Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy

”Is it time already?” Alex asked. He had been so invested in learning Dao that he had forgotten every concept of time.

”Itʼs been 28 days. We only have 2 more days, so we are leaving,” Liz said.

”28 days… I didnʼt realize,” Alex said. He felt amused at how easily time had passed. ”We still have 2 more days right?”

”Yes,” the elders said. ”But there is not much scent remaining in the pool anymore, and itʼs impossible to learn a Dao in just 2 days.”

Alex smiled. ”I would like to stay until the very end then. If seniors are going to leave, then farewell.”

The Saints that were about to walk out, stopped. ”Wait, what do you mean you want to try again? There are only 2 days left. Do you think you can learn more Dao?” one of them asked.

”I can always try,” Alex said. He wasnʼt confident about most Dao, but he was confident regarding a single one he had been pushing back for a long time.

”If that is so then we will wait and see how far you go,” the elders said and didnʼt leave.

”I am really curious if you can learn 8 Daos at once now,” another elder said and sat back down in the hot spring.

Alex closed his eyes and began his process to learn another Dao. This time, he had a hard time falling into an assisted trance as there was almost no scent remaining in the mountain anymore. It had all been used up.

However, Alex didnʼt need a scent to fall into trance for this one. Previously, thanks to the scent and assisted trance, his mind had wandered on its own, thinking of whatever it wanted to.

However, now that he was without any trance, Alex could think of whatever he wanted. And he knew exactly what he wanted to think about.

His mind fell into a trance on its own as Alex began thinking about the day 3 years ago.

The day when he died 100 times.

This was a traumatic event for Alex, one that he had tried to keep at bay ever since he had obtained the Undying inheritance.

The pain he felt when his body burned alongside the lava, the horror of suffocating under molten rocks, and the terror of death was a feeling he would rather never remember feeling.

Or at least, that was his thought previously. His will had strengthened from the repeated deaths, such that he could hold on to his thought even when multiple memories invaded him.

Still, the thought of having died had terrified him, and what terrified him more was that he understood it.

He understood what death was. To lose your body, to lose your spirit, to lose your soul.

Death was the end, and he has seen it. Both by himself, and through the memories of the First Undying god.

He avoided thinking about death as much as he could, as that was not something he thought he could handle thinking about. However, after improving his Intent for so long, his will had improved as well, and he knew he could handle it all now.

So, he revisited the night he died, he revisited the memories of all the Undying gods and their constant death and revival.

Half a day later, the Saint realm cultivators remained stunned as the worldly laws dropped once again, dark and terrifying.

The few ancestors felt the aura that to them meant the signal for something. When the worldly law left after some more time, Alex had done it.

He had learned the Dao of Death.