Since passing through the third red door, the question has changed again, and it is no longer about the remaining skills - what is behind the green and blue doors is a series of more complex questions. In Fang Plover’s view, those specious questions are
The question seemed to be about the soul—the soul school? he thought.
But that's not the case.
Those crafts also include the parts he is familiar with, shaping the core of the dragon soul and mimicking the superego personality. Those are the crafts of the dragon knight. But not entirely. The exploration of the soul goes in two directions, one of which is lost to the public, and the other
One builds on the previous one.
Putting the soul of the beast into the body of the construct can make it move. Alchemists have long discovered that even if such a machine relies only on instinct, it can also understand some simple instructions and work for humans.
In those ancient castles, the puppets and golems of the Puppet School can even work for centuries without anyone maintaining them. They still faithfully walk and patrol the deserted, mossy corridors.
, like a ghost in armor.
But the incomplete soul is always full of uncontrollable factors, just like the golem in the castle that occasionally breaks out and hurts people, causing tragic disasters. For hundreds of years, this problem has never been truly solved. The alchemists
Nowadays, most of them have given up on this path, but there are still many magicians who are skilled in this way.
So how to preserve the incomplete soul intact?
This is one of the two ultimate questions of the Soul School. It is related to whether the running golem is stable and controllable. But at this time, the Green Gate and the Blue Gate are not only asking questions, but also answering them.
The text above is changing - what is the discussion of the soul? The magicians are obsessed with how to extract a more perfect soul, but the essence of the soul is actually closely related to the starlight. Where we all came from, we will also go there.
.
What exactly is our soul? Is it a bunch of signals that quietly disappear between synapses when we reach the end, or is it a collection of impulsive and perceptual emotions under the influence of endocrine glands and hormones?
But no matter what, Xinghui saves our memories in the form of a piece of information, which is the entire portrayal of our life. Our experiences, emotions and pictures of complicated and useless memories will return to the sea of light, where they will be re-precipitated, and then
Once transformed into the essence of starlight.
Thus completing a reincarnation.
Can the new starlight be regarded as part of the old starlight? When the new life makes its first cry, can it be regarded as the reincarnation of a person from the old era?
I think it's impossible.
What really constitutes us, is it starlight? But everything that makes up this world is starlight, stones, trees, elements, and the bottom layer at its core is the same. We are neither rocks nor trees, we are ourselves
.
Therefore, what the soul is is already very clear under this proposition.
Fang Yu looked at the words on it, as if a person was explaining the answer to himself. The writing style was neither like Hellinwell nor Jeldham. He recalled that he was in the shadow.
After witnessing the dispute, I gradually understood who was talking to me through these questions.
If he had not met the craftsman president at the third red door, he would probably have met the owner of this text, who was also Friston, just another Friston in history. One of the three geniuses
The last one.
The other party turned out to be the founder of the Soul School.
He gradually understood this shocking information from that text. The Soul School has indeed been developed for hundreds of years. It also flourished, but was gradually abandoned by the alchemists and became an annihilated and withered technology.
route.
After he pushed open the three blue doors and walked to this place, those propositions gradually pointed to the core. Until now, it had pointed to the core question of the Soul School - but that question has not yet been solved to this day.
Otherwise, the Soul School would not have ended up like this.
The text above reads:
'Under this proposition, the essence of the soul is our emotions, memories and all experiences, and even instincts, but those are the same to starlight. When they precipitate into starlight, they are just starlight.
, not us.'
'But what alchemy needs is actually just this kind of futility, which is our real wisdom. The way we extracted souls in the past was actually a wrong and inefficient method, which destroyed the carrier of information.
, what you get is just a part of the information, an impulsive and irritable instinct——'
'What we want to do is not to intercept the starlight, but to record information.'
A crystal appeared in front of Fang Plover, the blue changing like the sky and morning stars.
Fang Yu subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the crystal and watched as a brand new alchemical formula emerged from it. The complex structure of the nested array was something he had never heard of before, a type that had never been recognized by alchemists.
Alchemical formulas that appear in knowledge.
The text continued:
'There is a crystal in Taka Kokaba that can reflect people's emotions and record the emotions of a certain moment on it. The lizard people call it star fragments. We have a crystal processing technique that can input information more accurately.
In the crystal.'
'So the question here is to process this crystal and make it into a form that can easily record soul information.'
Fang Yu lowered his head and looked at the blue-purple crystal in his hands, and the shock in his heart could not be greater.
It was as if he saw a brand new road opened by flames among the thorns. With his knowledge of alchemy, he immediately realized what this road meant, which meant that it would lead to a new world behind it.
One of the questions of the Soul School has a solution. At least in this tower, a genius has come up with a solution to the question.
