Alchemy (2)

‘The Eight Trigrams Furnace...’

The word, heard for the first time in a long while, made Dominique unable to hide his bitter expression.

The Empire, which stopped at nothing to advance its people’s realms, preferred pills over elixirs.

Elixirs helped raise one’s mana and break through to a higher realm, but they had one fatal drawback: the more kinds of elixirs you used, the lower your potential ceiling became.

An elixir worked by forcibly stuffing mana into you to break through the ceiling of your realm,

but using different elixirs caused them to mix together, turning your mana into some strange concoction.

Of course, in this day and age, when people were content with Tier 5 or 6, elixirs were highly sought after.

At Tier 5 or 6, one could live a satisfying life as a lord somewhere, and at Tier 7, one could live without worrying about what anyone thought.

But during the Empire’s time, Tier 5 or 6 was a realm where, despite being superhuman, you still had to keep your head down around your elders.

So elixirs weren’t all that popular; people only took one to break through a wall once, carefully selecting one that suited them...