My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

"Don't want to ascend?"

Latan looked at Zheng Shilong seriously. The cultivator was slumped on the bed in the school hospital. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot and red. His hand holding the cup was shaking constantly, and water spilled everywhere.

He doesn't look like a powerful Jindan at all, but rather like a pitiful drowned dog.

"Did 'he' really say that to you?"

"Yes... General..." Zheng Shilong's teeth chattered, and the iron mask on his face trembled constantly, "He told me personally... that cultivating immortals is the wrong path... abandoning the body and ascending will lead to hell... my soul and golden elixir will become nutrients for the great terror in the underworld..."

Latan looked at Dorn, and the look in his eyes confirmed his suspicions.

Netherworld?

Subspace!

"Did 'he' show you the right path?" Latan placed his hand on Zheng Shilong's shoulder, which was shaken to the point of losing control. He compressed the magnetic field force into a trickle and poured it into his body to help the cultivator stabilize his mind.

"It's just a fleeting glimpse..." Zheng Shilong raised his spastic fingers, trying to depict the great path that the great will of mercy showed him, "It's like a series of images... or images... For example, if a person keeps blinking... All you can see are some incoherent pictures... or emotions..."

"Aaron!" Latan whistled at him, took out a giant steel folding stool from the Book of Magnus, placed it by the window, and sat down. "Okay, Arlong, it's all over. Now, look at me."

Seeing Zheng Shilong turn his stern face full of fear, Latan said in the softest tone: "Now, I want you to speak slowly and clearly. What does 'he' want you to do?"

“Disperse the golden elixir.” Zheng Shilong swallowed a mouthful of sticky saliva, and his throat gurgled. “This road is blocked. The Great Will showed me the great terror I will face after ascending. That is not something any sentient creature should face. We are like a small boat floating on the sea, and those things are under the sea that cannot be described in words—”

He made a choking sound in his throat, and his eyes widened with indescribable fear. Latan could even see his own face reflected in his eyeballs, "Don't ascend!!! Refine your body!!! Refine your body!!! Stay on the sea!!!"

The scream stopped abruptly, Zheng Shilong's eyes rolled back, and he fell limply on the hospital bed. The water in the cup spilled all over him, and he had lost consciousness.

Latarn covered Zheng Shilong with a blanket and handed him over to the school doctor, Madam Pomfrey, who had hurried over. He stood up and looked at Rogge Dorn, whose face was as pale as iron. "Seventh brother?"

Dorn paused for a moment and said, "What did you see?"

"Me?" Latan frowned. "You can't see 'him'?"

"I'm just an engineer. I don't have the psychic talent like you." Dorn's tone was as solid as a rock. "What did you see?"

"'He' is in a very bad condition. He looks like a body that should have been put in the morgue long ago." Latan put away the giant steel folding stool, giving himself more time to think. "'He' told me not to be stubborn... The meaning of this..."

"Mr. Magnus."

Madam Pomfrey shouted, and Latan looked down and saw that she was pointing at a parchment scroll draped over Zheng Shilong's chest. On the paper were overlapping circles and squares. In the center of the two shapes was a human with outstretched arms and legs. His fingertips and soles were precisely in line with the circles and squares, looking ancient and mysterious.

The school doctor picked up a scroll as thick as an industrial bearing and asked, "Is this yours?"

Latan was surprised to find that he didn't feel any surprise. It seemed that it should be here. "No."

"I was wondering, you are such a good student, how could you draw such an anatomical diagram with such a ridiculous mistake." Madam Pomfrey looked at the parchment and laughed, "The ribs are all connected into one piece. Who else would have two hearts and three lungs?"

Two hearts and three lungs, ribs like twisted boards!

Don’t ascend, don’t be stubborn!

Latan exchanged a quick and meaningful look with Dorn, then stepped forward and said to the school doctor, "Excuse me, ma'am, could you please let me see it?"

"Then you keep it for Mr. Zheng and return it to him when he wakes up. I'm not complaining, but there are too many injured little wizards these days. I haven't had a good night's sleep for several days - hey!" Madam Pomfrey shouted at the backs of Latarn and Dorn, "Don't you want to listen to an old woman's complaints?"

"Next time definitely!"

Latan said without turning his head. He and Dorn ran as fast as children who got pocket money from their father, hiding in a secluded corner not far from the school library along the dim corridor of the castle, and hurriedly looked at the words in his hand that were most likely written by "him" -

At this moment, the golden lion broke free from Latarn's skin, the steel-gray badger climbed onto the red lion's head, the white-beaked raven landed on Dorne's head, and the blue-green serpent coiled around the stone shoulder.

Eleven curious eyes stared at the scroll unfolded in Latan's hand. The silver-hooked and iron-painted Gogoth characters on the scroll described the entire process of transforming a mortal into a super warrior. All the materials and surgical procedures required were recorded in detail, including the terrifyingly low success rate of the transformation.

Until a single word appeared at the end of the scroll: Abandoned.

The ink is bright red, the brush strokes are heavy, and they are filled with the writer's disappointment.

"Is there something wrong with my eyes?" The venomous snake was so shocked that it couldn't close its mouth, and its transparent and slender fangs were exposed. "It seems to be written on it that it is useless--"

"I saw it!" The badger was furious, unable to hide the confusion in his tone, "This, this is impossible!"

