Silver Magic Ring.
The large metallic ring turned silently, beneath it stood seven silver-white towers, with an eighth one under construction.
Suddenly, the clouds in the sky dispersed, and a figure radiating unparalleled brilliance, like a blazing sun, stepped through the air.
Dawn?! The aura of a Dawn-level Wizard spread throughout the magical environment, causing countless ring wizards to look up in shock and awe.
Soon, within the highest silver-white tower of the Silver Magic Ring, another "blazing sun" rose, and a figure met it.
The two "blazing suns" confronted each other, briefly touching before the former departed, and the latter faded back into obscurity.
Quickly, figures flew out from the tops of the other seven towers, all heading towards the peak of the first tower.
After a brief silence, the wizards of the ring began to stir, buzzing with speculation about what major event had occurred.
In the spacious metallic-style hall, the eight ring masters of the Silver Magic Ring sat around a semicircular long table.
The first ring master sat at the head, his gaze sweeping over each person below, and he spoke calmly: "The chairman of the Thunder Council just came to inform me of two pieces of news, both related to the upcoming Southern Wizard Talent Gathering."
"The first piece of news is that the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society has reappeared. Currently confirmed, there is one level five wizard and one level four wizard. They have caused a massive disaster at the Fairy Ancient City ruins, resulting in over three thousand wizards from various Southern wizard factions perishing."
As his words fell, a wave of commotion erupted below.
The faces of the ring masters turned shocked and grave, and someone spoke in a low voice: "What does the Wizard Guild say? Do we need to go for rescue?"
"A level five wizard... even if we are willing to help, we wouldn't be of much use. This is no ordinary wizard that we can contend with. Those of us who haven't even reached level four would only become cannon fodder."
"The Ancient Witch Resurrection Society has been making continuous moves in the South; what exactly are they plotting?"
The first ring master listened to the discussions, and said lightly: "This incident is related to several wizard factions in the Central region. Psionic Dawn and the Wizard Guild have already contacted Wizard Ronan to head over; the turmoil should be quelled soon."
Upon hearing the name "Wizard Ronan," the expressions of the ring masters visibly relaxed.
He is a highly respected old wizard in the South, a seasoned powerhouse at level five. With such a figure overseeing the situation, along with the support of several medium to large wizard factions, it should be manageable.
"The main reason for gathering everyone here is for the second piece of news..."
The first ring master continued, pausing mid-sentence, his expression becoming somewhat complex.
Seeing his demeanor, the previously relaxed atmosphere turned serious again.
"Could it be that there is even worse news than the appearance of a level five wizard from the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society?"
Someone spoke helplessly.
"Not at all; this is actually good news."
The first ring master shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the seven ring masters, finally resting on a slender and beautiful figure.
Everyone's eyes unconsciously turned towards the inexplicably focal Ke Si Di, who looked up in confusion.
At this moment, the first ring master slowly spoke:
"Ronan Damien."
"A genius member from our Silver Magic Ring's seventh ring."
"In this Southern Talent Gathering, he defeated all opponents, completed the Blood Battle Ceremony of Herams, and obtained the inheritance of Herams, becoming this session's Chief Talent!"
As the first ring master's words fell.
"Buzz—"
All the ring masters present seemed to collectively suffer from a powerful soul spell attack, their bodies trembling.
Ke Si Di, who was most impacted by this news, sat frozen in place, her expression dazed, as if she couldn't process what had just happened.
Ronan Chief Talent??!
In the boundless wilderness, a figure stumbled forward.
Blood trickled down through her fingers, dripping onto the ground, leaving a broken trail of crimson.
"Whoosh—Whoosh—"
Serena's face was pale, and she staggered forward step by step.
At this moment, her breath had dwindled to an extreme, her armor long gone, her body covered in blood and dirt, her hair matted with dried sweat and blood, leaving no trace of her former nobility and composure.
She could no longer fly with the wind.
