Secret Patterns

Gilan looked at his teacher's arm and secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

Though the white-haired old man was already over three hundred years old, his arm bore no excess flesh, its muscular contours sharply defined. Yet even more striking were the densely packed alchemical arrays, like tattoos.

With a cursory glance, Gilan spotted at least forty or fifty of them.

These alchemical arrays varied in size, the largest as big as a palm and the smallest no larger than a Price coin. Nor did they exist independently; larger arrays enclosed smaller ones, layered upon layer.

Together, they formed an intricate yet orderly mysterious "scroll."

There are twenty-four alchemical arrays each for decomposition and reconstruction, nested within one another, branching out into auxiliary arrays such as "flow," "guidance," "linkage," and "acceleration."

And nearly all of these alchemical arrays are advanced knowledge absent from conventional mysticism. They were most likely developed by Teacher himself...

Gilan's gaze sharpened.

He roughly identified the uses of these alchemical arrays. Every one of them had been designed to make alchemy more efficient and more powerful.

At the same time, Gilan inwardly marveled. Each of these alchemical arrays represented the pinnacle of alchemy—knowledge as precious as a treasure.

For Teacher Paracelsus to integrate them into a single whole, interlocking them as flawlessly as gears within a machine and producing a synergistic effect, was truly unbelievable.

The difficulty of designing nested alchemical arrays on such a scale nearly exceeded the limits of human thought. It was nothing short of a miracle.

Crackle!

Suddenly, Paracelsus extended his index finger.

One after another, the alchemical arrays on his arm lit up with red light, and scarlet arcs of electricity burst from his fingertip.

Paracelsus smiled at Gilan, then flicked his finger.

Crack!!

The scarlet arc leaped forth, seeming to