The Seclusion Room

"Master Bitton, this pattern is the Alchemy Master pattern, right?" About an hour later, Abel turned to Master Bitton and asked.

"Yes, this is the Alchemy Master pattern!" Master Bitton hadn't expected Abel to recover so quickly. Any alchemist seeing this Alchemy Master pattern for the first time would normally become absorbed in it for half a day or even several days.

What he didn't know was that Abel had already committed the seemingly impossibly difficult and hard-to-memorize Alchemy Master pattern completely to memory, and remembered it with extraordinary clarity.

Memorizing it hadn't taken Abel much time. What had truly taken a long time was transforming the two-dimensional Alchemy Master pattern on the wall into a three-dimensional one.

"Master Bitton, do you have any information related to the advancement?" Abel asked anxiously.

He could hardly wait to reconstruct this incomparably complex Alchemy Master pattern within his body.

"Master Bennett, this book contains the advancement instructions. Please use it carefully. Since there are no Alchemy Masters left on the Holy Continent, books recording Alchemy Master knowledge are extremely precious!" Master Bitton carefully took a leather-bound book from the shelf and handed it to Abel.

Abel knew the reason. Take the Alchemy Master pattern on the wall, for example. Unless one was an Alchemy Master, it was impossible to reproduce its distinctive resonance. It had been copied onto the wall by combining the Alchemy Master pattern within the body with spiritual power and drawing techniques.

He carefully accepted the leather-bound book as well. It had no title. When he opened it, he discovered that it contained records left by five Alchemy Masters at different times.

Each Alchemy Master had described his advancement process in detail. Even the tiniest psychological fluctuations had been clearly presented in the records. Moreover, these records hadn't been