The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

It must be said that this "Holy Remains" has an almost supernatural ability to control the ruins.

Even Iseria, who is in the "present," can easily influence Yunevo, who is in the "past."

Therefore, Eunice deduced that the place they were in also had a certain "parallel" nature, meaning that the two ends of this barrier could easily influence each other.

Those luxurious fountains spouting scalding hot water were simply insurmountable for him. At this point, Iseria needed to find the so-called cold valve on the other side and then find a way to turn it off.

Whenever Iselia encounters an immortal monster in the shadows, she needs Yune to lie on the "sunny side" to find the monster's true form and then solve the problem "at its root".

They had no idea when that damned crystal wall would disappear...

But when Yonivore looked at the stone statue with its arms outstretched, which looked extremely incongruous and was about two meters tall, his heart began to beat inexplicably faster.

Presumably... this is the last leg of the journey.

He turned to look at Iseria on one side of the crystal wall, but unexpectedly discovered the girl's figure, and the scene afterward blurred out...

"Iseria, did you encounter... any large stone statues or anything like that?" Yunevo sighed, having no way to "see for himself" what had happened, he had no choice but to ask first.

"Hmm, a stone statue? All I see here... is an empty platform in the center of the square," Iseria said, glancing at the blurred crystal wall before truthfully relaying the scene before her to Yunevo.

"And I can't go any further, 'it' said... let me stay here, just for a moment," the girl continued.

"I understand, be careful..." Yunevo then carefully examined the stone statue in front of him.

The sculpting style resembles a Greek style from a past life, depicting a young woman with an oval face, a smooth forehead, and a high nose bridge. She lowers her head slightly, her eyes are downcast, and her expression is peaceful and devout.

It must be said that, when you break down these compositions, it is simply a perfect stone sculpture.

But as Yune looked at the raised hands, he felt an even greater sense of unease.

If the sculpture is intended to depict "a devout believer," then the posture of the lower body cannot be explained—the right leg bears the weight while the left leg is relaxed, showing no intention of kneeling or bowing.

Moreover... Iseria had not seen this female sculpture before, and the "Holy Remains" even made her wait in place for a moment. What does that mean?

Is it some kind of test specifically for him?

Yunevo circled the sculpture a few times, not daring to touch it, but just pinching its cheek, unable to fathom the "holy remains'" intentions.

Is it trying to get some kind of mindset from me through this sculpture?

Aesthetics? Values? Wouldn't it be greatly shocked by the worldview, outlook on life, and values ​​of the good young people of the new era?

Sigh... we've really gone way off track.

Yonivore shook his head and began to ponder his experiences before and after being affected by the vortex created by the obelisk.

Ether, still ether; the former is the vortex that caused the two to separate, the latter is the key to their reconnection.

What they have in common is that... the ether may all have come from Iseria, or at least they share the same origin.

Besides that, there was also the test of teamwork along the way.

Yunevo released his hand from pinching her cheek.

It seems that the purpose of this "holy remains" is more to verify that Iseria's aether possesses unique properties, and that black-robed alchemists with a bit of cunning are not uncommon...

So, what is an unequivocal "Eugene" answer?

He chuckled to himself, stepped forward, and grasped each of the stone sculpture's arms...

He suddenly yanked it down!

How could an alchemist without any external assistance so easily tear off any part of a perfectly intact stone statue?

"Because this thing was added later..." Yunevo casually tossed the two stone arms on the ground, looked at the broken-armed statue, and then at the azure sky.

"This is my attitude, this is my point of view. Are you satisfied now?"

He took a step closer to the barrier and continued, "Alchemists and mages have been involved quite a bit along the way, and I think... you're on their side, aren't you?"

"I don't care if you're a representative elected by the people of Guzerhalan, or a fourth or fifth party with ulterior motives..."

"But you must know that I am an alchemist, and alchemists always adhere to the principle of equivalent exchange."

"I've shown you what you wanted to see. If I don't receive a reply from you... I'll go get it myself."

He took out one after another the badges of merit that Starmock had given him from his storage bag, and the way he pinned those badges back to his chest was calm and unhurried.

"There will definitely be merchants coming from Stamok along the way, don't you think...?"

"If one of Starmok's most brilliant 'beacons'... were extinguished in this desert, what would the old mages think?"

Yunevo said nothing more, but lowered his head, put his hands into his sleeves, and walked straight toward the "air" barrier in front of him.

The next moment, a faint cracking sound was heard...

The barrier, along with the crystal wall separating the two, transformed into a "broken stained glass window in a church," adding a unique touch to this gray world where day and night intertwine.

Within the vibrant, multicolored "chips," the girl's voice grew louder as it approached...

Yoniv felt something bump against his chest.

Oh, it's Iseria...

The fair-haired girl was clutching his clothes tightly, her expression filled with joy at their reunion. Yunefu patted her head, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Ahead lay a continuous expanse of fine sand radiating golden light, dotted with a few broken yet still standing stone pillars.

The air, moist and fresh, carries the long-cherished wish of the people of Zerkhalan.

And the "Holy Remains" await them at the very end of this golden expanse.

It was a piece of ownerless armor covered in dark purple demonic patterns, majestic yet ferocious.

On his chest, which was covered with gray thorns and terrifying patterns, a huge, piercing wound stood out prominently in the center.

It remained kneeling, its hands resting on its thighs, its head bowed... There was nothing under its mask, not even the so-called "pulsating soul fire".

It's as if it were just a tombstone that records time.

"Yonev... 'It,' is it dead?" Iseria's voice was tinged with a sadness that seemed to have come from nowhere.

"I don't know either, but if 'it' is the true owner of this site... it wouldn't have gone to such lengths to have us attend 'it's' funeral."

Before the words were even finished, the armor covered in magical runes...

Moved.