Her injuries were too severe; she could feel her life force slowly draining away.
If her captors hadn't wanted her to die so easily, she might not have escaped alive from the last battle.
Serena didn't know where to go; she was relying solely on a strong will to survive, fleeing forward.
She didn't know how long she had been running, but as her vision began to blur from blood loss, suddenly a pair of boots appeared before her.
Beautiful boots, made of an unknown material, with intricate golden patterns embroidered on the white surface, exuding an air of immense luxury.
A voice fell from above Serena's head.
"Look at you now."
"You're so disheveled, you might as well be a dog."
"I really don't want to call you that, my sister."
A hand gently descended, slowly brushing over Serena's cheek, the cold touch bringing her a sense of familiarity.
Serena struggled to open her eyes, trying to see the face of the newcomer, her lips moved, but in the next moment, she completely fainted.
The young man in a magnificent platinum robe looked down at Serena, his golden hair shining as brilliantly as hers, his features strikingly handsome, exuding an innate nobility and superiority, yet his eyes held a chilling indifference.
The young man casually raised his hand, scattering specks of white light that fell upon Serena's body.
Serena's breathing became much more even, her injuries healing rapidly, stabilizing.
At that moment, a dense dark cloud moved across the distant sky.
The young, handsome man squinted, gazing at the direction of the approaching cloud, and spoke softly: "What audacious and despicable swine dares to covet the bloodline of our Alba family?"
In the next instant, a nearly hundred-meter-wide pillar of platinum light erupted from thin air, shooting out without warning, piercing through the dark cloud in the sky. "Boom!"
"Crack!"
In the fire pit, the dried branches crackled and exploded.
Under the night wind, Ronan's eyes flickered with the flames' reflections.
He casually tugged at his robe, silently turning the wild rabbit meat roasting over the fire.
The aroma of the fat sizzling had already wafted out, but Ronan seemed oblivious, his gaze fixed on the scattered message stones at his feet.
Each Message Stone flickered with white light, appearing strangely in the night.
Many were trying to contact Ronan, but he didn't want to reply to any of them.
"At least."
"Before the turmoil of the Resurrection Society is completely quelled."
On one hand, Ronan wasn't sure if any of these people were spies from the Resurrection Society; on the other hand, until he confirmed he had escaped the threat—possibly from a level five wizard's pursuit—he felt it was better to remain alone and adrift.
Otherwise, he would be a moving "source of disaster." Among the people he knew, there was no one capable of withstanding the "pressure of a level five wizard." No matter where he hid, he wouldn't find any effective protection, only bringing disaster and death to those around him.
However, after some thought, Ronan picked up one of the Message Stones and replied to the sender.
Ancient Spirit Witch Evaque.
Evaque had warned him of the impending "disaster" during the blood battle; it was highly unlikely he would get involved with the Resurrection Society. The key was that Evaque had mentioned he could resolve Ronan's soul issues.
The "Hekalto," which had revived by seizing the Ice Crystal Demon Serpent, now hung over Ronan like a sword of Damocles, ready to fall and behead him at any moment.
Ronan had to do everything possible to strengthen himself before this crisis descended, and reaching level four Dawn was a significant hurdle he had to face.
"If I don't resolve the issue of my soul's entanglement, I won't have any chance of advancing to Dawn."
"Whoosh—"
Ronan exhaled lightly, seeing that Evaque quickly replied to his message.
She said nothing more, only informing him of a location and notifying him to meet there in a few days.
Ronan put away the Message Stone, picked up the roasted rabbit meat, and began to tear it apart, eating while checking his character panel.
[Name: Ronan Damien]
[Age: 21]
[Talent: Ice Attribute Affinity, Immaculate Body (Active), Lake of No Thoughts (Active), Lake of Extreme Boiling (Active), Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline (6%)]
[Strength: Level Three Official Wizard (47%)]
[Skills:]
In this competition for the title of Herams' genius, his Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline concentration had increased from one percent to six percent.