The method of processing crystals is very simple, especially for him - it is just the old profession of the crystal craftsman. He has traveled far enough on this path, and after mastering the alchemy formula, inscribing
Crystal is just a basic skill.
Fang Yu picked up the withered knife and put the crystal into the instrument. He couldn't wait to sink his consciousness into it and unfolded the etheric network of shining stars. Because he suddenly realized something and wanted to see the person behind him.
Answer.
In just a few dozen seconds, he put down the crystal, raised his head, and the door opened.
Pushing open the next door, a familiar scene appeared.
It's still the same crystal.
Only the question has changed:
'Now that we have recorded the soul.'
'Then can it be further shaped and sublimated to form a super personality?'
'A nearly perfect, mimicry dragon soul.'
Fang Yutong and Kong Juzhen.
The style of this paragraph was completely different from the former one, but he no longer noticed this because problems were arising above the fifth blue door.
‘The question is as follows——’
"If our soul is made up of emotions and experiences, is there a way to shape it? Mortal time is limited, but a perfect soul can be placed in eternity, and ultimately become close to a god."
'Construct an alchemical formula that approximates that effect.'
Fang Yu closed his eyes and took a gentle breath.
Constructing an unprecedented alchemical formula is not easy. It is the domain of masters, and not every genius can do it. It is to build a city-state in the wilderness, to shape a civilization in ignorance, and to build a civilization from the jungle of thorns.
It blazed a trail that no one had ever traveled before.
That was groundbreaking work, and it belongs only to those names that are timeless.
It's just that he happened to know some of that ancient Shuojin's name...
He closed his eyes and seemed to return to that softly lit afternoon. The sun shined through the window into the cabin, and the fragrance of the girl lingered on the pillow. It was the fragrance of cypress wood, lilies mixed with sea salt. He saw it in that memory.
A peaceful look.
Miss Tata, who was sitting on the bedside table, spoke softly and told the story of the past.
'The way to build a soul is...'
'In research thousands of years ago, only the first half of the Silver Tower was found, which can be used to preserve the integrity of the soul and recall memories from time, but how to sublimate it and form a dragon soul... The strange thing is
, I keep the second half in my memory...'
'That memory is specious, as if for whom it was written. I can't get the answer from it, and I can't see clearly what happened after the fire in El Paxin, but I seem to be able to understand the magic in it.
See its origin...'
Fang Yu remembered that he was confused when he heard it, and couldn't help but ask: 'Why are you telling me this, Miss Tata?'
'Because this is my birth, Mr. Knight.' Tata replied softly. 'The memories that you once wanted to understand but that I could not retrieve are now becoming clear again, although only among them.
part of it.'
'I know Mr. Knight's past, and I also want Mr. Knight to know my past.'
Fang Yu was silent for a while, 'So the path of the Silver Tower can also be regarded as a branch of the Soul School?'
'No,' Miss Goblin shook her head slightly, 'That is the second technical route, the path of the Goblin Dragon Knight.'
Fang Plover opened his eyes again.
His eyes had become clear, and when he looked at the question again, a possibility suddenly burst into his mind. The bachelors of the Silver Tower did not tell him what the third answer was, and Miss Tata had no way of knowing the answer.
But he already knew from the words of his Miss Dragon Soul that the three spells actually had a common origin.
As for that source, the tower has revealed its answer.
He remembered the magic formula he saw behind the last blue door, and found the node described by Miss Tata from behind the nested magic formations. The alchemical formulas are connected with each other, and it is not something
Occultism.
Different techniques often originate from a common language.
Xinghui will naturally tell them the answer.
The inspiration born from the sea of ether finally stopped here. The interconnected clues and his basic understanding of alchemy jointly pushed him to the final result.
Fang Yu picked up the crystal and thought he might try it.
Carving the magic circle, changing the spell, the crystal was annihilated in his hand. The young man raised his head, the title was not extinguished, the words shone like in the sea of light, and another crystal appeared in his hand.
Everything happened quietly, and there was no Mr. Anlosser to encourage him here, but between those words was the wisdom of countless mentors who had stopped here, and they looked at him very tolerantly——
Because the path forward for alchemy is always based on countless failures and trials and errors.
It was like a shadow standing in front of him, looking at him with gentle eyes, gesturing for him to continue.
That was Miss Tata's gaze.
Failure, and trying again and again, lead to dead ends again and again.
Within the tower, a month passed by in a flash.
The fifteenth day outside the tower.
The door of the tower opened again, and this time only one person came out.
"It's Luo Fen," a whisper came from the crowd. "He stopped before the fourth red door. He tied his tutor's score."
"He is worthy of being a student of the Gray King. He has proven himself. At first, the outside world compared him with the Imperial Twins, but now it seems..."
Luo Fen stood silently outside the door, deliberately not listening to the buzzing voices.
