The Alchemist's Guide to Flesh and Blood Ascension

But before returning to deter the villains, while no one was around, Yonivo had something even more important to do...

Having extracted the ancient magical energy he needed from the worm's stomach, the black-robed alchemist, now recovered, began to draw new alchemical arrays on the ground.

"Now, what we need to do is use this specially made developing paper to preserve this extracted ancient demonic source characteristic... and then use it as a 'prelude' to 'take us to history,' which is actually to find a place in this desert that has the same frequency as it."

Yonivore carefully picked up the developing paper and placed it into the nested alchemical array he had just drawn.

What he needs to do now is to use this ancient magical source as a bargaining chip and the characteristics of the developing paper as a guide to obtain a specific scene in the history of Zelharan...

In this empty environment, where only Yunevo and Iseria remained, the displacement array, activated at full power without any need for concealment, shone with a dazzling light!

Inside the other container, the ancient demonic source that was preserved seemed to come alive... like a beating, ownerless heart, with a faint light emerging with each pulse!

Then, a beam of light visible only to Yunevo appeared from the center of the ancient demonic source and sped off toward a deeper part of the dried-up sea.

Guided by the light, the two traveled about three kilometers more across the crystallized desert.

This area is now completely outside Zehrhalan's patrol area, truly belonging to a "no-man's-land"...

But the signpost of the golden trade route appears here, standing tall in this pale white sand that hides hidden dangers.

"They're right here... but they don't want us to see them?" Iseria seemed to sense a different "pulse" in this desert, tilting her head and looking at Yunevo with some confusion.

"The elemental veins here are like they've wrapped themselves up in a ball, hmm... how should I put it?" The fair-haired girl tapped her head, preparing her next words: "It's like a person with an extremely regular schedule, only showing up at specific times and when specific events occur."

Yunevo squatted down and casually grabbed a handful of pale sand—it wasn't as hot as he had imagined, but surprisingly cold.

The sand existed only in his palm for a moment before it hummed and turned into even more ethereal dust, dissipating in the still environment.

Even with only that small sample of ancient demonic energy for analysis, considering the extremely unusual environment before us...

Eunice believes that this may be the heart of Morse's desolate oasis, and that this oasis is not as simple as it appears on the surface.

The Zehrhalan people may have also experienced a relocation of their capital.

The remaining information is difficult to analyze, unfortunately... The ancient demonic source on this calamity insect is more like a precise "coordinate" than a "key" that can directly unlock the truth of history.

He sighed, looked at Iseria, and continued, "According to you, if we want this ruin to truly emerge... the conditions that need to be met will be incredibly absurd, such as a specific frequency of energy input, the seasonal changes of the Morse Desert, sunlight, and even a certain emotional resonance of the explorers."

"A specific...emotion? Is it the unfulfilled ambition that those people mentioned before?" Iseria asked.

"After all, all the legends point to one word—'regret.' If this ruin is the last refuge He left behind to protect the caravans... then the conditions for opening this thing are either that obsession with protection or the descendants of those caravans."

Yune, with his hands in his pockets, stared at the thick layer of white sand beneath his feet, a layer that covered the truth about the royal family of Zelharan, the church, and why this desert had dried up so much.

The coordinates have been determined; all that remains is the key to open this door…

But he didn't think the churches that came to dig earlier were that stupid.

If those people in white robes had arrived at this place much earlier... why couldn't I detect any trace of them?

While footprints can be intentionally covered up, the residual traces of magic that return to the source after being released cannot be completely concealed.

The church's excavation site is not here?

Yunevo's thoughts gradually became chaotic. If the story of that guardian god were incorporated into this path...

The church excavated... two other gods? That makes no sense at all!

"The logic chain is always missing a link..." Yunevo murmured, subconsciously pinching his cheek.

Iserlia heard the black-robed alchemist's murmur, pursed her lips, and stared at the elemental veins beneath her feet... After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly spoke: "The vein threads are not completely severed here... There is a very thin connection that leads straight to the sky."

Sky?

Yoniv looked up and saw nothing but the scorching sun, apart from the thin clouds—clearly, nothing else.

"Anyway... let's go back first. Standing here in a daze isn't going to do anything," Yunevo pulled up the hood of his black robe and walked towards Zerharan without looking back, but his steps were obviously hurried.

Iseria responded and jogged to catch up with the figure. Then she grabbed his sleeve and said as she walked, "Yonev... you mentioned a mirage in the desert before, but we don't think we've ever seen one."

Mirage...the sky...?

Yonivo paused slightly, then continued walking forward with a sense of anticipation.

"If I'm not mistaken, we should see it soon..." he began, "but we need to pick up the pace. This desert, or rather, those damned guys in the church, won't give us much time to think."

"Understood!" Iseria nodded emphatically, glanced back at the empty, pale desert, then turned and left with Yunevo.

Just as she turned her head, a thin layer of clouds obscured the sun, and the flat, pale sand seemed to ripple with a blue light, but it quickly vanished.

That might be a glimpse of the old oasis, or it might be the long-lost excitement that arises from a long-forgotten history finally finding the right guide.

However, the two who had gone far away were unaware of this...