“Tower Magic Fire?”

A contestant from Rotao entered the room and saw the half-made magic weapon placed on the table, and was slightly stunned.

He hesitated for a moment before walking over and gently pulling out the crystal inserted in the machine, put it in his hand and looked at it left and right, with a strange look in his eyes.

"I have heard of the Imperials studying this thing, but did their inspiration come from here?" he murmured to himself.

He looked up and looked around. There was nothing else in the small room except here. There were only some different materials on the shelves around him. There were also rare ones. Other scenery was the same, as if there was an equally boring space behind each door.

The contestant looked at the crystal in his hand and couldn't help but frown:

"So the question here is to restore this tower magic furnace?"

And at the same time.

In different rooms, Zheng Yongzai was pressing his hand against his chin, looking at the same magic furnace with frown. He stared at the core crystal in the tower magic furnace, and his face was filled with confusion.

"What would she do if Sister Vikki was here?"

"What will Brother Ed?" He couldn't help but talk to himself.

But the lady in the boy's mouth was now dismantling the magic furnace without hesitation and pulling the crystal out and throwing it aside. She walked straight to the shelf on the side and selected the materials she needed with her eyes.

Yes, cold iron, star crystal, pine wood.

Vikki's eyes were shining with a heavy light.

In another room, Wei Yu, who pushed open the door, was stunned. He stopped to look at the scene in front of him, with a slight surprise on his face, and then he smiled and shook his head, "Tower magic furnace, haha, the imperial man."

At this moment, different rooms and different contestants. At the same moment, they are facing the same choice.

Juno had no expression on his face, but Georgifen showed a sudden enlightenment in the other room.

Heglim was ecstatic, while Hei was just looking at the magic furnace silently.

That's the tower magic furnace-

It comes from a masterpiece seven centuries ago in the history of the empire, and was born from the common hard work of many generations of alchemists, but four of them made indelible contributions in the process.

First they were the student of the great alchemist, Hein Fanmu, and his student, Helinwell, and two other unknown geniuses. One of them was said to be the founder of the Fire Blade Workshop, but the workshop had long been destroyed in the long history of the empire with its owner.

Of course, today, many of the functions of this outdated and outdated product seem very backward and inappropriate at the moment, but there is one advantage that other technical routes cannot match:

That is its original, purification ability for ether.

Even though the elements are mixed, the ether is no longer a problem in today's era, because people have discovered a way to take advantage of it in many years since then, because mortals have shown amazing ability to expand their ethnic groups in their reproduction after several eras.

The current group is no longer just comparable to the weak and tiny tribe they had in the Noumeling era, but also far surpassed its former owner, the Noumeling Elves, who once owned this land.

In this huge empire, even among those people, a few people with special elemental fitness were selected. These people were enough to form a huge group.

Nowadays, after abandoning its originally clumsy and useless functions, the magic furnace has become more sensitive and more focused on its own path. It is indeed no longer suitable for most people, but the simplified design makes it lightweight and more efficient.

In the past, such designs were seen as a huge innovation.

It brought about a long development of alchemy since the third century, and the prosperity of alchemy in the seven sages. During that era, great alchemists appeared one after another, one after another promoting further technological progress.

So the era of great glory returns.

But later generations looked back from such an era, found those backward technologies from the pile of old papers, and found that they were not all useless, but perhaps they were waiting for a suitable opportunity.

Take root and sprout.

In a right opportunity, they may also play an unimaginable role.

Cui Xisi admired the finished product just as she admired the work of art, smiled complacently and gently put it down. She chuckled and said the answer: "The backwardness in the past is likely to be based on the limitations of all aspects, yes."

The girl nodded and placed it on the table, then looked up at the time - only a quarter of an hour had passed.

There is an identical clock hanging in every room.

The pointer above is beating slowly and calmly, just as time passes and will never return.

She continued to whisper: "When the conditions are ripe, the technologies in history may shine again. They are just silently waiting for all opportunities to come. Because that is not necessarily true backward, it may also be too advanced-"

"When we look back, we just pick up the gold that was lost in the sand and gravel."

"Let others interfere."

She replied, pushing open the door and walking out.

But is that true?

In the same room, Fang Zhu stared at the magic furnace for a long time. The brass shell was engraved with the world it was born, which was an era belonging to the past:

——Imperial Ephemeris The 409th year, the final month, the 22nd, and even the exact time, at 14:13. He could imagine the moment when the young alchemist in history raised his head and looked at time after completing this work.

Then the other party lowered his head again and picked up the seal knife in his hand, so time froze.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He saw behind the round table, behind the magic furnace, as if a phantom was hanging down. It was a young alchemist in a robe, wearing monocles, staring at his masterpiece.

