The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

When untangling an earphone cord, you always need to calm down and find the source of the knot... unraveling the tangled threads.

This is exactly Morse's situation now—the seeds sown in the past are finally blossoming.

Located within Yunevo's chest cavity, the "second heart," a dark golden vortex of sand called "Unquenchable Sand," is pumping its immense heat into every blood vessel in his body, bringing... "control" over this desert.

Iselia tugged at Yunevo's sleeve, stretched out her hand, and pointed into the distance... a distance that should have been a phantom image.

The caravan they were guarding seemed to have truly transcended time, stepping steadily along the golden road before suddenly disappearing into a curtain of light that rippled like water.

If every continent possesses its own primal will, then without a doubt...

Morse is projecting this final scene onto the "Holy Remains" that are watching over the present world.

"Have a safe journey..." Iselia murmured softly, the little ethers swirling around her fingertips, seemingly keeping quiet for this grand farewell ceremony.

As the last merchant in the caravan disappeared into the city of Hart...

The entire mirage-like ancient city then began its final sublimation, as some long-buried "fact" violently shaved the head of this desert, altering those terribly difficult paths.

A dark golden, centuries-old road is slowly emerging from the sand that buried it.

As for Yonivore, he felt that the scene before him was blurry, and a sense of rejection from this space and time came over him.

The humid air was gone, replaced by a familiar, dry, hot wind filled with choking dust.

But beneath their feet lay a small oasis, a misty oasis that emanated gently from the sand armor helmets, and beside it... stood a black obelisk about ten meters tall.

On the monument, a stone emblem with a dragon's head and a pointed shield intertwined is vividly displayed.

This is the true golden path to business...

Even though the road has become somewhat dilapidated due to the passage of time, the aura of "eternity" can never be erased.

"Yonev...look at the road sign," Iseria nudged the somewhat sentimental black-robed alchemist with her shoulder.

Upon hearing this, the latter looked up at the ancient road sign.

Below, a very fine dark line appeared, winding and twisting, avoiding all open areas, yet like a rope tied around the waist in a blizzard, leading to the shady side of the sand dune that most people could not see.

The second path was the golden trade route that Sha Jia left behind at the last minute after listening to advice, a path prepared for any eventuality.

Yoniv sighed softly, smiled with relief, and ran his right hand over the cold road sign. "Thank you..."

The next moment, the guiding stone left behind by the short, fat ratman, Old Six, in his arms was radiating an unprecedented warmth, and the claw marks on it were glowing.

"Looks like Lao Liu's information channels are pretty well-connected; he found out so quickly?"

And that is indeed the case.

Deep within the Starmoke Rat Trail, Old Six was grinning foolishly, his half-missing tooth gleaming, and rolling around on the bed wrapped in a tablecloth, completely lacking any decorum.

"It's alright, it's alright!" It ignored the ledger filled with newly drawn routes, rolled off the bed, and started jumping around on the floor again.

After a long pause, it picked up the oily communication crystal and eagerly dialed the attention-grabbing ratman ranger, Nehta.

"Nehta! Nehta! When Brother Yunevo returns... let's go find him, let's wait for him at the entrance to 'Root'!"

"Silly Sixth Brother, I still have to watch the shop for them... This apothecary is doing incredibly well, you shouldn't have given me such bad advice!" Nehta's voice was muffled, as if he had too many nuts in his mouth.

The background noise was also extremely loud, and one could vaguely hear Tedes, the genius tide mage, muttering, "If it weren't for getting an internship certificate, it would make it easier for me to go to the Endless Abyss..."

"Oh dear, we're so worried! What if those white-robed men catch him first..."

Meanwhile, in a deep valley somewhere in Morse, the excavation team sent by Hart City was caught up in a near-manic euphoria.

"It's done! I'll definitely be able to get my name on the holy monument in Hart City when I get back! And there's also the blessing from Bishop Uriel..."

Seth the Holy Prayer remained silent, standing on the edge of the enormous, nauseatingly putrid pit, his hand gripping the Holy Word Compass, which crackled with each sound.

Inside the hole at the bottom of the pit was a tomb that had just begun to emerge. Its rotting flesh tentacles, covered with dark purple magical patterns and metal fragments, were desperately trying to crawl out toward the light...

Those were the "impurities" that the sand armor had torn alive from its soul.

According to the records of the Zerhalan Church, this thing is the remains left behind by the god... a powerful remnant with immense vitality, capable of withstanding the entire desert!

"Keep it under control. No non-church personnel are allowed to set foot within a ten-mile radius," Seth ordered in a low voice, still pondering the black-robed figure he had glimpsed once.

Why haven't the two who truly stepped into the "past" arrived here yet?

Fortunately, he had led a portion of his elite troops into that murderous illusionary realm...

Otherwise, the emergence of this "holy remains" might have been much faster than it is now.

boom--!!!

The sudden commotion made Seth instinctively raise his hand to create a barrier of holy light.

Corrupt tentacles emerged from the pit, tightly coiling around the throats of several unfortunate cultists, instantly shredding and devouring the holy light that clung to their bodies.

The soft sound of chewing could be heard...

The pain and curses that had languished in the unclaimed nests now... felt a sense of "home and life".

They yearn to fight, they yearn to return...

The chains, still radiating holy light, clung tightly to the rotting flesh, attempting to pull the so-called "holy remains" back to the real world.

"Listen to my command, form ranks... let our 'Holy Remains' awaken!" Saint Prayer Seth raised his hand, gathering the sixth-order holy light magic [Holy Nova], and offered the first "salute" to the giant worm in the pit.

The chaotic holy light and magical energy condensed into a twisted mass hanging high in the sky... yet it seemed precarious, as if it would fall at any moment!

In an instant, the star, with its long trail, fell straight down, heading straight for the tentacles that had first poked their heads out of the pit!

Boom—

The explosion was accompanied by the deafening crash of a massive object hitting the ground!

"Holy Prayer, you..." The cultist's remaining words were frozen in his throat by a single gaze.

"Only the living can receive blessings, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes..."

The well-trained cultist readily agreed, but was so overwhelmed by the stench that he covered his mouth and vomited...

Suddenly, half of the "holy remains" was revealed.