Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy - Chapter 2206: Starsight

The Alchemy God watched the Formation God and Artifact God leave the room to return to their designated courtyards that would be teeming full of their people by now.

He had asked the two of them for help in the upcoming tournament as they two would in fact be the best at making all kinds of formations and artifacts as would be necessary for it all.

Both of their people were working closely with his people to make the tournament go with as little trouble as they could manage. Still, they were prepared for unforeseen circumstances.

The Alchemy God sat on the couch, tired, but not done with work yet. He brought out a medallion and began reading through the reports for the day. Various important information was recorded in the reports, all for him to notice.

There was a man whose peak Immortal realm was not even two thousand years old yet. There was Silvermist’s disciple who had registered over 135 artifacts, most of which were swords. There was the Divine realm cultivator, hiding his cultivation base to try and enter.

There was Firestar’s disciple, a young woman who wasn’t even 200 years old, who was said to be able to create Pill Clouds more often than anyone else. There were thousands of mortal children that were being brought in.

Goldgrass had even come with 2 different disciples, so the workers wondered how they were supposed to handle that.

One report after another, Whitesong looked through it all, making some decisions here and there where it was required of him. He sighed at how much work it was, but he couldn’t complain.

This was a curated version of the report in the first place. It was only the ones that mattered to him that he had to look through. Mo Duguan went through the real report to decide what was worth his time and what wasn’t.

If anyone could be said to be working hard, it would’ve been her.

The Alchemy God relaxed for a few minutes when his eyes narrowed and he looked at the door. The door opened without warning and an old woman walked in.

“Your majesty,” she said in a bow. She had stopped a bit after walking in. “Starsight, you’re finally back,” he said, getting up from his couch. He looked around for the man who would accompany her and noticed him far away in a different part of the building, chatting with the other two gods that had come there.

“I told you I would be back before the tournament,” she said. The old woman looked at the medallion in the Alchemy God’s hand and asked, “No luck finding the books?” The Alchemy God shook his head. “I don’t think any of them have the third book,” he said. “If they do, they aren’t bringing it up to register it.”

“Hmm, it would be a difficult tournament for them if they don’t use all of what they have,” the old woman said. “Which probably means that they don’t have it. Your search will end here again.”

The Alchemy God couldn’t help but slump back on the couch. “It seems that way,” he said. “I had hoped there would be a book, but I don’t think there is. Can you see if someone is hiding it?”

“I can try,” the woman said and blinked. With just that blink, her eyes went from deep brown to pale white. Her head tilted toward the sky as she tried to see the future.

Starsight was a member of the order of Fatekeepers, an old group of seers who could see Fate and use it to determine someone or something’s future. Their group was the best of the best within the entire Immortal realm and were the ones that came up with most of the prophecies from around the different realms.

The woman blinked again and her eyes turned to normal. “I cannot see anything solid again,” she said. “Something is blocking my ability to see the future, but I can’t tell what it is.”

The Alchemy God frowned. “An artifact? How can you not see it when you are this close?” he asked.

“I do not know,” the old woman said. “I do not believe anyone could view the future right now. It’s all too jumbled.”

“It is weird that a single artifact and causing you to fail to see the collective future of the rest of the tournament,” Whitesong said. “For someone who is eligible to take the Divination God’s seat, it is certainly a concern that you can see nothing.”

The woman couldn’t help but grimace at those words. “I am of no match to the Divination God. He was burdened with the sight of the future even when he did not want to. I could never replace such a man,” she said, feeling a little sad about the death of such an incredible god.

The Alchemy God said nothing. He had only heard about the Divination God and had never seen him before. All that was known of the man was that he was reclusive and hated being called a God.

And for the past 100 thousand years, he had completely disappeared. Many believed that he had even died in one of the wars, but his corpse was yet to be found. Even if he was not dead by some freak chance, it had been long enough since he used his mantle that it could be transferred over to someone worthy of it.

Starsight was most certainly the most worthy of all seers as her ability to see the future was overshadowed only ever by the Divination god.

“I do not think I will take that offer,” the woman said and shook her head. “I did find someone on this journey that might fit to be the next Divination god.”

The Alchemy God was a little curious, but he didn’t ask anything. He did not need to bother himself in someone else’s business. Whatever they did, it wouldn’t matter to him.

“I think the chance of one of them having the book is so damn low that you might as well prepare yourself to not find it,” the woman said. “I will search again on the day of the competition, but…”

“I understand,” the Alchemy God said. “You do not have to say anything.”

He had been ready for this truth forever, but he still kept hope. There was still time.

“What if there is no book for real at the end?” the woman asked. “What next? What happens to the tournament?” “What happens? What else is supposed to happen?” the Alchemy God asked. “Whether they have the book or not is merely a curiosity on my part. In the end, the tournament is real and we must find a winner. It is necessary for the betterment of the Human race.”

The old woman nodded. “It seems you have thought about it plenty, your Majesty,” the woman said.

“What are you guys talking about?” the middle-aged man that had come with the woman, finally arrived in their room. “Can’t you knock first, Rain?” the Alchemy God asked.

“Too boring,” the man said. “It is better when the unexpected happens, isn’t it?”

Whitesong nodded in agreement. As much as he disliked the man, he had to admit that he was correct. The unexpected could happen.

There was still a chance.