Mechanical Alchemist-Chapter 571 - 570: The Transitional - of Setting Sail Again

There was already an understanding between the two.

Su Lun knew exactly what Chientiao was thinking, and he asked directly, "You're not thinking of going to the Netherworld, are you?"

This was an extremely dangerous idea.

Because while others might just fantasize about it, they actually had a way to go there.

Initially, when Su Lun and Chientiao went on an adventure in Mountain Hermit Country, they found an adventure novel left by the great author Fujiwara Hayato.

That guy had literally gone to the legendary "Netherworld" and even came back alive.

Moreover, he documented how he went there and his adventurous experiences in the Netherworld in that book, "Deadly Novel · Netherworld."

That novel was now in Su Lun's hands.

Not just the novel, he also had a ticket for the Ghost Train.

That was a myth in Mountain Hermit Country, where the souls of the deceased supposedly traveled to the Netherworld on a Ghost Train.

It was originally just a legend.

But initially, Fujiwara Hayato had used this seemingly inconceivable method to successfully reach the Netherworld.

....

Hearing Su Lun's question, Chientiao looked back at him but did not speak.

From that look, Su Lun had already figured out that she really wanted to go.

For Chientiao, Sword Dao was even more important than her own life. Now that she had glimpsed the supreme realm of Sword Dao, how could she shrink back because of danger?

After pondering for a moment, she finally picked up the "Buddha Slayer" in her hands, her gaze complex as she looked at the famed sword and spoke in an even tone, "The previous owner of this sword must have been to the real Netherworld. I sense an extremely profound Hell Sword Dao within this sword. It feels like fate is guiding me, showing me insights beyond even the Sword Saints... but I cannot grasp them."

"..."

Listening to her, Su Lun's brows gradually furrowed.

He could hear the persistence in Chientiao's words.

Some talents are tied to fate, and some people have their own destinies. The Rakshasa Woman is indeed very strong, but equally, her destiny is to continuously fight, to grow stronger in battle, or perhaps die in battle...

However, the Netherworld is really extremely dangerous.

The Netherworld they had visited before was just a novel world, and the dead there were merely people who had died over the years in Mountain Hermit, not overly dangerous overall.

But the real "Netherworld" is a true underworld realm, where True Gods exist!

...

Su Lun's knowledge could almost be said to be at the pinnacle among a small group of people now, and although he had never been to a higher realm where True Gods existed, he had a rough understanding of this world.

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"Underworld" is a general term for the world of the deceased, like Hell, Hades, Netherworld, they are all different realms.

What differences these realms have, Su Lun felt, seemed to relate to the divinities they worship.

Just like the difference between Alchemy Realm and Divine Realm.

A divinity belief system has its own kingdoms of the dead, and living beings will go to their respective underworld realms after death.

So there are many realms of the dead.

The Netherworld is just one of them.

Su Lun also wasn't sure what exactly the real Netherworld was like and what one would experience there.

But he knew that if living people went there, they would almost certainly face a fate of nine deaths and one life.

The great author and adventurer Fujiwara Hayato had gone there and still came back alive.

That was survivorship bias.

He could go there, but that didn't mean others could.

Even if using the exact same route.

Normally, such legendary adventurers are not only exceptionally strong, but they often also have a hidden trait, which is "favored by fate."

They could return alive from those dangerous places, but others might not.

Mr. Jing once said that his father, Sir Isaac, warned that venturing into higher-dimensional planes could easily attract the attention of gods from other worlds, making it uncertain even for a demigod to return alive. Consequently, despite possessing the strength of a demigod, Sir Isaac remained vigilantly stationed at the abyssal plane passageway in Old Lington.

But now, Qian Tiao planned to go.

...

Su Lun frowned, deep in thought for a moment, and then asked seriously, "Have you... decided?"

Qian Tiao glanced at Su Lun, noted his solemn expression, and laughed lightheartedly.

She seemed completely unconcerned about the danger of her idea, simply stating, "I'll wait until the time is right. At least, until this Dragon Country adventure ends, and when you can understand what that novel says... then I'll go."

She knew others might struggle to understand her thoughts, but Su Lun would certainly understand.

Indeed, Su Lun listened, then remained silent for a moment.

He knew Qian Tiao's character well; she would choose a fiery death over a life that smoldered like kindling.

Su Lun didn't try to persuade her further, merely sighing lightly, "Alright. I'll do my best to help you interpret the content of that novel these days."

The "Netherworld" novel was the roadmap.

But even now, Su Lun hadn't understood too much of it.

Because the information that exceeded the understanding of lower beings was hidden by the cosmic will.

Just like an all-pervasive law, a magician can only recognize more clearly the higher their rank.

And Fujiwara Hayato was already a top-tier alchemist; he had recorded that high-level information using ingenious encryption methods, but without reaching that height, it remained indecipherable.

Hearing this, Qian Tiao looked at him and suddenly burst into a radiant smile, "Good!"

