Eternity Starts From His Seed

Chapter 82: Formation Task

Bubai cautiously pushed open the creaky door of the small workshop, its hinges squealing in protest as if they were reluctant to allow entry.

As the rhythmic tapping of tools against metal echoed in his ears, he stepped inside and a warm glow enveloped him, emanating from the multitude of lanterns that hung on the walls.

Some were crafted with stained glass, casting vibrant array of colors on the aesthetically appealing, white jade surfaces. Others were made of brass and copper, reflecting the flickering flames within.

The workshop felt like a treasure trove of ornamental artifacts – abnormally out-of-place in an immortal cultivation world. Had Bubai not known better, he would have thought he transmigrated to a bygone era.

At a cluttered worktable in the corner, an old man hunched over his craft, surrounded by tools and scraps of metal, his hands moving with the practiced precision of a seasoned artisan.

The details from the task sheet surfaced in Bubai's mind.

"Complete basic light node. Commissioner: Shen Fu. Payment: 10 contribution points per completed product."

This should be the task commissioner.

The old man didn't look up, absorbed in his work as if oblivious to the Bubai's presence. So, Bubai waited patiently.

As he stood in silence, his gaze wandered across the wall of lanterns.

Among the various designs, one particular lantern soon caught his eye – its white jade frame crafted with an ornate flame design, and a reddish glass pane that altered the light radiating from the core within. It was the style of the Sun Furnace Sect's lanterns.

Yet, this particular lantern was just one among many. He certainly didn't recall seeing similar lanterns being used elsewhere, even in the Cloud Sword Sect territories.

So, Bubai couldn't fathom the purpose behind the myriad others, each with its own distinct designs.

"Fascinating, isn't it?"

Bubai's attention was drawn towards the voice.

The old man had finally looked up from his work. With a wispy beard framing his weathered face, a glint of wisdom sparkled in his eyes as he stared at the lanterns with a thoughtful expression, "Light, a gift of the world. It's filled with mysteries yet to be understood till this day..."

"Mankind could only harness it through their rudimentary methods... until lanterns came along."

Setting down the trinket in his hand, the old man gestured toward the multitude of lanterns, "These lanterns are not just about providing light. Each design has its own tale, its own purpose."

He pointed towards a lantern with delicate floral patterns and continued, "This one, for instance, was commissioned by the sect to commemorate a joyous occasion. The flowers symbolize the blooming happiness of the saintess's ascent."

Pointing to another lantern carved with a humanoid figure embraced by star symbols, he explained, "And this one? Crafted for a group of star-crossed lovers from the South who sought enlightenment under the stars. It's a guiding light for those who seek love and companions..."

The old man then pointed towards the sect's lantern and grinned knowingly. "And, the lantern of the sect is a different beast altogether. It's not just about illumination. It's a symbol of unity, a beacon that connects the sect's members with lost lambs every night. The light within represents the collective spirit. The flame, each member's burning passion toward cultivation."

The old priest looked toward him with an amicable smile. "You see, young one, light serves different purposes for different people. These lanterns are not just objects. They are reflections of the human experience, capturing moments, emotions, and aspirations. So..."