Oblivion Alchemy Training Novels & Stories

"Bring the new pack Shaman, Elder Aaron. Bring the sacred bronze brazier and the ancient alchemical coals from the inner vault. We run the true, un-rigged ritual of the ancestors right here, in front of every living soul in this valley." Within minutes, an elderly, silver-haired mystic clad in traditional white robes strode onto the ruined stage. Two vanguard guards carried a tri-legged bronze basin filled with glowing alchemical coals that popped and cracked in the freezing mountain wind. The air grew thick with the smell of dried sage and old magic.

In the midst of this madness, a dark force began to rise, one that would change the course of history and leave a legacy of fear and oppression. The legend of the Bloodstone Amulet begins with a man known as Tharion, a dark alchemist of extraordinary skill and knowledge. Tharion was not born into nobility; he was the son of a healer who served one of the smaller, less powerful packs on the fringes of the Southern Region. From a young age, Tharion showed an aptitude for the arcane, a keen interest in the hidden properties of plants, minerals, and the energies that flowed through all living things. His mother, seeing his potential, nurtured his talents, teaching him everything she knew about h

Bruce's tone turned cold, "If you can't make a Spiritual Pill, or the one you make ends up being subpar, you've got no right to question anything like you did, and you'll have to pay for your words." The crowd nodded in agreement. Eliam's master was an Ambience level cultivator, highly skilled in alchemy. How dare this young man slander him like that!

Forging armor was only temporary, but in the following period of time, with the expansion of the army or the needs of the war situation, there were more and more better divine weapons. Samuel improving his skills was always the best way to deal with it. Moreover, although refining weapons and refining medicine were two completely different things, there were many similarities between the two, such as the mastery of fire and so on. If Samuel could improve his craftsmanship level from the White Jade, he was actually improving his alchemy level in disguise. With such a comprehensive consideration, Samuel urgently needed the help of the White Jade. "Will it help you?" Yvonne said, "I feel that i

Instead, she gave a small nod, then turned and walked back into the cave, leaving Raven behind with a flicker of confusion in his eyes. Inside, she reopened the old wooden shelves, brushing away the dust that covered the ancient alchemical tools. From a cloth pouch, she pulled out several rare herbs, combining them with the Blood Star Blossom, and began preparing a concoction. Her movements were practiced, meticulous, as if time had never dulled her natural skill. Raven, after lingering outside for a while, stepped in to find Lyra stirring a dark crimson liquid in a stone vessel. A pungent scent filled the air, fiery and oppressive, charged with the pressure of bloodlines. He approached, smi

The Trerth haven't been spotted in ten years, so we won't be the first to run into them,” the phrase within said as it moved ahead and followed the other henchman who was following Nelanian. Nelanian got to the point where he wouldn't speak anything in front of him, only absolute darkness. He'd never had enough for the watches to summon him, yet there was no other way for him to go away without his body. His mind was degrading from the inside out, and he was aware of it at all times. It was only a matter of time until he succumbed to his injuries. I decided a little prayer wouldn't harm, even though he wasn't religious. He addressed the founding figures of Alchemy, Cythis and Bevana, the ori

Aldric began the training two nights after their first meeting. He arrived through the hidden passage behind the library, wearing the same old robe and carrying a small leather satchel filled with stones, herbs, and parchment. Mira followed him, carrying a bowl of silver dust mixed with water.

Leading him towards an invisible dome that I made for myself so I still could train while I'm here in the mortal realm. "We're here," I said when we arrived in front of my dome. "What do you mean? This is your safe place? A back alley?" He said, confused. "Oh right. I'm the only one who can see it right now. Wait till you get inside." I said. I started chanting a spell to open my dome. I then grabbed his hand to lead him inside. Once were inside, Xander can finally see everything that I'd kept hidden through an invisibility spell. "Wow." He exclaimed at the view. "This place is fucking cool, Lilan." He said, taking in the view of my precious secret dome. "Of course. I personally designed thi

"Is it really a firstborn?" "For others, metamorphosing a golden core into a nascent soul required a huge amount of heavenly materials and treasures. Some even required a senior alchemist specializing in preparing spiritual pills to cross the tribulation. I materialized three thousand of them at once... What the hell? Let’s see what happens." Alex had the Chaos Tree and Ancestral bodhi tree. So, he had many sacred trees not to panic. Immediately, he sank his heart and cultivated himself in this special space.

Three Days Later [Rina P.O.V] The examination chamber had become familiar. White stone walls. Scarred desk. The particular silence of four Council observers who watched my every movement with the hungry attention of predators waiting for weakness. I moved through the practicals with the economy of someone who'd already died and saw no reason to waste motion on performance. Potion Alchemy: the Revitalizing Draught, brewed to exact specification, no violet corruption, no omniscient errors. The observers noted my precision. They didn't see the particular restraint it required, the effort of keeping Silvie silent, of maintaining the barrier between my essence and the materials that would amplify