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"Wow... you're quite romantic, Grandma."

Emery sighed, then chuckled and said:

"So what are you waiting for, Mother-in-law? Hurry up and regain your beauty... Since the panacea can restore your body, perhaps Aunt Red can too."

"……it is good."

Although the old lich often said that he had long since lost interest in beauty, how could he possibly be truly uninterested?

Facing his former body, the old lich was also somewhat excited. Soon, the entire skeleton transformed into a dark purple stream of light and entered the body of the girl in the bathtub.

A few seconds later, the girl's eyelids twitched a few times, then she opened them and sat up in the bathtub.

"...Has my body really recovered?"

Raising his hand to look at his palm, the old lich still sounded like he was dreaming, and prepared to high-five Amelie in celebration.

"Um, congratulations, Mother-in-law... oh?"

Amelie reached out to give a high five, and even had her congratulatory words ready, but suddenly her mouth was shut, and her eyes widened in surprise.

Because when she struck out, her palm hit a bone palm.

The old lich's body did indeed recover, but less than half a minute after the old lich's soul entered, the young woman's body began to melt like ice in an oven, and within two breaths, only bones remained, with all the flesh and blood turning into a clear, transparent liquid.

"How could this be...? It was clearly..."

Emery still found it hard to accept; the huge sense of loss made her feel very upset.

"...Is that really the case?"

The old lich seemed to have anticipated this outcome and wasn't particularly surprised, but the regret in his tone was still evident.

Seeing that Amelie was in a daze, the old lich even smiled and comforted her:

"Don't be discouraged, little Ellie. Actually, your panacea is already very powerful... The reason it hasn't been able to truly restore me has nothing to do with your medicine. It's because that Dao Ancestor is too strong."

Chapter 288 The Illness Worsens and the Link to Consciousness

"...Is it that the panacea is ineffective, or that the Dao Ancestor is too powerful?"

Emery took a deep breath before she came to her senses.

In her previous life, when playing games, she only saw the cutscenes and game stats. She only knew that Daozu was very strong, but she never really had a sense of how strong Daozu was, and she didn't dare to test him easily... because she might die if she tried.

This is the first time that Emerald has directly faced the power belonging to the Dao Ancestor.

The elixir did indeed restore the old lich's body, but the old lich's very existence seemed to have been completely rewritten from its very roots.

No matter what kind of body it is, once it becomes the body of the old lich, it will inevitably lose its flesh and blood. Even the flames of life and the holy light are powerless against this rule.

"What kind of power is this, Mother-in-law?"

"...According to the woman in red, this is the power of the Heavenly Dao."

The old lich paused for a moment before sighing and saying:

"The borders of the Tianyun Empire are first and foremost the domain of the Dao Ancestor, and only secondarily the territory of the Empire... As long as the Dao Ancestor does not leave the Tianyun Empire, she is virtually invincible. Because within her domain, she is equivalent to the Heavenly Dao itself, and the sword in her hand is the paintbrush that modifies the rules."

"The sword strike that Dao Ancestor made against me and Hongyi a thousand years ago, though seemingly dazzling, had nothing to do with the Dao of Swords. It was a rule-level command to eliminate me and Hongyi from the root."

“If it weren’t for Hongyi’s special talent, we would have certainly died… But even if we had survived by chance, Hongyi’s body and my flesh and blood would have been completely erased from our minds. Unless Hongyi and I are willing to give up our self-awareness, Hongyi will never be able to have a body again, and I will never regain my flesh and blood.”

"But if a person gives up even self-awareness, what difference is there between them and death?"

"Of course, this rule was imposed on us by the Dao Ancestor. As long as the Dao Ancestor falls, both Hongyi and I have multiple ways to recover our bodies... But the Dao Ancestor falls? How is that possible?"

Why is it impossible?

The light in Amelie's eyes was very bright:

"I firmly believe that there is no absolute invincibility in the world. Even a true god can fall, let alone the Dao Ancestor, who is not a true god. There must be some way to defeat her!"

"...As expected of you, Ellie, you have such great ambitions."