He just lowered his head and looked at the communication crystal that lit up in his hand. Information was isolated in the tower. The crystal lit up so quickly, which meant that the teacher and the others were always paying attention to the game.
The young man was slightly moved. He pressed his thumb on the crystal, and a very familiar voice came from inside. That was the voice of the Gray King FOX: "How?"
"Same as you, teacher," Luo Fen sighed, "The Fairy Dragon Knight is still a dead end. The spells in the crystal cannot pass the conception. The Silver Tower seems to be focusing on this path, but they are still
Not successful."
"Naturally, if it were so easy, there would be no other way," FOX replied, "But since you can't prove its possibility, then we can only turn to the president."
"If not, I wouldn't agree in the tower," Luo Fen shook his head. "Juno and Georgifen have verified the possibility of the resonance device, as well as the increase of the mimic dragon soul on the Dragon Knight warship. The next step is naturally
We are."
FOX murmured to himself in the crystal: "The second technical route."
Luo Fen waited silently for a moment before asking again: "Did you see the performance of the Fairy Dragon Knight in the space of the sea of trees, teacher?"
FOX came back to his senses and replied: "Of course, that was actually the original idea of the Silver Tower. It's a pity that the seven dragon souls only exist inside the tower. I heard that only the No. 7 dragon soul briefly existed outside the tower. In the end,
Dragon Soul No. 3, which was close to success, was never even born."
"Why is it Dragon Soul No. 3, not No. 1?"
"The seven dragon souls are in reverse order. Dragon Soul No. 7 was the first to be designed, and the serial number before Dragon Soul No. 3 is actually just an empty serial number."
The young man nodded silently. "Remember to be careful in your words and actions during the interview." FOX gave a final reminder.
The light on the crystal dimmed, and Luo Fen raised his head. He was not looking forward to the upcoming interview, nor was he disgusted with it, or rather, he was a little numb. For a guild like 'Gray Field', for FOX
For students, it is not just a routine matter.
But what surprised him was that the expected "rain of bullets" did not come. The crowd looked in this direction as if they were possessed. Even the reporters who were about to rush forward stopped midway.
steps.
Everyone looks at the tower.
"It turns out he was the second person to arrive."
"But why did the Red Door records disappear after that...?"
Luo Fen's expression changed slightly and he subconsciously turned around.
…
In the tower space, time seems to have become a meaningless product.
Fang Yu had long forgotten the purpose of coming here and the game itself. He only followed those problems step by step and failed again and again, but the end of the failure always led to an open door.
He opened doors one after another, pausing again and again, thinking over and over in his mind what Tata told him, the answer to the puzzle. He did not get the revelation personally, but at least he was inspired by it.
He figured out the form of the technique bit by bit and advanced door by door. He was standing on the shoulders of his predecessors, but it was hard to say that the technique did not come from his own ideas. So for
For a young alchemist like him, it was actually a rare experience.
Very few people at this stage have the opportunity to explore their own theories. They either do not have this opportunity or do not have the ability.
Fang Plover has the ability, and the puzzle hidden in Tata also provides him with that opportunity. Sometimes the puzzle itself is a clue, it just lacks a hint, and now the tower has given that hint.
Then all that's left is for him to find the answer on his own.
That process is certainly not easy.
He didn't know how many times he had failed during this period, and how many times he had tried again. Crystals emerged and shattered in his hands, and the problem came up again and again, but at the end of the day, he finally
Find that glimmer of inspiration in the darkness.
He raised his head.
The last blue door in front opened in his sight - he felt a bit of a dull sense of accomplishment, but in fact the process of completing the technique was the most addictive.
Finding ultimate success from failure, that overwhelming sense of satisfaction, is also one of the driving forces for alchemists to move forward.
Of course, he understood that the answer he found might not necessarily be correct, and some of it was indeed inconsistent with Miss Tata's description, but at least here, in the tower, it was enough for him to get the answer.
Behind the blue door are the last nine green doors.
Every question after the green door allowed him to further perfect the crystal in his hand, so that the crystal would eventually become extremely bright, just like the star dagger he once received from Miya's hand.
That's the answer.
Fang Yu gently put down the crystal in his hand, and the last green door opened in front of him. The color behind the door finally changed. He was startled for a moment, and then realized that he had reached the end point.
That's a red door.
It is also the last door of the Winter Solstice Tower.
The Hall of Thousand Doors is said to have a thousand doors, but this is not always the case. There are far more than a thousand in the Summer Solstice Tower, but in the Winter Solstice Tower, there are actually only four known red doors in total.
Many people have arrived in this place in history, and as far as he knows, they include the Gray King FOX and Ms. Hades.
But it is said that there is only one person in history known to mortals who has actually opened this door. As for the identity of the alchemist, it is still a mystery. People only know that after the other person opened the fourth door, it is not more than that.