He murmured, "Have we succeeded?"

Fang Zhu did not answer.

The story he heard in the space of the Silver Spire, the answer to all of that.

That question is not actually about right or wrong.

The alchemists had already embarked on this path from the moment they took the world from the hands of the Noumerlin elves. If they stopped, the darkness that followed would swallow everything.

It has long been engraved in history:

‘Disasters will come again, and the enemies of the past will return.’

It was a hunter who coveted fate outside the world. It would follow the net to find the tremor on every endpoint. Whether the prey there was fighting or struggling in vain, fate would surely arrive.

From the moment ordinary people choose their destiny, everything is destined.

Zhanqing's light tail, the extremely dazzling river of light, will walk above the sky at that moment.

The only answer that has no answer is how that end point will be written, and how mortals should dominate their own and the world's destiny.

Before leaving this world, the Noumerlin elves gave mortals a choice, and those heroic people did seize a corner of the shackles of their own destiny.

What mortals lack is just the power to tear it apart.

Therefore, all the grand destiny after that will be eclipsed before this.

That will be everything engraved on the history of the Aitalias, and those who walk on this path try to find the only correct answer, so as to avoid the world reaching the irreversible end in a situation of repeated repetition.

That is the alchemists of a thousand years, from the three geniuses seven hundred years ago, and from the owners of the tower today, Faref, Atush, Miss Tata, and what he faced.

And everything you have to choose.

He could not tell what the meaning of this phantom existed here, so he did not speak.

After a moment, another figure appeared. Beside the figure, he spoke to the former:

"The great prophecy makes us understand the strong enemies we must face, and we also see everything in the future from the glory of the sky. It doesn't matter whether we succeed or not at once. What's important is that we must choose the right path."

The person who spoke was quiet and calm, as if he seemed to be strong enough inside. Fang Yu suddenly understood who this was - Gerdham among the three geniuses.

In Aona's description, Helinwell is a scholarly genius. He is smart and focused. He is always full of unparalleled confidence in his field, but he is soft on the outside, gentle, respectful and frugal.

Gerdham is an alchemist who was born in craftsmen. There is a big gap between the definition of craftsmen of that era and the present. He is a professional from an engineer, with a strong hands-on ability, and he runs a workshop himself. He has a strong personality, but rational and calm.

The shadow of Gerdham continued:

"My former friends may break with us because of this, but the perception I have gained from alchemy is that going back to the past doesn't solve everything, and the only possibility of winning that comes to mind is to go faster than the enemy."

"But what we have to solve is how to avoid going on the same path as our enemies?" he asked back, as if giving a speech, "our purpose is to save our world, not let it sink."

"...Enemy draws strength from the starlight, but we cannot copy it like this. There are endless enemies in the darkness, they have that large army of structures, dark creatures, and everything created in the void created by those starlight."

"Our only advantage is what the Noumerlin elves value, the mortals are weak, but numerous. If we can make everyone a warrior like the elves, we still have a chance to win the final victory."

"But," he said in a low tone, "we haven't really reached the end of this path. The unattributed crystal can help us avoid using the power of the origin of this world, but the unattributed crystal is too weak to almost endure the ether."

"It's just like... a mortal."

"You're wrong, Geldum," said the first man in a soft voice, "Have you heard of the second technical route?"

This is Hailingwell, Fang Zhu heard the owner of this voice.

Helinwell continued: "My teacher, the great alchemist, heard that in the far east there is a technique that can incorporate dragon souls into the crystal lattice, strengthen the dragon souls and crystals, and create an unparalleled holy crystal. Now he has gone to the Kingdom of Kaolin-Ishurien alone, in order to verify such possibilities."

"What you said is indeed possible, Helinwell," Geldum shook his head, "but the premise is that the second technical route exists. Do you know which dragon soul is suitable?"

"It's the fairy dragon soul--"

The engineer asserted: "The fairy dragon soul does not exist in the world."

Helinwell was also silent, but seemed to disagree.

Fang Yu also listened to the conversation in silence.

He thought at first that the conversation was spoken to himself, but later he found that it was not, both parties regarded him as nothing. It was like an echo that arose in the void, lingering seven centuries ago.

But why did this scene appear in front of me?

Perhaps it was the dark hunters who witnessed everything, exploring the mortals on their paths, sneering at the struggles of the tiny mortals in this world.

The golden eyes recorded everything, engraved in immortal memory, and passed it into his senses through the ring of golden flames, and he pressed the cold and hot ring with his hands.
To be continued...