The old lich didn't discourage Amelie's confidence. Instead, after a brief silence, he chuckled softly before speaking with utmost seriousness:

"Then Little Ellie, you must remember one thing—if you really want to defeat the Dao Ancestor, you must first sever her connection with the Tianyun Empire, or destroy her Heavenly Dao authority within the empire. Otherwise, even a powerful figure like the Elf Queen would undoubtedly be defeated when facing the Dao Ancestor within the empire!"

“I understand, Mother-in-law.”

. . . . .

Amelie was somewhat disappointed that she couldn't use the elixir to restore the old lich's body, which made her yearn for power even more deep down.

Having been familiar with the original game's storyline, she knew that she would have to face the Dao Ancestor sooner or later. Now, having gained an even deeper understanding of the Dao Ancestor's power, her fear of insufficient firepower and her anxiety about the intensity of the attack flared up again.

“I’m sick, old Langdon.”

Back in the underground facility where old man Langdon was, Emery first took a large gulp of iced fruit wine, then sighed melancholically and slumped into a chair:

"Aren't you the best doctor in the world? Can you cure me?"

"It's incurable, there's no hope."

Old man Langdon merely glanced at Amelie with his magical perception and said disdainfully:

"Given your greed for power and knowledge, young lady, unless you reach the realm of gods, there is no way to cure your illness... Hmm, perhaps even if you do reach the realm of gods, it will only worsen your condition."

"Hey, forget it."

Of course, Amelie knew that there was no cure for mental illness; one could only adjust oneself.

She shook her head and continued discussing serious matters with old man Langdon:

"I've seen the recipe and production process for the panacea... I didn't expect that my holy water and liquid life flame essence are the relatively easy-to-obtain materials in the recipe. The remaining materials are all rare and expensive, and I only managed to get some by raiding the Art Association's reserves... Does this mean that the panacea is difficult to mass-produce?"

"more or less."

Old man Langdon thought for a moment and said:

"With your family's resources, the production capacity is sufficient for you and the people around you, but don't even think about selling it. There will definitely be insufficient production capacity due to a lack of materials."

"It's enough for the people around me. I don't really need it myself, and I never intended to sell it to others in the first place."

Emery hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Could we sacrifice some performance to lower the requirements for materials, thereby achieving mass production of a lower-spec version?"

"The low-spec version... it should work, right?"

Old man Langdon didn't think for long, but his tone was somewhat disdainful:

"But it feels a bit unpleasant to have to develop inferior products when there are already high-quality ones available."

"You have to do it, even if it's tough. You can't be willful anymore, old Langdon."

Emery emphasized her reminder slightly.

"I know, I know, I'm already your servant, Miss."

Old man Langdon snorted in annoyance:

"I'll do the work I'm supposed to do... but if I want the oxen and horses to work well, I have to feed them properly. Shouldn't you deliver on the reward you promised me, Miss? I've successfully developed the panacea, so you should at least give me a glimpse of what I want first, right? And you know what I want, Miss."

"Still thinking about your magic rejecter modification experiment? Fine, fine."

Emery's tone also carried a hint of disdain:

“If you weren’t so obsessed with this, old Langdon, you would have been remembered for eternity long ago… If you insist on taking this as a reward, then I’ll grant your wish. I have all the relevant equipment here, and Lily of the Valley has backups of your previous research data. You can continue your research whenever you like.”

"Equipment and data are not a problem for me. Even if I start from scratch, I can catch up with the previous progress very quickly."

Old man Langdon said this with considerable pride before asking with concern:

"The key is the test materials! What are you planning to do? Are you going to do it for me yourself? Aren't you afraid of being targeted by someone like the investigator again? There will always be people like that."

"The material... Actually, I do have an idea. If all goes well, even if Mengmeng sees it with her own eyes, she should be able to accept it... Wait a minute."

After speaking, Emery snapped her fingers and gave an order to Suzuran in the AR field of vision.

About 40 minutes later, accompanied by very light footsteps, a magical doll girl controlled by Suzuran walked over, carrying a snakeskin bag on her shoulder.

"Young Miss, here is what you requested."

Upon reaching Emerald, the lily-of-the-valley doll first asked for permission, and after receiving it, emptied the contents of the snakeskin bag.

