Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

"Master Sylvus, you are..."

Ronald furrowed his brows as he looked at the Forging Hammer in Sylvus' hand.

"What? Can't I take a look?"

Sylvus asked teasingly.

Ronald hesitated but ultimately said nothing and closed his mouth.

Sylvus then turned his gaze to the Forging Hammer.

At this moment, the hammer was entirely black, but there were white patterns on it that formed a map.

"This doesn't seem to be Eslar continent."

Sylvus squinted.

Previously, Boon had given him a map of the Eslar continent, but there were no markings or records of this area on that map.

"Could it be that the continent has changed over time, and that's why this location isn't on the current map of Eslar?"

It wasn't impossible. This map had been drawn by the Titan race, so it could be over ten thousand years old.

Eslar continent from ten thousand years ago must have been different from what it is now.

After memorizing the map, Sylvus finally tossed the Forging Hammer back to Ronald and the others, who were watching eagerly.

"Elder, quickly bring the map."

Taking the Forging Hammer, Ronald immediately ordered.

A dwarven elder quickly brought over a map.

But the result was the same as Sylvus had thought.

There was no matching location on the current map of Eslar continent.

"This map was drawn many years ago. Do you think the Eslar continent of the past was the same as it is now?"

Sylvus asked with a smile.

Ronald froze for a moment and then let out a bitter smile.

The Eslar continent from ten thousand years ago certainly couldn't be the same as it is today.

So, does this mean the map is useless?

"Elder, inform all of our people. We need to search the entire continent for the location shown on this map,"

Ronald said after a brief silence.

This was their only chance to unlock the bloodline seal.

They wanted to transform into the powerful Titan race.

Even if it took the entire tribe, they had to find this place.

Sylvus didn't object. After all, he wasn't going to help the dwarves find the location anyway.

"Looks like there's nothing left for me here, so I'll be off,"

Sylvus said as he stood up, ready to head south to search for the Dark Elves.

"Master, what about the Forging Hammer..."

Ronald asked nervously.

Sylvus glanced at him and waved his hand dismissively.

"Keep it in your dwarven tribe for now. Don't forget what you need to forge for me. If you don't finish within six months, there will be no reason for your dwarven tribe to remain."

Sylvus had no problem with them searching for the Titan Heart, but they couldn't delay his business.

"Rest assured, Master. We will not let you down,"

Ronald hurriedly promised.

Sylvus nodded and walked out.

Before leaving, he asked Ronald about any teleportation formations that led to the southern part of the Eslar continent.

Unfortunately, Ronald had no such formation, so Sylvus had to fly there himself.

"Sire, what should we do now? If we focus on crafting his requested item within six months, we won't have enough manpower to search for the Titan Heart,"

the dwarven elder asked with concern after Sylvus left.

"Send a portion of our people to search for it. I've studied his blueprints, and if we complete it, it will be an incredibly powerful artifact. We might even be able to use it to stand against him,"

Ronald said, squinting his eyes.

"And if we find the Titan Heart before that, we'll have nothing to fear."

The others nodded and said no more.

Meanwhile, Sylvus had already left the dwarven city.

After orienting himself, he flew directly south.

In the world of the undead:

"Push harder! At this rate, we'll break through the seal on Eslar continent within half a month. Then, we'll be free!"

"Hmph! Those ants on Eslar continent dare to resist us? Once we get through, we'll annihilate every last one of them!"

"The undead army will be fully assembled in a few days. There's no way Eslar continent can stop us."

"If all of our kings had gone to Eslar continent back then, we would've escaped this place long ago. This time, we cannot fail like before."

The twelve kings looked toward the top of the Tower of the Undead.

There, a massive vortex swirled in the void, with cracks occasionally appearing before sealing up again.

At the same time, countless undead had gathered around the Tower of the Undead.

They all roared, eager to head to Eslar continent and unleash destruction!

In the Abyss:

"This is bad. This time, all twelve undead kings are working together to break the divine sealing domain. Our power is weakening, and soon we won't be able to hold them back."

"Quickly, send word to the others. We need their help. We cannot let the undead break into Eslar continent, or the consequences will be catastrophic."

"The message has already been sent. The humans, elves, and dwarves have been notified. They will soon send reinforcements."

Dozens of Magic Emperor-level powerhouses were pale-faced.

They had already expended most of their life force trying to repair the occasional cracks in the divine sealing domain.

In their current state, they could only hold on for three more days.

Meanwhile, the humans, elves, and dwarves had also received the urgent message from the Abyss.

Powerful individuals from across the continent were gathering and heading toward the Abyss.

Sylvus, unaware that the entire Eslar continent was on the brink of disaster, had spent several days traveling and finally reached the southern part of the continent.

However, what surprised him was that the further south he went, the fewer living creatures he encountered.

At times, he couldn't even spot a single magical beast.

"I'll find a place to rest for the night. The system shop refreshes tonight,"

Sylvus thought as he flew a little further. Eventually, he spotted an inn.

"'Turn Back Inn'? Are they telling me I should turn back?"

Sylvus chuckled to himself as he approached the inn.

The place was eerily quiet. There wasn't a single guest, and even the innkeeper was nowhere to be seen.

"Do you need a room?"

Just as Sylvus was feeling puzzled, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

Startled, he quickly turned around and saw an elderly man with white hair and a hunched back staring at him.

"This old man is no ordinary person. Even with my strength as a Mage Archmage, I didn't notice him approach."

Sylvus narrowed his eyes, realizing the man's power.

"Yes, I need a room. Are you the innkeeper? Why is this place called 'Turn Back Inn'?"

Sylvus asked, looking directly at the old man.

Hearing Sylvus' question, the old man finally raised his head and looked him in the eye.

But when Sylvus saw the old man's eyes, his expression suddenly changed.