Ultraman Blazar Interstellar Journey

My Secret Is Done

As they pressed onward, the path ahead illuminated Fu Xuan's masterful plan, a plan woven with threads of necessity that intertwined their fates. Caelus, March 7th & Welt Yang were crucial, for the complex tapestry of alliances, motivations, and strategies unfurled before them, necessitating their unique abilities to traverse its intricate landscape.

Marching in the footsteps of Fu Xuan were Caelus, Tingyun, March 7th, and Welt Yang, each bearing their own skills and strengths. Fu Xuan's voice cut through the air as she began to share a tale of history and transformation. "After receiving the Ambrosial Arbor," her words were steeped in knowledge, "the Alchemy Commission was once the Luofu's most vital commission."

Fu Xuan wove a narrative of the Alchemy Commission's past achievements. "After all," she continued, her voice carrying the weight of centuries, "it was they who changed the Xianzhou alliance natives into long-life species." The incredible evolution was paired with technological advancements borne from the Arbor's essence.

Yet, a shadow fell over the narrative. "But in the end," Fu Xuan's tone grew somber, "the alchemists grew discontented and began to obsess over the manipulation of life." The Arbor's allure had poisoned their minds, their pursuit of it an insatiable desire that festered.

Her voice dipped into contemplation as she recited an enigmatic phrase. "Morning bells chime in a dream, evening mist gathers around me..." Fu Xuan's voice painted a dream-like picture, laden with symbolism.

Tingyun's voice joined the conversation, her wonder at the towering crucibles evident. "What huge elixir crucibles," she marveled, her words holding a sense of awe. Fu Xuan swiftly clarified the purpose of these imposing structures.

With authority, Fu Xuan shed light on the purpose of the crucibles. "This is where the alchemists practiced the way of immortality in ancient times," she explained. The crucibles stood as conduits, channeling the Arbor's power, their purpose to turn dreams into tangible reality.

The reality, however, was a treacherous one. "An elegant name, but as far as the art of war is concerned, it's a deathtrap," Fu Xuan's voice brimmed with warning. The perpetual smoke that enveloped the mansion was an impregnable barrier, preventing any advance.

Welt's voice cut through the conversation, linking the past to the present. "This is why the Cloud Knights lost control and became mara-struck?" he questioned, piecing together the puzzle. Fu Xuan's affirmation marked another layer of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus' sinister strategy.

The complexity of the situation began to unravel. "Indeed," Fu Xuan's voice held a note of certainty, "The Disciples of Sanctus Medicus infused the smoke that permeates this delve with medicinal pellets that elicit mara." The weaponized smoke was a force to be reckoned with, driving even the Cloud Knights to disarray.

Welt's deduction marked the birth of a strategy, a counter-move that could turn the tide. "The Cloud Knights' first assault was just a cover," he surmised, his voice sharpened by realization. "You're using the main army to attract the enemy's attention, while we douse the elixir crucibles and stop the smoke."

Fu Xuan's analysis pointed to the Disciples' overconfidence and their focus on the Cloud Knights. "The Disciples of Sanctus Medicus renounced their century of secrecy," she intoned, "meaning they feel confident of victory... but no matter how well-prepared they may be, their focus has always been the Cloud Knights."

Doubt crept into Caelus' voice, leading to a crucial question. "This smoke can't affect us?" he asked, seeking reassurance. Fu Xuan's reply held an unwavering conviction, revealing the specificity of the smoke's target. "Indeed. This demonic vapor is a weapon targeted against the Cloud Knights."