An ordinary person would likely scream upon seeing those things, but Emery and old man Langdon showed no reaction whatsoever, as if they had only seen ordinary stones or wood.

But those were actually several corpses, all of them the corpses of magic-repelling cubs.

They all died recently from illness or other accidents. They came from several magic-rejecting villages near Locke City, which Lily had just acquired by posing as a black market merchant.

“Watch closely, old Langdon.”

Emery snapped her fingers, as if performing a skillful trick, and first used necromancy to transform all the corpses on the ground into undead.

Those who are magic-repellent have almost zero magic tolerance, even after death. The corpses all dissolved when they first came into contact with necromantic magic.

But this was no challenge for Amelie. Her inherited flesh and bone modification techniques, passed down from the old lich, made her most adept at reshaping and modifying the bodies of the undead. As long as the undead body retained its quality, it could be modified and reshaped, whether into liquid or pulp.

Based on her magical experience, Amelie transformed the corpses of the magic-repelling cubs, which had dissolved into pus, back into the appearance of human cubs. After their bodies were fully formed, she slowly withdrew her magic and death aura, turning them into ordinary corpses.

Amelie didn't actually know how to retract her magic and death aura before. She only learned it after watching the old lich break his own ribs, and she begged the old lich to teach her. She learned it immediately.

The corpses that Emeryte created using necromancy can hardly be called corpses, because apart from lacking a soul and being unable to awaken, these bodies are almost identical to living people in terms of physiological function, and are even healthier than many living people.

"How about it, old Langdon?"

After completing the spell, Amelie continued to boast to old man Langdon:

"Could these be used as your test subjects? If so, I'll have Linglan acquire more corpses. And even if you damage these materials, I can repair them again, achieving recycling."

"It looks like it might work, but I need to test it out first."

Without any hesitation, old man Langdon immediately extended a tube, the tip of which opened wide like a python's mouth, and with a gulp, swallowed the soulless body.

Then old man Langdon began analyzing the experimental material inside his body. He didn't speak again for about ten minutes, his voice still carrying a hint of complaint:

“Impressive, Miss… Your necromancy is almost a completely different kind of necromancy than anything I know… Since you have this skill, why didn’t you help me gather materials before? If I had been able to use these materials sooner, I wouldn’t have been targeted by the investigator.”

"Because I didn't know this trick before."

Emery said matter-of-factly:

"I'm not an old man like you. How old am I? Magic has to be learned one step at a time... So, can these experimental subjects be used?"

"can."

Old Man Langdon first gave an affirmative answer, then thought for a moment and added:

"Although the materials you created are almost identical to living people physiologically, they are ultimately not living people. So these materials are fine for trial and error and data simulation in the early and middle stages, but in the end, we will definitely have to use real people for clinical trials to ensure that the results are reliable."

"Yes, of course I know that, but that's a matter for later."

Amelie said very calmly:

"Old Langdon, you can continue your research for now. Once you've really made it to the final step, I'll figure out a way to help you with the clinical trials."

"Tch, more empty promises... But it's alright, at least it's enough for me for now."

Old Man Langdon clicked his tongue and suggested:

“Then how about this, Miss? There are 24 hours in a day, right? I’ll use 14 hours to complete the research task you assigned, and the remaining 10 hours for my own research.”

"...I don't care, you can change it to 12 hours or 12 hours, but don't you need to rest and relax?"

Emery was speechless.

"Rest? Relax?"

old man Langdon scoffed:

"I'm already beyond human, what need do I have for rest and relaxation? Anyway, even if my body suffers some damage, with your abilities, Miss, you can repair it for me, right? So what do I have to worry about?"

“...You’re a madman, old Langdon, really.”

Emery could only take a deep breath:

"Whenever I feel like I've gone a bit too far with my hair, I think of you... and instantly I feel like a normal person again."

. . . . .

With renewed energy, old Langdon was incredibly helpful.

In just 3 or 4 days, he had also finished the low-end version of the panacea. The new recipe didn't even require liquid life flame; holy water, regular life flame, and some other materials that could all be bought with money were enough.