Smiling, she leaned against him as usual, casually draping an arm over Su Lun's shoulder, teasing him, "Oh dear, there's a very refined natural essence about you, and your aura has also become more concentrated. It seems that white wolf tribe friend of yours in the Silent Forest has been quite helpful to you~"

"..."

Her arm sunk into a tender embrace, and seeing her teasing demeanor, Su Lun rolled his eyes.

But seeing that brilliant smile, it seemed like all unpleasant thoughts were dissipating.

Since he couldn't change some decisions that were already made,

Su Lun tried to think positively.

Qian Tiao was no longer affected by the hellish aura; even if she went to the Netherworld, at least the environmental impact would be minimal. She wouldn't end up like Fujiwara Hayato who returned infected, mutated, and died.

Moreover, her current strength might well surpass that of Fujiwara Hayato back then.

Su Lun thought that even in higher-dimensional planes, it wouldn't be a place swarming with True Gods; with good luck not encountering any gods, Qian Tiao's ability to protect herself was not bad.

And if one could actually go to a higher-dimensional plane and return alive, by then, things would definitely be different.

Su Lun thought.

Well... first, prepare a "Substitute Doll" for her.

...

The battle at the Atlantis Ruins continued.

With no conditions for setting sail, the Eternal Night did not hurry, so they continued to rest on the uninhabited island.

During this time, the members of the Dawn Group also successively took injections of highly compatible "Dragon Bloodline Potions."

Hundreds at a time, hundreds at a time...

The percentage of fighters in the Dawn Group undergoing bloodline transformation was increasingly high.

Dr. Banks's "multiple overlap potion" was very effective.

So much so that what alchemists once considered a life-risking bloodline fusion potion has a very low aberration rate when used extensively in the Dawn Group.

Even with a few aberrations, the Biological Laboratory of the Miniature Void Realm managed them very aptly.

The enhancement from the Dragon Blood Potion was also very evident; the crew's strength visibly surged significantly. Coupled with the higher law ceiling in this cursed space, the crew members advanced more frequently.

And after advancing, due to the increased endurance provided by the Dragon Blood Potion, they could integrate some high-quality Dragon Progeny Gear, boosting their combat power by another large margin.

As the days passed, the overall combat ability of the Dawn Group continued to rise.

...

The team had specialized individuals managing various affairs, and everyone fulfilled their roles without needing Su Lun to worry.

After returning to the ship Evernight, he had almost always stayed inside his cabin.

His spiritual power had now entered the "Divine Wandering realm," allowing him to control ten times more puppets.

So, he had been busy crafting high-level gargoyles.

Even though the assembly line of the war factory had completed most of the basic construction of the puppets, the higher-level laws and ritual solidification still had to be done by himself.

He also needed to spend time converting the benefits brought by the surge in spiritual power into combat power, such as learning new high-level spiritual techniques, enhancing the control of spiritual silk threads...

Furthermore, he had been interpreting "Netherworld," consulting various magic books from previous war spoils... and so on.

In short, time seemed to be never enough, and Su Lun was constantly busy.

That day, inside the laboratory next to the captain's quarters.

Su Lun was as busy as ever.

The room at the moment looked like a spider's den, densely hung with all kinds of silk threads.

Over a hundred semi-finished gargoyles were neatly suspended in several rows, numerous silk threads precisely controlled numerous carving knives that were swiftly carving rune slots, with the glimmer of various alchemy arrays flickering non-stop in the room.

The workshop looked like a chaotic work space for hundreds of people.

But upon closer inspection, one would find it was actually well-organized amidst the chaos.

Su Lun himself was spread out like an octopus with spears, personally inscribing seventh-tier runes on five gargoyles.

With the surge in spiritual power, his ability to multitask had been fully developed to the extreme, effortlessly managing so many puppets simultaneously.

These high-level puppets would become the core strength in future battles, but only he, the "Puppet Great Grandmaster," could personally handle the process of inscribing high-level puppet runes and solidifying alchemy.

So, he had always been busy these past few days.

However, just as he was busy, "knock," "knock," "knock"... a knocking sound arose.

From outside the door came Lorota's voice, "Mr. Su Lun, excuse me for interrupting."

Although there were communicators within the Dawn Group, no one would bother Su Lun unless it was something urgent, for fear of disrupting his work and cultivation.

Knocking on the door meant at least everyone knew he would sense someone at the door beforehand.

Su Lun did not even turn his head, responding, "The door's unlocked."

With a click, the door opened, and a small head peered in—Lorota glanced at Su Lun: "Mr. Su Lun, the leaders asked me to invite you to a meeting, saying there are matters to discuss."

Su Lun raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

The group's decisions were generally made by Barrett and the professional advisory team, and if they needed him, it must be something important.

But if it wasn't urgent, Su Lun thought it might be about leaving the desolate island to continue sailing.

