I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

......

Li Lin was completely unaware of this.

Master Li emerged from seclusion after spending a month reading Nicolas Flamel's notes.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

A powerful voice swept through the Nicolas Flamel estate. Li Lin laughed loudly, thinking to himself how he should perform an amputation on himself later.

His left hand was completely rotten. As his metalworking skills improved, Master Li's Oripathy infection worsened. He had no choice but to use the Melting Gold Technique to burn away Voldemort's soul fragments in hopes of delaying his impending death.

When Nicolas Flamel appeared, even the learned grandmaster was taken aback by Li Lin's appearance.

He had seen many fanatical alchemy apprentices who made all sorts of sacrifices for alchemical experiments, but who had ever transformed their arm into one covered in crystals?

"Can I pick some?"

"No way." Li Lin glanced at him sideways. "That's enough. Who's researching whom here? Hurry up and get ready, I'm going to start smelting copper."

"Copper smelting is such a wonderful thing."

Nicolas Flamel was not upset by the rejection. After all, this was Li Lin's own research result, and a qualified wizard should take responsibility for his research.

Since Li Lin took the initiative to start the forging, Nicolas Flamel was happy to see it succeed. Soon, they found themselves in a huge alchemy workshop underground in the Flamel estate.

"It was right here that I forged the Philosopher's Stone." Nicolas Flamel surveyed his surroundings, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "I can still vividly recall that moment, my wife and I..."

"Alright, stop talking." Li Lin covered Nicolas Flamel's mouth with his intact hand. "If you keep raising your flag, I'm afraid I'll just blow up your estate."

"Why would you say that?" Nicolas Flamel asked, somewhat puzzled. "Once this experiment is complete, you can go back and spend time with your family—"

Li Lin fainted from anger at the Grandmaster who kept planting flags.

Fortunately, when such a description appears in the text, it usually means that the protagonist has not fainted from anger.

In any case, whether according to astrological calculations or the seasons shown on the system panel, today is the most suitable time for alchemy.

[Current World: Harry Potter]

[Current season: A time of burgeoning ambition.]

[This refers to the time when the winds of the woodlands reverse direction: appetite rises along with that of ordinary people.]

[At this time, ambitious people begin to stir; those who desire ascension plan carefully before acting, and all their schemes are granted.]

The regression conditions have been met.

Li Lin, cramming at the last minute, brought over a pile of Nicolas Flamel's experimental notes. While following the records, he turned on the gas stove in front of him to heat it up, and took a few pieces of metal and put them into the crucible.

Nicolas Flamel sat in his wheelchair with his arms crossed, his face contorted in disbelief.

137 Legendary Artifact: The Lamenting Spear

Regardless of how many protective measures Nicolas Flamel took for himself, Li Lin's seemingly casual behavior actually had a deeper meaning.

He glanced at his system panel, and after confirming that he was under the watchful eye of the Sichen·Bai Ri Forge, he first put some Originium fragments scraped off his arm into the crucible.

He then stuck his fingers into the flames of the gas stove.

The arm covered in Originium felt no pain at all; it was more like being soaked in warm water.

The Secret of Casting Patterns: Fiery Molten Slag.

The flames flickered, changing from crimson to pure white, with a layer of dim blue floating on the outside, like leaping waves.

A massive phantom flashed past the alchemy workshop, and Nicolas Flamel looked up alertly, but could not find out where the phantom had gone.

“What is that…? It looks like a soul residing in something—or rather, some kind of being.” Nicolas Flamel pondered silently, without interrupting Li Lin.

Li Lin knew that his actions were not without purpose; mature alchemy required four processes: blackening, whitening, yellowing, and reddening.

Among the four casting masters of Mansu are Lion Craftsman, Arc Moon, Dawn, and White Sun Casting Furnace.

The problem is that before these four casting masters, there is an ancient master named Flint who has already been sent. By observing his own panel, Master Li is convinced that this ancient master seems to have placed a bet on him in some way.

For the vast majority of esoteric practitioners, there is no need to consider the influence of flint. Even if it corresponded to "corruption" in alchemy in the past, with flint being pulverized by the daytime furnace, the knowledge and rituals related to it have long lost their effectiveness.

The process of corruption revealed by the Flintstone is usually replaced by the Lionsmith.

In the Greek mythology that circulated in the waking world, Heracles defeated his formidable enemy, Antaeus, the son of the earth, by grabbing him by the throat and lifting him off the ground. Antaeus, deprived of contact with the earth, immediately lost his strength and died.

The myths of the waking world are mostly passed down from ancient times and are distorted descriptions of true history.

In this story, Hercules was then a lion maker who was still a mortal, while Antaeus was one of the two ancient celestial beings who symbolized the earth: flint and the wheel.

The Wheel was murdered by another horn, and flint here perhaps symbolizes that His position in the alchemical process was completely taken away by the Lionsmith.

In response, Li Lin, who always had a flexible moral bottom line, decided to do both: scraping Originium fragments off himself while adding large amounts of bronze blocks to the crucible.

