Chapter 646: Intentions

Primordial Essence.

The Gate of Alchemy!

As they watched the translucent spheres trickle through the hourglass, this realization struck everyone like a violent storm, their breaths catching in their throats, chests heaving wildly.

Legend had it that in the ancient mythical era, the Alchemical Dynasty never managed to research Primordial Essence... never truly grasped the singular substance. Yet, here it was, already present within this ancient tomb?

A historical enigma.

No one dared to move.

A strange aura was brewing within the entire sarcophagus.

As if something was awakening, the Alchemical Emperor's body slowly opened its eyes.

“Who dares disturb my slumber?”

Rumble!!

The corpse emanated a formidable, terrifying aura. Especially those opened eyes, captivating and soul-stirring, as if one gazed upon an eternal emperor from an ancient mythical age.

“Ah!!”

“He's awake!”

“How can he still be alive?!”

“The Babylonian Dynasty of the old era is about to revive. Could it be returning?!”

Everyone shrieked, feeling a terrifying surge of spiritual power, a mental will that awed the entire world, radiating a dreadful, uncanny presence.

Is this a wizard!?

Philmos's face turned pale with shock.

Wizards of the ancient era cultivated spiritual power. Is this spiritual sorcery?

But he soon realized, no! This was the innate oppressive power of this Alchemical King, the spiritual aura of an eternal emperor, naturally emanating through his own potent mental will.

Because, for a wizard, spirit is the force that changes everything.

“Charge!” Philmos roared suddenly.

With ferocious expressions, everyone charged forward.

“Kill him!”

“The Alchemical Emperor of ancient myth will die by our hands!”

“Whatever tricks he has up his sleeve, this must be his weakened state! We cannot let him fully revive!”

They knew there was no turning back. Invading an ancient mythical tomb was already an immense affront to its master, not to mention their discovery of a terrifying secret.

At this moment, all fear transformed into a roar of no retreat, driving everyone forward in a desperate charge.

“What era is this now?”

The Alchemical Emperor's body slowly rose, gazing at them with calm eyes. “How many generations has my Alchemical Dynasty seen? Who rules the world at this moment?”

Just a single gaze.

In that instant, everyone felt as if they had returned seven thousand years into the past, witnessing that prosperous mythical dynasty, like subjects under its rule, facing the emperor’s scrutiny.

He truly was the eternal emperor of that mythical age.

The crowd's expressions changed drastically; their minds went blank!

It seemed the Alchemical Emperor truly had a hidden hand, perhaps having transformed into an ancient manipulator, traversing seven millennia to reach the present day!

They felt a chill run down their spines.

This was too horrifying!

If this got out, who knew what colossal waves it would create!

Charging wildly forward, Philmos roared, attempting to embolden himself.

“What if you, Alchemical Emperor, unified the entire world, the Eight Desolations? What if you ascended to meet the gods, ushering in an era of mythical prosperity? Your Alchemical Dynasty perished after your death, lasting only two generations!”

“Your era and your dynasty were nothing but a fleeting moment!”

“Kill him!”

Moments later.

On the ground, a scene of blood and corpses, quietness had returned.

Only a few slaves, who had sensed danger from the start, hid in the shadows and quietly escaped.

“Three Heavenly Emperors, and I almost couldn't defeat them....” He looked down at his alchemical body, Grantham, whose combat power back then was merely at the level of a peak Heavenly Emperor, dominating the entire era.

However, his era was relatively backward. Just three ordinary Heavenly Emperors already felt much stronger in combat power, making it very difficult for him to win.

“The era has matured, yet it's good to be back in this Heavenly Emperor combat body I forged back then.” His eyes held a hint of weariness.

Back then, he had used a slime at the core, employing his own magic power as the driving force. Now, his true form was in a bottle, still placed at the core of this body.

The driving force, naturally, was the Primordial Essence.

“With Meng Mei's help, over this past year, I've relentlessly poured in resources, creating over a thousand spheres that have been integrated into this body. The body's strength has significantly increased, but the quantity isn't enough to awaken its sentience yet... I estimate that soon, this body will truly come alive, becoming a demon.”

“Once it becomes a demon, it will call itself a cycle, no longer needing to be mindlessly crammed with Primordial Essence as an energy source.”

He pondered for a moment, then said, “This is alchemy: bestowing life.”

“Done?”

At that moment, a voice came from nearby.

Meng Mei emerged, along with Emperor Lei, Long Wuming, and others.

Meng Mei said, “Your body, after seven thousand years, is still here. As an alchemical construct, it has recovered quite well. However, the seven young witches in the adjacent coffin, their flesh and blood lives are completely gone... but their bones remain. Are you sure you don’t want to drip Primordial Essence onto those seven skeletons?”

Meng Mei muttered excitedly, her face full of anticipation, “If you drip enough, the skeletons will become demons, gaining intelligence and souls, then growing flesh and blood again, transforming back into