down to the one he brought the cloth out for.

Now that the tournament was over, the billions of people would finally be free to pay attention to something else. Because of that, they would be there to witness him when he finally did it in this world.

'I hope most of them haven't forgotten the words to it,' the man thought. He had prepared just the right items for it, after all.

To stir the heavens, he could just do it himself. To give birth to one that didn't exist—that had been slightly difficult—but he had managed to get two different beasts of very different species to have a child, a combination that likely had never existed in nature before.

'Pain is all that showers… is that blood or scream?' the man wondered. 'I should do both. As for seeing stars, I should get the clouds out tonight so no one sees the stars. Will they be haunted by it?'

Everything was ready, more or less, but there was one part of the text that did not fit for now.