Some esoteric Buddhist texts consider bronze to be the representative metal of the Lion Craftsman, but in the metalworking skills awakened by Li Lin, the representative metals of the four Casting Ministers are of a higher level. The true representative metal of the Lion Craftsman should be named "Heavenly Copper".

However, like Li Lin, the Lionsmith had a flexible moral bottom line: Could casting be impossible without celestial copper? Metal was not such an inconvenient thing.

Lionsmith has never cared about this.

And so, in Nicolas Flamel’s increasingly bewildered gaze, a halo of metallic vapor began to rise from the crucible, swirling densely overhead like a bronze-colored cloud.

[Rising heat].

Li Lin glanced at the casting effect that appeared on the system desktop and felt that he had made the right choice.

After turning evil, it turns white.

Albinism corresponds to the crescent moon in the divination system.

Whitening signifies liberation and self-liberation. At this stage, the metal sheds its decaying body, its spirit and soul meet, and its essence is revealed without reservation.

And the crescent moon is indeed the god of revelation!

Li Lin picked up a silver brick from the side, and without any hesitation, took a knife specifically used for cutting metal and chopped it into several strips, placing them into the crucible.

Even though he knew that Li Lin had his own unique casting method, Nicolas Flamel felt that it was too crude and reckless. Didn't he need to calculate the metal ratio?

Completely unaware that Nicolas Flamel considered him worthless, Li Lin was still happily adding silver to the crucible until all the silver bars he was adding turned into swirling steam under the high temperature.

Nicolas Lemaître immediately fell silent.

Then comes the yellowing process.

Similarly, when no optimal alternative metal could be found, Li Lin took out a large pile of Galleons and put them into the crucible. After they all turned into steam, he picked up the last main ingredient, pinched the beaker between his index finger and thumb, and poured it into the crucible with a splash.

Nicolas Flamel's eyes twitched as he watched.

It's supposed to be a panacea that can prolong life, so is it reasonable to use it so crudely as a solvent?

If he raises this question with Li Lin, then Master Li will definitely tell him that it is perfectly reasonable.

The corresponding celestial body for the reddening process is the White Sun Forging Furnace in the Celestial Body of Casting. However, the Originium fragment that Li Lin has on hand that is closest to the Philosopher's Stone has already been added as the base for the "blackening".

While Nicolas Flamel could not possibly give Li Lin the Philosopher's Stone to smash and use as raw material, the panacea extracted from the Philosopher's Stone could still serve as a symbol of "reddening".

The four stages of alchemy have been completed, and with the addition of one ingredient, these four stages have formed a cycle.

Li Lin hesitated for a moment, then took out a piece of D32 steel from the dark green tabletop.

Nicolas Flamel's eyes widened. It was clearly a metal that had never appeared in the world before. Judging from its shape and color alone, this heavy metal must have extraordinary hardness and ductility.

This is metal that shouldn't exist in this world.

The molten metal in the pot had boiled completely, but there was no other strange smell. Instead, it resembled a bright, rippling surface of water, changing into strange shapes under the licking of the pure white flames.

Li Lin closed his eyes, recalling the scene of Nian demonstrating his casting skills in front of him. His hands moved accordingly, delivering the D32 steel to the crucible with an unimaginable rhythm.

Flames rise, forging power surges.

The four layers of steam swirling overhead suddenly contracted, enveloping Li Lin's palm.

Nicolas Flamel suddenly felt an urge to cry, an emotion that came on in a very, very unusual way.

A grandmaster alchemist should not have such weak emotions, yet he is now weeping over inexplicable sorrow.

He stretched out his sleeve to wipe away the remaining tear stains from the corner of his eye, watching Li Lin reach forward and draw the newly forged weapon from the four-colored steam.

It was a magnificent long spear, entirely silver, adorned with angels and stars at the hilt, and covered with countless intricate marks on its silver blade, resembling the solemn wings of the Holy Spirit.

At the end of the gun handle, golden flames, like flowing calligraphy, left Latin inscriptions on it.

"Lamentum" means "lamentation".

"This is truly an extremely powerful spear." Li Lin exclaimed, picking up the scorching crucible with his bare hands and pouring the remaining molten metal onto the tip of this magnificent spear.

In that instant, all the molten metal flowed into the blade, and a four-colored holy mark extended along the spine of the spear until it disappeared into the tip.

A pale chill flowed down from the exquisite spear blade, and the floor, covered by alchemy, silently became covered with a layer of white frost. Then, pure white lilies sprouted from the frost-covered area, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

That's Casablanca, meaning "lily of the underworld".

As Nicolas Flamel gazed at the pure white flowers, an indescribable sorrow suddenly gripped his heart, stronger and more unavoidable than before.

He quickly realized that this was the power of the spear; it didn't even need to deliberately pierce the target, but could plunge onlookers into deep sorrow simply by swinging it.

This is the legendary artifact, the Lament Spear!

Chapter 138: Ending with the bombing of Nicolas Flamel [Bonus Chapter]