101 Heaven and Earth as The Furnace (1/2)

Fire, fire, fire...

This ancient voice seemed to be generated from the endless river of time, spanning through millions of years before reverberating in his ears.

Feng Lin saw an unbelievable scene. It was as though his body was brought into a sea of fire; flames blazed brilliantly all around him.

However, he didn't sense the heat. Evidently, this was just an illusion.

Feng Lin's perspective seemed to be in a fixed state that couldn't be changed. However, the scenes before his eyes seemed to be like a 3D image, with the picture flowing accordingly to the shifting of his vision.

He was somehow inside the flame with iron walls around him. The entire space was in the shape of a sphere.

This appears to be...

A furnace?!

Feng Lin's heart stirred. Is this the memories of the crystals?

It was strange that there were eight spherical holes all around the interior of this furnace. There were also palm-leaf fans sending gusts of violent winds into the furnace. It caused the wind energy to complement the fire energy, making it blaze even more intensely.

Feng Lin only felt his vision floating, like his body was rising and falling inside the furnace. However, this was just an illusion created by memories; it wasn't real. He also couldn't feel the temperature; hence, he was not uncomfortable at all.

”The heavens and earth as the furnace, the multitude of living things as the ingredients!”

A scholarly voice drifted in.

Feng Lin turned his gaze in the direction of the void. Through the eight holes where the wind flowed in, Feng Lin could see the scene outside.

Layers of white clouds blanketed his vision, with immortal mist and fog all around.

On a jade-white platform, an old man with flowing white beard was dressed in ancient chinese robes, sitting atop a purple-colored praying mat. He had a faint air of immortality around him, and he simply sat there, appearing near but in reality being very far away. In Feng Lin's vision, things were clear, but they seemed to be obscured by something. It seemed as though no one could see this old man clearly. There was nothing to rely on, no way to search for him.

Many men in long robes and tied up bun-like hair sat below him. Their expressions were all solemn as they respectfully listened to the lecture.

”The multitude of living things enter my furnace. The medicine refinement technique is to refine the multitude of things in the world, transforming them into medicine. However, it cannot be considered a truly high-grade art. Above the medicine refinement technique, there's the pill concoction technique or better known as alchemy. Alchemists can use pill concoction techniques to seize the destiny of the world, transforming something rotten into something wondrous…”

The voice of this immortal-like old man was loud and clear, filled with a refined tone. The gentle breeze of the mountain could be felt in the air as he spoke about the supreme and wondrous technique, a technique filled with dao intent.

Feng Lin's expression grew solemn; he pricked his ears up and listened carefully.

”Medicine refinement technique is just a mortal art at most, and only the pill concoction technique is the true wondrous technique of fate. What is a pill? What is medicine? Pills are medicines that have a life in them; medicines are pills that have no life in them. Every single concocted pill is a brand new life with its own intelligence. Only when one consumes pills would they be able to regulate their own destiny, allowing their bodies to be compatible with the medicinal effects, not allowing the potency of the pill to strike against the limits of the body. Some magic pills are even able to allow someone to be reborn again stronger than ever…”

The old man slowly lectured on, imparting profound teachings as everyone listened attentively.

Feng Lin felt great waves of emotions in his heart. Alchemy!

He came from the 21st century, in an era before myths and legends disappeared from the world. He had naturally heard of pill concoction and alchemy before.

Although countless novelist had used their imaginations to conceive boundless fascinating stories, everyone knew that alchemy was merely something in the myths and legends. It didn't really exist in the world.

Who would have thought that all of this was actually real?

He actually managed to see the secrets of alchemy through the memories of the crystal lifeforms.

The paste-like medicine basically wasn't any ancient divine medicine; it was a magic pill! It was just that through the baptism of time, it had lost its original form and took on this current shape.

The medicinal potency of this paste was already weakened by more than half. But even so, it was enough to cause a human to be reborn, becoming an interstellar cultivator in a single step.

Feng Lin had no doubts about this point.

One must know that in the myths and legends of Ancient China, there were many stories about having an eternal life upon consuming some magic pills, allowing one to fly up to the skies.

Only alchemy in the legends would allow one to have this effect of transcending their mortality and be reborn stronger.

Feng Lin felt a rush of excitement. If he managed to learn alchemy and gain this mythological inheritance from this old man, he might be able to step on a path that was unprecedented if he combined alchemy with his knowledge of genetic potions. His potential would be unlimited, his future boundlessly bright.

He continued to look through the memories.

Just like what this old man had spoken, alchemy was a wondrous technique of fate. Every single magic pill concocted was a little lifeform.

And the first scene these little lives saw when they were born would naturally be etched deeply inside their memories.

The moment a magic pill was concocted, it would gain the characteristics of life and instinctively record the scenes before it as memories.

It was only because of this that Feng Lin managed to learn something of alchemy through a quirk of luck.

Feng Lin was incomparably serious as he listened to the lecture, even more serious than these disciples.