.
For thousands of years, no one has truly passed the test of the Winter Solstice Tower.
But now, behind the last door of this ancient tower, a second visitor finally arrived.
Fang Yu gently put his hand on the door handle, took a breath, and then turned it open. The door opened, but the scene inside made him slightly startled, but fortunately he had previous experience, which allowed him to hold back.
I felt the urge to go back and look at the door again.
Standing behind the door was Friston—yes, the president he had met before. Behind him was a vast starry sky, and in the center of the sky was the green star. His virtual image was exactly the same.
Sitting slumped among a pile of remains of the magic furnace structure, he raised his head and looked at Fang Plover:
"There you are, young man."
This title?
Fang Yu was slightly startled, "Are you...?"
"Am I?" A glimmer of understanding flashed in Friston's eyes, "I understand, you have met 'him'."
"he?"
Fang Plover was confused when he heard it.
"I'll tell you who I'm talking about. That guy is just a poor man doing some futile work." Friston smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I am not the same. I once thought I was close.
Yu succeeded, but I didn’t expect that I was wrong——”
He raised his head and stared at the green stars, "However, Helinwell and Jeldham may not be right. We have all failed. Everyone has stopped here. Have you seen this magnificent starry sky?
, that’s the end of our world.”
Fang Plover also looked at the starry sky.
He still didn't realize what happened. But at least he understood who the Friston in front of him was. It was the Friston in history - one of the three geniuses.
But the other person actually looks exactly like the president of the Craftsmen Association?
What's going on? Is it me or a descendant?
Even if they are descendants, is it too much of a coincidence that they look so similar?
This thought was running through his mind to the point that it drowned out other thoughts.
Friston looked at him with a half-smile, "Are you confused? To put it simply, my plan is a complete failure. The path of the Soul School has come to an end here. Jeldm predicted my failure.
It's like I predicted his failure."
He spread his hands, "We have indeed crossed that dangerous boundary. The only good thing is that everything ends in imagination. The souls we extracted turned out to be the same as the shadow man. We defeated the enemy, but lost.
Gave it to myself.”
He looked at the bright and charming starry sky again, but after the stars were extinguished, everything was only empty darkness. "We burned our world, and what did we get in the end? But if we don't take this step,
, the final result is no different.”
"All this is doomed, young man," Friston said calmly, "but if you still have time, you might as well sit down with me and talk about the future of alchemy. I don't know that era you come from, maybe
The world outside is on the verge of collapse or has been destroyed. Are you here looking for answers, but there are no answers?"
"Come talk to me, before the world is destroyed," Friston said. "Look at the starry sky, it is disappearing."
Fang Yu looked at the phantoms that filled the sky. They were the Shadow Man's floating ships and countless constructs.
In comparison, what he saw in the tree sea space was just a wave on the sea.
And here is the real endless void.
"So," he asked, "this tower was conceived to meet that end, but for thousands of years, no one has ever passed this test."
Fang Yu asked: "Mr. Friston, you are the only person who has opened this door in seven centuries, and you have stopped here. I guess you gave up the Soul School after that, or gave up
Another path to the Soul School.”
"I saw in the tower that a line of the Soul School was lost to the public and disappeared in the long river of history," he said, "but in fact, someone later picked it up and established it.
An organization called the Silver Tower."
“Then they continued on that route,” he told the story. “It was not a success, but they achieved some results. Then something happened, and those things left us with a puzzle.
."
"But from that puzzle, we got the answer."
Friston looked at him with some surprise.
The other party said that it was about the history after he left the tower. He did not have those memories, but from the soul given by the tower, he could also infer the origin of the story that Fang Yu said.
It has something to do with him after all.
And he has those past memories.
"Who?" he asked.
"It was Jeldham and Helinwell," Fang Plover replied. "They picked up your research and opened up another path. That path later merged with the second technical route and opened up today's
New world."
"The Fairy Dragon Knight," Friston chuckled, "That's true, but that's impossible."
Fang Yu shook his head and raised his hand.
A huge shadow emerged behind him. It was a huge ship, its shape was constructed like a star. It was two minds intertwined together, and it was depicted with the support of infinite computing power.
, the path that the alchemists ultimately sought.
and the final destination.
That, the end point that Jeldm allowed him to reach.
Friston suddenly stood up and looked at this scene with some shock, "This, this is... this is impossible!?"
"But this is possible, Mr. President," Fang Pliong said to him seriously. He walked forward and passed the genius from seven hundred years ago.
The young man looked between the stars, stared at the enemies in the sky, and said softly, "Please watch, Mr. President, with the support of infinite computing power, what can a mortal's alchemy achieve -"
Countless Kraken structures were appearing around him like stars.
He has found the answer.
But the process is still lacking.
Friston stood aside and did not refute the title he said.