Potion Maker - Chapter 54

Will still couldn’t shake off the shock he was feeling.

The thing about Rejected? Is it possible I am the descendant of one of the original inhabitants of this universe?

No, I don’t think it’s possible, my family would have left something for me..

Watching the snow fall from the sky, Will shook his head as he sat in a nearby pavilion, his eyes glossed over as he thought about the last things he read.

What was written in the end was by a single survivor of the change.

‘It is me, the previous ruler of this planet. I have went through all of the teleportation arrays that were setup in all the locations of this universe, there is no one left! All the original inhabitants were eradicated if they were weak, and split the void and fled if they were strong enough! I wait for a fortuitous encounter to get me out of this situation, sadly I have no understanding of s.p.a.ce time otherwise I would have left sooner!’

There were many ineligible words that were partially destroyed from the pa.s.sage of time. But this could be made out.

‘It has been thirty years since the universe was changed, thirty years for someone as powerful as me is nothing but several days to a mortal, but this time these thirty years felt like an eternity I felt a disturbance in the s.p.a.ce time yesterday, and decided to investigate hoping that it was someone who returned to this universe. It was! So long since I have seen a familiar face! I was about to reveal myself, but he issued a challenge to the new laws of the universe. Stupid! I couldn’t tell how much time pa.s.sed, but he fought with the ent.i.ty and held out for several thousand rounds as he was being struck by heavenly tribulation. Sadly, in the end he was killed by an incantation of ice the ent.i.ty never used before. One would say I am a coward for not a.s.sisting my comrade, but I am recording this for anyone, any descendants of those who returned to this universe. Only those who carry the bloodline, any bloodline of the original inhabitants of this universe can read this, any bloodline means dragons and phoenixes as well, as long as they are the original inhabitants, or descendants of the original inhabitants of this universe.’

Will’s eyes remained glossy as he recalled this particular chunk of a stone tablet. He was still skeptical, he asked everyone in the library if they could read it, even the old librarian who was skilled in thousands of ancient languages, but none of them could even get a feeling for the words.

Even after all of the evidence, I still refuse to believe this, is it because I am afraid?

Whatever, sooner or later I will have to accept this, but for now I must continue trying to comprehend what exactly happened.

Next was this portion:

‘It has been a century since I have wrote anything down, I wish that anyone who is reading this would leave the universe and go back the way they came. Your ancestors failed to stop the ent.i.ty, so unless you have enough power, you should flee as soon as possible! If you can’t flee, get as strong as you can before the ent.i.ty finds you! If you are a survivor, then congratulations on surviving so long and I am in awe of your determination to get back what’s ours. Though, if you happen to be a descendant and cannot return, awaken your blood as soon as possible! The Qi cultivation techniques one practices is pa.s.sed on through blood, inherited from your ancestors, each bloodline has a different ancestor as only one family will have the same techniques.

If you happen to have two different bloodlines only one will awaken and it would be the one to take over, if you have the bloodline of the Flame Ancestor and the Wind Ancestor, the first to awaken will be the only one to awaken. For all the elements is a human ancestor that was born from the elements, there are even mutated elements. If you are lucky you will get the origin element, and the bloodline of the Origin Ancestor is the strongest bloodline that is known. Only his descendant will be able to stop the ent.i.ty, as all the elements can be used without restraint by the descendant of the Origin Ancestor. When your blood awakens you will most likely be in extreme danger, those who don’t have their Qi channels formed will have them grow like roots digging into the earth, this process may or may not be painful, most likely after entering this universe you will find you have no energy channels which is normal considering the seal that was placed to counteract the Qi cultivators of this universe.

There is a guarantee that you already have, will be, or are currently going through the process of awakening your blood. This old man hopes that the one whom is reading this is the Origin descendant, if you can read the following symbols, it proves you are the descendant: /? o0O~<`!>

This old man has to go now, I attempted to break through to the next level of cultivation and leaked to much Qi, I guess this old man will have his final showdown. Whoever you are, I implore you to try your best to survive for all of us, and any other descendants that may return to their ancestral home.’

“Although being rejected by the heavens may seem as if your life is no longer yours, you must remember that destiny only points you to a path, how you walk it is up to you. Descendant of the Origin Ancestor, your path is already determined to be a harsh one as the universe was adjusted to act harsher towards the stronger bloodlines, this path of bloodshed will be inevitable, but only you can decide how the path is tread. I wish you the best of luck young one”

Will was utterly shocked when he first read this, still shocked even at this moment. He could hardly believe what he read, but those symbols caused his blood to boil rapidly as the feeling of something happening in his body returned.

Is this the blood awakening? Does that mean I can cultivate? When will the inherited knowledge be unlocked?

If this is true I am ecstatic, I just hope that I didn’t fall into an ancient prank that targets specific people.

Looking at the falling snow gradually decreasing, Will decided it would be best to return to his room and fully absorb the ancient history that survived a calamity and the other knowledge he gained.

As he walked along the path the sound of snow crunching beneath his feet could be heard as he shivered.

The pavilion he was sitting on crumbled to pieces as a dark cloud disappeared from the sky, alongside some purple flashes of electricity that faded away on the rubble that was the pavilion.

It was the weakest form of heavenly tribulation meant to destroy a weak potential danger to the laws of the universe before it matures.

It seems as if the universe and the heavens have noticed his existence.