The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

The wind in the canyon was like the tears of the entire desert; though it had stopped flowing, it accumulated more and more in the eyes.

The armored figure remained in the posture of watching the caravan depart, using his other, still-able hand, to lean on his greatsword.

But just standing here is already exhausting...

All that could be heard were the cracking sounds of the heavy, dark gold armor breaking under its own weight, and the gaps held together by magic and alchemy...

Like chains that have been scorched by flames and then subjected to extreme cold, they broke apart link by link without any external force.

"The core... can't hold on any longer..." Its voice was tinged with sorrow.

But that's not all. Also soon to be blurred behind the yellow sands are the memories of the Sand Armor, the memories of Zerhalan, the oasis, and those two unique "black-robed friends"...

They are slowly turning into large, monotonous, blurry gray-white shapes, no longer clearly visible, but still vaguely remembered.

After that final, poignant lament, the last flicker of life also came to an end.

It wanted to catch a glimpse of the departing caravan, but the joints in its neck emitted a screeching sound that sent chills down its spine... and then it got completely stuck.

The core that would become the prototype of the "Unquenchable Firewood" was emitting its last vibration, carrying "hope," which traveled along the layers of Morse sand and connected with the one walking beneath the sea of ​​sand...

The intricate threads of the "roots of the desert".

Yunevo, supported by Iseria, let out a long sigh.

He should have known that this was a foregone conclusion.

"Its thread... is about to break," Iseria said, her lips pursed, her tone revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

Yunevo gave a soft "hmm" in a breathy voice and walked out of the battlefield, where even the white crystallized sand on the ground had been blasted up on a large scale.

"To the canyon..." His voice was hoarse to the extreme, completely ignoring the tiny worm churning among the corpses of the Leviathan in the desert behind him.

Yunefu sensed the resolute determination of the Sand Armor to turn its broken body into flames in order to repay its debt, and also perceived the despair that surrounded it within the flames.

At this moment, under Iseria's command, the ether transformed into the sharpest blade that cleaved through the air, slicing the blowing sandstorm in two...

The blue-white light shone first on the face of the man in sand armor.

The two saw the desiccated corpses scattered on the ground behind it. Those sanctimonious believers were now like ashes left on the battlefield, inconspicuous, yet telling a story of tragedy.

The dark gold armor knelt within, its arms no longer as solid as steel, but transformed into a fluid that had been forcibly shaped... leaking uncontrollably.

It sensed the arrival of Yonivore.

It was them...

In the depths of that gradually crumbling consciousness... the black robe slowly overlapped, and it saw the ether, saw the etheric radiance shining on the fair-haired girl.

Who is he?

Who is she?

Why would someone rush to such an extent just to save a "sinner"?

Sand Armor wanted to raise his hand to give another knightly salute, but unfortunately, every part of his body was no longer under his control.

"Listen carefully... This thing can save your life, or at the very least, it can let you see... the so-called ending," Yunefu said without saying much, his dark eyes filled with exhaustion from the long journey and fierce battle.

Without making a sound, he took out an alchemical device that emitted a faint blue-white light, a life-sustaining device that contained the ethereal radiance of Iseria...

That device was enough to make the sand armor briefly resist "disappearance" and thus witness the ending.

"Little ones... wait for me obediently," Iseria solemnly instructed, dividing a squad of ethereal beings.

"You are..." The voice of the sand armor revealed an undisguised weakness.

"There's not much time for introductions, is there? We're here... that's enough," the black-robed alchemist interrupted.

Indeed, it's good that we can see it. The sand armor remained silent. Due to the damage to its core, even the fragments of the souls of those two geniuses returned to nature at this moment, along with the primal power that was enough to turn the desert upside down.

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The moment Yunevo touched the dark gold heavy armor, it slowly crumbled into large and small metal fragments, the patterns on it turning into quicksand, flowing away along with the emotion called grief in Yunevo's heart.

The broken greatsword, having lost its magical ties, did not fall to the ground with a clang like a metal weapon, but instead lost its luster and became dull and lackluster.

Sighing Canyon lives up to its name, a place of sighs...

Beneath this gentle sandstorm, the lamentations of countless generations of merchants from Zerharan, who had benefited from the sandstorms, echoed.

The wind had not yet stopped, it lashed against the stone wall, making the faint cries and cheers of the distant caravans sound particularly jarring.

"Yonev..." Iselia knelt beside the black-robed alchemist, her voice somewhat low.

She could feel that heavy and magnificent "heartbeat" was falling silent, and the little ethers... were powerless to reverse it, this feeling that gripped her heart so tightly...

"This is... sadness, isn't it?" the off-white-haired girl asked.

Yunevo pinched his cheeks tightly, so tightly that even the corners of his eyes were pulled downwards and briefly deformed.

This time-traveling drama has clearly come to an end at this moment, without a doubt.

Sha Jia upheld his mission to escort the merchants from beginning to end... but he was unable to witness the safe departure of the last group of merchants.

It will not give up, and this obsession will take Iseria's ethereal element and its "life-extending" device into the future.

Then... they wait for the return of those two figures, and so the cycle repeats itself.

It is both the Iron Sand Demon Armor that "ran away halfway through the fight" and the Holy Relic that paid a "deposit".

But this transaction, entrusted by the "future" to the "past," is not yet complete—the fragment of the "Unquenchable Sand" left in Yonevo's body is still beating in sync with his heart.

At this moment, he had nothing to say.

The "Guardian God" of the trade route rests here, but the god of "Wind" and "Sand" will carry on its unfinished ambitions...

Let's continue writing this ending.

"Is this... all you wanted me to see?" Yunefu stood up and brushed the dust off his robe.

The legends that Zellharan had heard were now unfolding in their entirety, and the so-called wind referred to Iseria, who was accompanied by ether.

The God of Sand is this black-robed alchemist who inherited the [Unquenchable Sand]...

Of course, the current Sand God is very unhappy.

So he can kill a few people for fun without any scruples or thought.

Now that one's role in this script has been determined, one can proceed with erasing "content" that does not belong to the ending, according to the predetermined conclusion.

"Let's go, Iseria... This story has only just come to an end."