The increase in soul power was the most significant; the benefits from merely raising his soul power allowed his strength to leap from late level two to mid-level three, saving him countless hours of arduous training.
"Unfortunately, without the Ice Crystal Demon Serpent, the original bloodline purification plan can no longer proceed."
This point didn't significantly impact Ronan.
Bloodline purification didn't necessarily require the Ice Crystal Demon Serpent.
He had always followed the steps of purifying the Ice Crystal Demon Serpent's bloodline first and then transplanting it, mainly worried that mixing it with other chaotic bloodlines in his body would diminish the purification effect.
Now that the Ice Crystal Demon Serpent was gone, he could only attempt to purify his bloodline directly using the Holy Blood Tree.
A six percent concentration of Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline was a bit low, and the risks in various aspects had increased significantly, but if he purified enough times and got lucky, he might still be able to purify a bloodline even older than "Ancient Frost Hydra."
This was one of the methods he could think of to increase his chances of breaking through this deadlock.
"And then..."
Ronan slowly stuffed a piece of fragrant rabbit meat into his mouth, his gaze flickering, and then he took out an exquisitely beautiful crystalline arm ring from his space ring.
This arm ring was made of an unknown material, resembling crystal yet also like jade, but when struck, it produced a metallic sound.
Inside the arm ring seemed to hide an entire starry sky, vast and deep. The light from the fire pit reflected on its surface, all absorbed without emitting any luster.
Ronan's mental power slowly seeped in, and the inside of the arm ring appeared even more like a "starry sky."
Vast and boundless, the hazy starlight scattered in the void.
Each twinkling star was a rune.
At the center of this vast starry rune sky, there was a core as brilliant as a planet—a complex rune that radiated light, releasing boundless wisdom.
"Law Master."
Ronan's eyes were distant, as if losing focus, murmuring softly.
He couldn't imagine how vast and profound Herams' knowledge truly was; his inheritance seemed to be intricately interpreting the concept of "law."
He had seen the "Schbiert Alchemist's" Golden Country, and to him, Herams' Law Master inheritance was no less than the "Golden Country."
Perhaps the inheritance of the "Golden Country" he had encountered was still too shallow; on certain levels, he even felt that the "Law Master" inheritance was even more magnificent!
Yes.
Magnificent!
Ronan could only think of this word to describe it.
When facing the pressure of a level five wizard from the Resurrection Society, Ronan exerted all his strength to slightly pry the most core rune within the arm ring.
And it was this leak of profundity that allowed his [Energy Missile - Particle Torrent] to directly evolve into "Forbidden Magic Domain"—[Taboo. Black Hole] without the enhancement of [Multiple Mirror Image]! Of course, now that the energy accumulated in the arm ring had been exhausted, it was no longer possible for Ronan to replicate the glory of that spell.
"But if I can comprehend this rune, no, even just a tenth or even a hundredth of it would suffice."
"This is a rune a hundred times more suitable for me than [Multiple Mirror Image]!"
Or rather, the inheritance of Herams' Law Master was inherently suitable for the vast majority of wizards.
"This is a true figure that can stand shoulder to shoulder with ancient wizards!"
Ronan exhaled lightly, putting away the arm ring, expressing heartfelt admiration.
In this competition, he had gained a lot.
Besides these most important gains, there were also some rewards from the battles, such as the ancient cowbell obtained after killing "Bones' Death Knell" Mafulin.
It contained a powerful spell inheritance.
Ronan increasingly felt the urgency of time; he was unwilling to waste even a second.
Just as Ronan was about to take out Mafulin's cowbell to study it, a flash of light suddenly caught his attention
above.
He instinctively looked up.
In the night sky, a flame was rapidly streaking across.
It looked like a red meteor.
Gradually.
Ronan's expression changed slightly.
He realized that the meteor seemed to be heading straight for him!
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