Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy

Chapter 2367  Still Undoable

Whitesong sat on a couch in his brilliant room, staring at the ceiling with its intricate and colorful patterns. He watched it, but his mind was someplace else. Before him on the couch was Starsight, whose eyes had flipped into her head, with only the whites showing. She was divining, and he waited for her to be done with it. Most diviners weren't able to stop themselves from speaking that which they saw of the future. The Fatekeepers, however, had trained their ability to divine to such a level where they could hold back their thoughts from spewing out unnecessarily. Right now, she divined the future, and the Alchemy God could do nothing but wait for her to come out of it. Starsight jerked as her eyes returned to normal. She took a deep breath, calming herself from all the visions she saw. "Anything?" Whitesong asked. She shook her head. "I will have to disappoint you again, Your Majesty. Once again, there is nothing here I can see. Nothing, at least, htat show me any hints of someone holding the book you look for. Everything is just so... blurry." "Are you absolutely sure that it is not because you are trying to see the future of tens of thousands of different people at once?" the Alchemy God asked. "I am sure I remember hearing such a thing was difficult." "Not just difficult. It's impossible," she said. "It would be so even for the Divination God, let alone me. A single person has thousands and thousands of permutations for the future, and my job is to skim through the threads until I find the most likely one. One can only check the threads one at a time. There is a way to check more at once, but that requires many Seers to work together." The Alchemy God thought for a moment. "And you can't divine the contestants without being near them, can you?" Starsight shook her head. "I need some sort of connection to the person to see their future, and that I just don't have. Even if I was connected to everyone, I still couldn't do it.." "Why?" The old woman sighed. "As I've mentioned before, the power of divination is not a power that we hold. It comes from the heavens as well. There is only so much power one can ask for frequently. The heavens are known to refuse to show you the future if you overstretch yourself." "So… looking through them one by one will just take too long, huh?" the Alchemy God said. He tried thinking of some other methods now. He still didn't want to get rid of the thought of the books.

He had gathered nearly a hundred thousand people from all around the world. Surely some of them would have a connection to the books in some way, and surely they would be one of the great ones in the tournament. He would have to wait until there were fewer people remaining the tournament. As long as he could somehow get rid of whatever it was that was making it impossible for her to Divine, he would be done.

For some reason, he couldn't help but get the feeling that the thing that was causing all of this was the main reason behind it all. It was annoying that he couldn't just get the answers he wanted. Maybe the books really weren't here at all.

The Alchemy God began feeling dejected. The woman had divined the contestant's future mutliple times and...

"Wait," he said suddenly, realizing that some of his thoughts had already been disproven. "If you aren't looking at the future of these contestants, then what are you doing?" "I am looking at your future instead," she said. "Mine?" the Alchemy God asked, confused. What did his future have to do with this?

Starsight nodded. "I tried looking at the tournament's future last time, and it didn't work. So now, I look at your future, Your Majesty. You want the book, don't you? So I am looking through your future to see the ones where you do find the books," she said. "Since I have to tread through thousands and thousands of futures even on your own, I can only check a brief time frame for each future before moving on to the next one." "How brief?" the Alchemy God asked. "Just 50 years at best. Anything more and It would take a lot out of me." Starsight said. "Or at least that is what I'm supposed to be looking at, but it's not working. Your future is too entangled with the competitions, and I can only see brief glimpses at best where nothing happens. It's all too hazy to say whether the possibility of any book existing with the contestants is even there or not."

"I could probably do better if I was to only look for the most possible future, but since I have to search through all the potential futures for hints, It's very difficult," she said. "That's… annoying," the Alchemy God said. "So there is nothing concrete in there at all? A future that is all but confirmed?" "I do see you angry in one that is the most possible," Starsight said. "I do not know why, but you have lost your temper in that one like I have never seen you before. It is a glimpse, but it has to be important for me to see that." "Me, angry?" Whitesong asked. "I don't often get angry enough to show it on my face. There was but a single instance in the last few millennia." "Even the most possible future isn't certain," Starsight said. "It was just the thing that stood out to me most, so I mentioned it." "And nothing else, huh?" he asked. "Nothing else." The Alchemy God got up from the couch. "Then I shall head on over to the contestants. When we have just a few dozens of them, we can have you individually check them." "I shall wait for the day I can be helpful to you, Your Majesty," Starsight said, staying behind. Whitesong gave a brief farewell and walked away. He had hoped the head of the Fatekeepers would be helpful, but someone in the competition, or something, was being incredibly annoying. 'Should I have put on a contest for just the healers too?' he thought. He knew one of the books was about healing in particular, which would have connections to the healers. But sadly, he couldn't. He needed alchemists more than he needed healers. A healing contest would be detrimental to finding good alchemists as not all alchemists were healers. But any alchemist could make pills as they were demanded, and that was enough. For Whitesong, finding the books was secondary. Getting ready a mass of alchemists that could make the best pills was the most important task here. The war was still far away. If Whitesong had to guess, it wouldn't start for another few millennia. But people at the summit were already feeling the effects of the lack of resources. For hundreds of thousands of years, they continued growing steadily. But after the war ended and they finally settled, they had begun realizing just how bad the situation really was. For the benefits of themselves and the benefits of the human race, the war would restart. And when it did, Whitesong hoped he had the greatest alchemists ready to help them on the front line.