Chapter 121: Chapter 110: Philosopher’s Stone
"What’s this?" he asked curiously.
Thompson explained softly:
"An attributeless energy crystal, one of the fundantal materials of alchemy, able to store and transform various elental energies. Alchemists often use it as a core material to construct various alchemy devices."
Ron observed the crystal in his hand curiously, feeling a subtle energy fluctuation emanating from it.
"For beginners, this type of crystal is an excellent tool for practicing elental manipulation."
Thompson continued: "It can intuitively reflect whether your spiritual power output is precise."
Ron carefully channeled his spiritual power into the crystal, which imdiately lit up with brighter purple light and began to vibrate slightly.
"Very well controlled," Thompson praised:
"Now, try to guide this energy in a specific direction—imagine it forming a vortex within the crystal."
Ron closed his eyes, focusing on sensing the energy flow within the crystal, guiding it according to Thompson’s instructions.
The glow of the crystal began to change, presenting spiral light patterns from the center outward.
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"Outstanding." Thompson smiled and said, "It seems you truly have a remarkable talent for spiritual control, and you are an excellent alchemist yourself, so..."
He pondered for a mont, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, as if considering whether to share so secret knowledge.
Finally, he decided to continue:
"Do you know? Although the attributeless energy crystal is very practical, in the ultimate pursuit of alchemy, it is but the most basic step."
"Ultimate pursuit?" Ron asked curiously.
Thompson lowered his voice, his tone becoming mysterious and reverent:
"The Philosopher’s Stone—it’s the ultimate dream of all alchemists. It’s said to create anything the heart desires, even things that don’t exist in the world."
Ron’s eyes lit up: "Does such a thing really exist?"
"This question has troubled countless alchemy masters for several eras."
Thompson sighed lightly: "So call it a fictional myth, so claim to have glimpsed its true form, and others believe it is not truly a material, but a realm or state."
He took a book from the shelf and turned to a page, where a complex circular pattern was drawn, with a red crystal at the center surrounded by countless runes and lines.
"The ancient tablet ’The Jade Record’ once recorded:
’The Philosopher’s Stone, neither stone nor material, born of nothing, dies in reality. It is both the beginning of all things and the ultimate destination. He who masters it holds the power to rewrite reality; he who seeks it may gain eternal wisdom, or fall into eternal madness.’"
Thompson closed the book, his gaze deep:
"It’s said that the Philosopher’s Stone can transform base tals into pure gold, cure all diseases, and even grant the bearer immortality. But more alchemy masters believe its true power lies in crossing the bounds of reality and the void, creating miracles that should not exist."
His words carried a hint of warning:
"However, all records of those who pursued this item inevitably recount terrifying costs—most ancient alchemists who touched upon the ultimate secrets lost their sanity or completely disappeared in the river of history."
Ron pondered: "It sounds very much like symptoms of deep spiritual contamination..."
"Keen observation," Thompson nodded appreciatively:
"Indeed, so scholars speculate that the Philosopher’s Stone may be related to so ancient chaos existence, and perhaps the pursuers’ spirits couldn’t withstand the collapse when facing that existence."
He returned the book to the shelf and resud his calm tone:
"In any case, as a beginner, you just need to master basic alchemy techniques. As for those ultimate secrets, consider them after you beco an official wizard. After all, secrets that even official wizards spend their entire lives unable to reach are too distant for an apprentice."
The extra guidance lasted for nearly half an hour, and by the end, Ron felt his understanding of alchemy had progressed further.
But he also felt a strange unease about that legendary Philosopher’s Stone, as if it was a taboo that should not be touched by mortals.
Next was the "Elental Affinity" course, which was vastly different from "Alchemy Practice" but equally captivating.
The classroom was a circular space with walls painted with complex runes representing various elents.
At the center was an elental pool, where different elental powers flowed freely, creating a dazzling spectacle.
The instructor was Laila, an advanced apprentice, a graceful woman with a long grey robe embroidered with silver edges, long hair cascading to her waist, and holding a magic wand inlaid with a water-blue gemstone at the top.
"Elental affinity is a fundantal ability for every wizard." Laila’s voice was as gentle as a breeze:
"No matter what specialization you choose in the future, understanding and mastering the essence of elents will benefit you for a lifeti."
The first lesson primarily explained the basic traits and identification thods of different elents.
Laila demonstrated through the elental pool, showing students the traits of foundational elents like fire, water, earth, wind, light, and darkness.
"Close your eyes, feel the elental fluctuations around you."
Laila instructed: "Each elent has its unique frequency and rhythm. Learning to identify them is the first step to mastering elental affinity."
Following the instructions, Ron closed his eyes, carefully extending his spiritual power outward.
Initially, he could only sense a chaotic energy fluctuation, but as his focus increased, the fluctuations of different elents gradually beca clear.
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