The black gas vanished, and the soul with Voldemort's face returned to its crown.

Sellers knew that his plan had succeeded, and that he had almost deceived Voldemort himself. Of course, it's actually very easy, after all, his existence always means that he is a Horcrux himself.

No matter how cautious Voldemort was, he probably couldn't have imagined that his Horcruxes would be taken away.

As for Cyrus, he could have avoided such trouble, but he wasn't going to use such a good thing as a crown just once. With Voldemort, it is natural to be cautious. At least while the crown is still on his head, he has to be "Riddle".

Fortunately, Tom Riddle's Occlumency was still very powerful, and even Dumbledore didn't see through his mind back then. Cyrus has absorbed all of Riddle's magical knowledge, and naturally he will not slack off on such useful magic as Occlumency.

Sellers didn't go anywhere, but opened the Book of Jewish Abraham on the spot.

It is a bronze book with only twenty-one pages in total, with a page number every seven pages, and the page number is also "seven". In alchemy, three and seven are very special numbers.

Among them, three may represent the "triple greatness", that is, the retelling of the great three times.

"Maybe that means that an element needs to be sublimated three times."

There is no doubt that this element is mercury, also known as mercury.

But this alone was obviously not enough, Cyrus had previously tried to reach the perfect world with three pillars, ten primordial substances, four worlds, and twenty-two paths, but in the end he failed.

"What's missing?"

"And it's a very crucial point!"

He looked at the pictures imprinted on the books, two intertwined snakes, one being devoured by the other, which represented the fusion of matter; the second, the serpent crucified; The third is a group of snakes gushing out of a spring in the desert......

What exactly does a snake mean?

Is it mystery, is it taboo, or is it immortality itself?

The fading snake skin symbolizes the decaying body, and is there a new life born from it?

This constant alternation, over and over again, in order to attain eternal life. It's like a basilisk that has existed for nearly a thousand years, but it's still far from death.

Maybe I should add something snake-related to my potion, like the basilisk's snake molt?

On the road to the secret room, there is a huge basilisk's snake molt, the basilisk itself is a product of magic, its snake molt also has a lot of effects, extremely strong magic resistance can be used to make armor, but the most important thing is that the snake molt has always had a symbol of immortality and rebirth, what if the snake molt of the basilisk is added in the process of making the philosopher's stone?

"Join the snake molt? Do you really think that this will be the only magic stone that can be refined? The soul in the crown scoffed, "I don't even know when you were so naïve. If I hadn't seen you made, I'd have wondered if you were me. ”

"What do you mean?" Cyrus asked in a deep voice.

Voldemort wasn't actually suspicious, though, he just thought it was a little funny.

To interpret the content of those pictures as a snake is simply insulting the prestige of the Dark Lord.

Or is it because he was too young when he made the Horcrux of the diary, so the other party's soul was too naïve?

"What do you mean by asking me? The serpents devouring each other, the serpents crucified, the man who raised an axe and slashed at Hermes's feet, the chalice that carried countless blood, the slaughtered baby ......"

Voldemort recounted the bloody scene word for word, especially the last one, where a king with a broadsword was ordering his soldiers to kill many infants, and the mothers of the babies were kneeling before them and pleading, beside which there were containers resembling buckets and cauldrons, in which the blood of the babies was collected, and the sun and moon bathed in the blood.

"Tell me! If you want eternal life, what is the cost? ”

"What is there on the scales of life that can be measured?"

Voldemort's voice was like that of the terrifying ghost king of hell, interrogating the soul of Cyrus at the deepest.

As if he was holding a hammer, he drove the sharpest nails into places that Cyrus had never dared to look at before, and blood was dripping with blood.

And there is only one answer -

"Only life!"

The price of life can only be life.

This is actually something that Sellers has long understood. If he wants to be resurrected, he must absorb the life force of a person, and only when the life of the person possessed by him is completely drained can he have the ability to influence reality.

In fact, the same is true for the production of Horcruxes.

Kill an innocent soul and forge a Horcrux.

This is the real equivalent exchange. If alchemy is a scale, then if "life" is placed at one end of the scale, the other must also be measured by "life".

Voldemort was already familiar with this. To make Horcruxes, he killed too many people.

"Life is an exchange, and it has been like this since ancient times, eagles kill rabbits, snakes hunt mice, and tigers hunt cattle and sheep...... You can only live if someone else dies! ”

But for Cyrus, he tried his best to avoid killing any innocent life in his resurrection, so he asked another way to try to reproduce the Philosopher's Stone, but the more he studied, the more he realized that life as a price could not be missed.

If that's the case, then everything he's doing loses its meaning, and he's subconsciously reluctant to think about it.

However, Voldemort eventually ruthlessly pierced the window paper.

At the same time, it also allows Sellers to see the real truth directly.

Magic itself is a kind of spiritual power, and sometimes you don't care about spells, you don't care about wands, you don't care about tedious rituals, you just need the desire of the heart.

On the other hand, if even you are deceiving yourself, how can you succeed in refining the Philosopher's Stone?

"If you want to refine the Philosopher's Stone, you must use the blood of something to pour it, otherwise you will never succeed."

"But Nicol Lemay, do you really think he's a man who can do such a bloody thing?" Sellers asked rhetorically.

"The people of his time—" Voldemort just snorted, apparently not understanding all the "goodness" in this world. I am afraid that he will think that all kindness and justice are false, and the truth hidden under lies and deception will always be bloody!

Voldemort's views are naturally paranoid, but that also means he's not entirely wrong.

Yes!

Nicol Lemay lived for more than 600 years, and who knows what his time was like?

The more time advances, the more bloody and brutal civilization becomes, even in the wizarding world. Six hundred years ago, even black magic seemed to people at that time to be just ordinary magic.

What's more, judging from the fact that Nicol has not been able to reproduce the Philosopher's Stone for so many years, perhaps this exchange of lives is something he himself has not noticed.

"You think so?" Voldemort asked rhetorically.

"I prefer that he knows, but when it tries again, it loses the prophesied revelation."

Voldemort didn't think Nicol Lemay was a naïve man, how could an alchemist not notice such an obvious equivalent exchange? Besides, it takes more than a little blood to refine the Philosopher's Stone.

It is rumored that at some point, Nicol Lemay hunted a large number of dark wizards, but it is not known whether this is true or not.

But if it's true, then it's likely that he's preparing for refining the Philosopher's Stone.

"The Jewish Book of Abraham once revealed some of its secrets to Nicol Lemay, but after Nicol succeeded in refining the Philosopher's Stone, the revelation disappeared."

"If so, how do we find this revelation?"

"Find? No! By the time the book reaches you, the revelation will be complete! The soul in the crown said.