After Lorota delivered the message, she let her big eyes wander around the workshop, gazing at the dense web of silk threads with an expression of awe like a little fangirl, exclaiming, "Wow... Mr. Su Lun has become even more impressive since he came back!"

This girl was a disciple of Qiantiao, and basically only she had been to the puppet workshop.

She was naturally clever and could tell that Su Lun's strength had surely surged just by looking at the quantity of silk threads he controlled.

Su Lun treated Lorota like a half-disciple, and seeing her twinkling crystal eyes, he knew this girl was likely here to scrounge something again.

He smiled, flicking a finger, and suddenly a puppet doll landed in front of Lorota, saying, "This is a 'Substitute Doll' specifically for you, you can use it in emergencies."

Lorota, looking at the wooden doll that bore a striking resemblance to herself, quickly bowed and joyfully thanked him, "Thank you, Puppet Artisan, the incomparably handsome and supreme Mr. Su Lun!"

Her face was alight with an exaggeratedly joyful smile, her body bent at ninety degrees.

"..."

Su Lun, already accustomed to the girl's flattery, chuckled softly.

He tidied up the workshop a bit and stood up, preparing to leave with her, and casually asked, "By the way, where's your teacher?"

"She's out in the sea looking for trouble with those monsters."

Upon hearing the inquiry, Lorota's expression suddenly became a bit odd.

After a pause, she whispered as if sharing a secret, "Mr. Su Lun, let me tell you, my teacher has been in a terrible mood these days. I don't know who provoked her, but the way she's killing those monsters with each slash is really frightening... I've also been scolded quite a bit these past few days..."

She pursed her lips, a picture of grievance on her face.

"Oh."

Su Lun's eyebrows rose as he listened, knowing well that Qian probably struggled with a bottleneck in her Sword Dao, trying to rediscover that feeling these past days.

But it seemed not to be going smoothly.

Without further comment, he motioned for Lolo to head to the upper deck.

...

In the control room of the Eternal Night, the high-ranking fighters of the Dawn Group had already gathered.

Number Nineteen, Barrett, Dora, Wuzhuas, Tanni...

Seeing Su Lun approaching, they greeted him.

"These last few days, the necromantic creatures near the islands have been dwindling, looks like this sea area might be running out of monsters..."

"Now we have two choices, either Plan A, we wait for the battlefront to decide a winner to see if we can seize some opportunities. But overall assessment shows this comes with great risk; Or, we continue sailing..."

"Moreover, what's more significant is that Dr. Banks's biological markers left in the West Sea and South Sea fleets have moved. They have used some method and are swiftly approaching the 'Mimir Spring'..."

"Additionally, our Diviners have made some vague insights during these days. As the battle on the side of Atlantis ends, it's highly likely that there will be great upheavals in this cursed space, so we must prepare in advance..."

"..."

Su Lun, hearing the results deliberated by the strategist group, of course, agreed with the Plan B to continue sailing.

The battlefield at Atlantis did indeed hold great enticement.

To be fought so fiercely, the battling sides surely left behind ample opportunities on the battlefield.

Merely seeing that ghost fleet that day, who knows how many treasures were hidden aboard those thousands of ancient ships.

Moreover, those high-tier necromantic creatures, even their corpses, were priceless top-tier materials for an Alchemist.

However, the problem was also quite direct.

Once the battle ended, with one side defeated, there naturally would be a victorious side.

Whichever side survived, there would certainly be super-tier existences.

Su Lun, having once witnessed the overwhelming power of super-tier monsters, had long abandoned any ideas of scavenging.

Using his toes to think, he knew that such a terrifying battle site must now be like a nuclear explosion battlefield, filled everywhere with the chaos of high-level laws, posing extreme risks.

Even if there truly was a desire to scavenge, now was definitely not the time.

Su Lun, with the ability to enter and exit the cursed space at will, would have plenty of opportunities in the future.

Moreover, the primary objective of the Dawn Group was not treasure hunting but to stop the people from the divine plane.

The reason they had not rushed toward the 'Mimir Spring' until now was not only because of the battlefield at Atlantis but also because the beings from the divine plane had not made their move yet.

Now that those beings had departed, they naturally couldn't delay.

With Su Lun's decision made, the Dawn Group immediately weighed anchor and set sail.

...

Speaking of coincidences.

The Dawn Group had initially been drawn into the 'Hell Dragon Country', a cursed space that was seemingly doomed to death without survival.

But unexpectedly, after finding the Philosopher's Stone in the ruins of Atlantis, they triggered an earth-shattering battle.

Afterward, they found themselves stranded on a barren island for nearly half a month.

However, when the Dawn Group set sail again, they discovered that their journey was incredibly smooth.

Nearly all the monsters in the vast surrounding sea area had vanished.

What was once a route filled with unknown perils suddenly turned into plain sailing.

After sailing for several days, they did not encounter even one troublesome monster.

In this manner, the Eternal Night followed the route previously taken by Black Sam's group and quickly caught up with the location of those beings from the divine plane.