The ravens cried mournfully: "The eagle of doom is named after me, hiding alone in the distant mountains... The dark tomb is my final destination, I accompany death as I accompany joy..."

Dorn clenched his teeth, a steel-like muscle bulged on his cheek, as if he was enduring great pain, and said nothing.

"Shut up!" the lion shouted, his stern eyes filled with concern for his brothers. "You are all over 10,000 years old, why are you crying? Magnus, what do you think about the scroll?"

Latan said with a blank expression, "This is reality."

The badger cursed in a low voice: "This old bastard..."

"What should we do?" The honest Dorn is always more concerned about solving problems.

"I don't know!" Viper said anxiously, "His wisdom is beyond our imagination."

The lion directly pulled out the sword of loyalty from the void, "Just split the scroll open and see if there is anything hidden inside."

"The mystery cannot be solved, and the ancient mystery cannot be explored." Raven pessimistically concluded, "If we talk about the mystery here, even crying blood cannot reveal it."

Looking at his brothers who were either impatient or worried, Latan slowly said, "Well, guys, is there such a possibility..."

He pulled the scroll out, revealing the words written behind the word "abandoned".

"...This thing isn't finished yet?" Latan said, looking at his brothers with his one eye as if he were looking at a group of stragglers.

It's really novel. Even through the fluff, scales and crow feathers on their faces, you can see that these guys' faces are flushed.

Dorn looked calm, but Latan could hear him digging his toes into the soles of his shoes. As if to hide his embarrassment, Panshi asked, "What's written on the back?"

Latan kept a poker face and asked calmly, "You suddenly can't read?"

Now, even Dorn looked away in embarrassment.

"Alas... sometimes I wonder if 'he' has given all your IQ to me. Now it seems that my doubts are completely unnecessary."

Latan shook his head and sighed, looking at the parchment. "What was discarded was not the cyborg with two hearts and three lungs, but an alchemical product described in the back. It's called... the blood of the sage."

Looking at the complex array diagram and alchemical reaction equation recorded on the parchment, Latan frowned first and read out the description of the Sage's Blood: "Red powdery crystals, ordinary humans will induce a strong somatic reaction if they inhale 10 micrograms, and the mortality rate is as low as 48.22%.

"Those who survive will be called 'Vodenaar'. Their physical fitness will be greatly enhanced and they will be able to control energy with their thoughts. This sage's blood sounds like..."

Dorn remembered the golden crystal that Latan asked Raven to give him yesterday, and whispered, "Source Stone."

Latan continued reading: "Each Vodenar has a different tolerance for the Sage's Blood. The highest limit is 100 micrograms, and the lowest limit is 20 micrograms.

"The blood of the sage will wipe out most of Vodenar's emotions. A few Vodenar will experience uncontrollable physical deformations. A very small number of Vodenar will have different enhancements. For example, huge strength, extraordinary speed, etc...

"Regardless of whether it is deformed or biased, even the most ordinary Vodenar who can only withstand 20 micrograms of Sage's Blood can manipulate energy to easily massacre an armored company."

Badger said: "It is easy to transform, has a low mortality rate, and is emotionally indifferent. This thing called 'Blood of the Philosopher' sounds so perfect! Why was it abandoned?"

"Because they are unstable." Latan said, "'He' needs an army that can guarantee combat effectiveness, not a group of scattered soldiers who are randomly drawn like dice. Even the relatively stable Thunder Warriors were abandoned by 'him' because of their emotional fluctuations. Don't forget, 'he' never rolls the dice."

"I foresee a 'but,'" said the Viper.

"But," Latan glared at the laughing serpent, "The scroll records how to refine the blood of the sage using the tools of my current era. 'He' will not hand over useless things to me... I want to refine the blood of the sage and use it to create an army."

"Magnus, he must have had his reasons for abandoning the Blood of the Philosopher," the lion warned, "Don't act impulsively, or you'll make the same mistake again."

"Zheng Shilong said that he wanted to refine his body, not ascend. As long as I improve the sage's blood, everyone will have the opportunity to become Wardenar—"

"Do you believe that time traveler?!" the lion said angrily.

"This is what 'he' told the time traveler. So, yes, I believe it." Latan's eyes were determined, "This scroll... 'he' has handed the dice to me, and all I have to do is roll it."

"Stupid!" The lion roared, and its claws pierced into Latan's shoulders and arms, causing blood to flow out. "Don't forget, one-eyed kid, 'he' never rolls the dice!"

Latan ignored the lion's words and asked his silent brothers: "I want to refine the blood of the sage and create Vodenar. Who is in favor and who is against it?"

"If this is what the old immortal meant, I have no objection." The badger crossed his arms, "If this is not what the old immortal meant, I will be very happy."

"I never care." Viper said with a joking smile.

"Although we can first use time travelers to conduct human experiments..." Raven said, "but I don't think the benefits of revisiting this abandoned project will outweigh the disadvantages."

"Two votes in favor, two votes against, and one abstention." Latan looked at Dorn, who had the power to make the decision, "Seventh Brother, what do you mean?"

Dorn was silent for a long time. No one could guess what was in this rock's head until he turned his eyes away from the parchment scroll in Latarn's hand and looked at the Red Lion: "Hmm."

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"Your head is bleeding." Ginny reminded, looking at the lion's tooth embedded in Latan's temple.