Chapter 368 Ancient Winter Coffin, Eternal Burial
Every mirror represents everyone who is working towards the highest palace of alchemy.
Some of them lived thousands of years ago, and some are still alive today.
This place transcends time and is a space where magic and time collide.
The supreme palace of alchemy.
The magic stone that the alchemist pursues all his life is just a gateway to this place.
This is the door to things.
Also known as the Gate of Truth.
Follow the first principle of alchemy, exchange of equal value.
What you pay for, you will get.
The eternal life you pursue may not be worth mentioning here.
The emotion you hate may be extremely precious.
The world's greatest alchemist is the administrator here.
What he represents is a kind of recognition, but also a kind of respect.
He is the governor of Beauxbatons, the greatest alchemist in history, a husband, and a teacher.
"Son, I thought it might take a little longer to see you."
That old, trembling old man has lived in the world for more than 600 years.
What he has seen and owned is an astronomical number.
When he was young, he was already the owner of the Magic Stone.
He is recognized as the greatest alchemist in the world.
He had the Philosopher's Stone that the Dark Lord longed to pursue, but he would destroy it in exchange for death.
What he is proud of is not the illusory glory.
But he had a great disciple who was willing to love and respect him.
Witch King.
The Witch King's teacher and the greatest alchemist, Nico Flamel.
An old man respected and admired by Monomonomon.
John saw the old man again. He touched his heart with his right hand and said with respect: "I am very happy to see you again, teacher."
"Child," Nico Flamel was very pleased. He looked at John's still young face, "I think you must have experienced a lot."
"I thought the teacher would see me in the mirror."
"Children also need their own privacy when they grow up."
Only Nico Flamel would call the Witch King a child.
John's heart felt warm. The reason why he respected this teacher was not only because of alchemy, but also because of the teacher's character.
In John's opinion, Dumbledore, the greatest wizard praised by the world, was far less calm than his teacher.
He is truly flawless.
Dedicated and devoted love.
Give back to the school’s generosity.
Destroy the freedom of the magic stone.
No one has contributed valuable knowledge and wealth to the wizarding world like him.
Nico Flamel pointed to the burning tree and said: "My child, you came for that tree."
"It's been here long enough." John shook his head and said, "Maybe it's time to leave."
Nico Flamel worried: "That is a very dangerous thing, maybe you are not ready yet."
"Don't worry, teacher." John smiled confidently, "Because I am very strong."
Nico Flamel was stunned. He saw the high-spirited young man in his student.
He should have been the proudest person, and he had become mature due to his experiences, so that he seemed to be very scheming in the eyes of his elders.
But now, the smile on that child's face unconsciously infected Nico Flamel.
The old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will always have a backing."
John smiled gratefully.
He pushed open the door, paused, turned his head and asked, "Teacher, is death really liberation?"
Nico Flamel said with a straight face: "Of course not. If you are tired, you can find someone who can be with you instead of saying such things."
John was stunned. It seemed that his teacher had misunderstood something.
But that’s not a bad answer either.
John smiled, "I will, teacher."
He walked through the door.
The old woman was coming with baked biscuits, and as soon as she saw John entering, she complained about Nico Flamel.
"Why don't you let the kid stay a little longer?"
"what?"
Nico Flamel had not thought about this problem.
It seems that even the greatest alchemist is confused sometimes.
Entering through that door, John saw three doors.
A gold door, a silver door, and a white door.
White represents life and death, gold represents the past and future, and silver represents creation.
The Gate of Things follows the principle of equivalent exchange.
Even the taboo of time is just a bargaining chip.
John walked to the door of creation and he raised his hand.
The right hand continuously draws energy from the dark dimension.
Dormammu, who had just left the world, discovered that the dark dimension was like a gate being opened, continuously extracting energy.
Even he, the lord of the dimension, couldn't stop it because he signed a contract.
The energy gathered in John's hand and soon turned into a small black ball without any luster.
Even the light passing through it will be distorted, this thing is like a black hole.
John felt it was almost done and stopped pumping.
"Use dark energy in exchange for the Ice Box."
If it were a completely docile Ice Box, this might not be enough.
But if it is an uncontrolled ice box, then the Gate of Things will agree.
The silver door was opened.
Countless dark arms stretched out from inside.
They climbed greedily onto John's arms.
The rich and dark black jade has the energy to swallow and destroy, but it cannot leave these arms.
John's expression remained unchanged, and his arms were wrapped in black.
Then the black arm pulled back, and the thing in John's hand disappeared.
Light burst out from the silver door.
The door opens.
The blue ice box exploded with cold currents.
It was a torrent that could freeze time.
Frost formed on John's body.
Golden scales wrapped around the body, shattering the ice.
John turned his hands over, and a larger ice box appeared from his hands.
The existence of two ice boxes induce each other.
Their cold currents changed directions, attracting each other and pulling them closer to each other.
Under John's gaze, the two ice boxes collided, squeezing and merging with each other.
A ball of blue light floated in the air.
This scene also made Monomonomon see a black hand stretching out, seemingly full of unwillingness.
John glanced at it and said: "Equivalent exchange, once the transaction is concluded, it cannot be changed."
Having said that, the originally 'worthless' Ice Box was transformed into the Ancient Winter Coffin.
Even the black hands inside the Gate of Things are moved, which shows the value of this thing.
John doesn't care about black hands.
The two treasures merged and an astonishing cold wave erupted.
A box of ice requires oak trees and eternal fire to burn day and night to withstand it.
The current one is the real ancient winter coffin.
Do not bury mortals, let alone gods.
Buried in the ancient winter coffin is a universe.
Everything is lonely and the nine kingdoms are in depression.
This is the ancient winter coffin.
The mark on John's heart responded.
That was the delaying strategy that the teacher thought of for him after he failed to deal with the Ice Box.
It was also because of this that Loki believed that he held the core of the Ice Box.
Now, this mark becomes an opportunity to recognize the owner.
John stretched out his hands and smoothly caught the falling ancient winter coffin.
Treasures that don't seem to be much different contain exponentially more chills.
If it breaks out, it will be a disaster for the nine countries.
"Your attributes match those of the Era of Cold Wolf and Snow."
John touched the ancient winter coffin with his fingers and said, "Perhaps, you will be the key to defeating the white wolf who also buried everything in the snow."
Nico Flamel, who was outside, saw that the withered fire tree became brilliant.
This is a magical tree born from Merlin's oak staff and the Witch King's eternal fire.
Its exuberance means that its students have accomplished everything.
The student who almost died has now become great and able to handle everything.
Nico Flamel was delighted.
That is a student who can make everyone proud.
Likewise, his wife was equally happy.
This loving couple relies on each other, admiring the seeds emitted by the fire tree, blossoming and bearing fruit in this desolate world.
Pieces of beautiful scenery like a dreamland appear in this world.
This is a gift from a student to a teacher.
John put away the ancient winter coffin, walked out of the silver door and stepped into the golden door.
Before leaving, he looked at the wooden door.
I hope the old man will like the gift he gave me.
Merlin's Utopia, so the greatest alchemist should also have an Utopia of their own.
"Where is my ideal hometown?"
John pushed open the golden door.
It was as if nothing had happened.
The space-time crack caused by the collision disappeared. John opened his eyes and had returned to the Magic Tower.
Riddle flew in and flew around John, seemingly checking to see if John was okay.
John smiled and touched Riddle's chin.
"Where's Basil?"
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