Rise of the Alchemy God

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The creature inside the cocoon seemed to have been suppressed, so for the moment, it posed no immediate danger to Ethan.

From his subsequent conversation with Bai Yu, it appeared that the being inside the cocoon was barely a fetus, and it would take some time before it could grow enough to fully emerge.

Neither of them knew whether it would be good or bad for them to allow the creature inside to be born, but for now, all they could do was wait.

Ethan, already somewhat skilled in sensing his soul, could tell that the connection with the creature was still there.

And from what he had learned from Bai Yu, killing the creature would damage his soul, as the two were linked.

It would be better to get rid of this ticking time bomb, as neither of them knew if the being inside the cocoon was evil or not, but for now they could do nothing about it.

Ethan's spiritual sea would take some time to recover, so the only thing he could do at the moment was to take care of the other pressing matter.

That was, the problem with his injured body.

Currently, Ethan was outside his sea of consciousness, waiting for Bai Yu to help him with his injuries.

With his body completely damaged, any movement would be pure hell for him, so he could only rely on her.

Bai Yu, who was standing next to Ethan's charred figure, wondered how he could possibly fully recover with just pills, especially pills that didn't exceed level 2.

For this type of injury, they would need at least a high-level level 3 pill.

The only good thing about his current condition was that there didn't seem to be much internal damage; it was mainly the outer layer of his body that had suffered the most.

'I need you to make a potion using some of the herbs from my garden, which I'll guide you to,' he said, sending a mental communication

Normally, it would be difficult to do this with someone else, but since she literally lived inside his head, communication between the two was simpler.

Hearing what he said, Bai Yu couldn't help but ask, "Don't you think you'll need something more effective than a potion to recover?"

"Yes, but I don't have many options right now.

With the potion, my skin will regenerate little by little, and then I'll focus on healing the rest of the wounds."

Bai Yu could tell that the time it would take for his skin to regrow wouldn't be short, but since they were in her minor dimension, there was plenty of time for him to recover.

Given Ethan's dragon bloodline and special physique, recovery would be faster than normal.

With the help of the potion, it would only speed up the process.

Following Ethan's instructions, Bai Yu retrieved some herbs from his medicinal herb garden and created the potion.

She couldn't say the final result was exceptional, but it was still acceptable.

He hadn't asked her to make a pill because, aside from the fact that with her current strength, she wouldn't have been able to refine one even if she wanted to, digesting it would have been difficult for him in his current condition, so he opted for a potion instead.

Since it was liquid, it would be easier to ingest, and once inside, he could use his Qi to direct the effects of the potion to the areas he wanted.

Thus began Ethan's long recovery.

During this period, he spent most of his time in his sea of consciousness, as he could do little more than lie still outside of it.

At least here, he had some freedom of movement.

The only times he emerged from it were when he needed to assimilate the potion that Bai Yu gave him regularly every two or three days.

Since he was already at the third stage, he no longer needed to consume food and could sustain himself on spiritual energy.

As a result, he also didn't need to go to the bathroom or anything else, as spiritual energy left no physical residue.

Thus, his days passed, and before he knew it, a month had flown by.

He had already recovered enough to move slightly within the first week of recovery, and by the second week, his skin had partially regrown.

By the third week, he was finally able to move his body and stand up, though his muscles still ached.

With his mobility partially regained, he prepared some pills and ointments to further accelerate the recovery process, and within about another week, he was almost fully healed.

At that moment, he was lying in his bed in the outside world, savoring the softness of the cotton-filled mattress.

Ever since he had moved here, he had practically never used his bedroom.

With his current cultivation base, sleep was no longer a necessity for him, so he either spent his time cultivating or refining, with small breaks in between.

It was only after living like this for a while that he began to understand why it was said that the path of cultivation required one to detach from the mortal world.

The people you once knew would gradually disappear over time, especially if they were not cultivators, and the same went for all the mundane concerns you had before beginning the cultivation journey.

The further one progressed, the lonelier and more isolated the path became from the mortal world.

Ethan had partly understood this reality when he started cultivating, but only now did he grasp its deeper meaning.

He wondered if, in the future, he would become indifferent to everything, like the characters in the novels he read in his previous world.

He still had the desire to find a way to return, but he questioned whether he would continue to want that in the future.

Ethan had asked himself these kinds of questions many times over the past two years.

At the beginning, he wanted to leave this place because he was weak and knew that his life wouldn't be peaceful in a world like this.

Now, even the issue of lacking strength had been resolved, or at least, he now had the means to acquire it.

So what other reasons did he have to return?

He had no family to go back to.

He had no friends to reunite with.

His days were monotonous, and it had been a long time since he found satisfaction in the things he did.

Not that the situation here was much better.

Aside from the change in environment, his life hadn't changed much.

While he pondered his future, in a dark place somewhere on the continent, another person was fearing for their own.

In a dimly lit room, illuminated only by a few torches on the walls, a man was kneeling.

His body trembled, and it seemed as if he might collapse at any moment, but the man gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay upright.

He wore a sleeveless black martial robe, leaving his muscular arms exposed.

It was the middle-aged man who had appeared during the incident a few weeks ago.

Though he bore no visible signs of injury or serious wounds, only the man himself knew the agony he was enduring at that moment.

"So, not only did you fail to recover the object, but you also allowed the seal on it to be activated."

A low, yet powerful voice echoed through the room.

At the sound of the voice, the man's body trembled even more, and he did not dare to raise his head to look forward.

There, in the midst of the darkness, out of the torches' light, a figure stood.

The figure's features were indistinguishable, but from its barely perceivable outline, it could be seen that its height would shame even the tallest man on the continent.

The figure did not move and continued to calmly watch the kneeling man in front of it.

"Now, everyone on the continent has been alerted, and if that wasn't bad enough, the object has also fallen into that person's hands."

The figure spoke, its voice remaining low and grim.

The kneeling middle-aged man thought about any methods he could use to get out of this situation alive.

'If only any of them were still alive.'

He regretted that none of his team had survived.

He knew that regardless of whether anyone else had made it out alive, he would still face his punishment, but at the moment, he wasn't just risking a simple punishment,

he was at risk of being completely eliminated.

If someone else had survived besides him, at least his situation wouldn't be this precarious, but at the moment, he didn't have that luxury and could only think of something else.

"What do you think I should do with you?"

The voice of the figure echoed again, this time much closer.

Much closer to the man.

Noticing that the figure was no longer in its previous position, but instead standing right beside him, the man nearly flinched, his heart skipping a beat.

He did not dare to turn his head toward the voice.

He knew that if he didn't speak now, he would be silenced forever.

So, with some effort, he spoke.

"I-I can still recover the object."