Was something off?
Ronan leaned back, his thoughts drifting once more.
Come to think of it, the Lan Mountain Battleship had also been a crucial turning point. There, the Container Format of Ronan's "My Heart is a Prison" first took shape, and he used it to draw his first Psychic Map, pulling out the Burning Demon Shadow that had infiltrated his Form and Spirit Framework.
Oh, Ronan later named the Burning Demon Shadow "Demon Rune."
This bizarre creation classified as a "Darkside Species" had escaped after a Quantum Corporation experiment failed. It had turned Xia City upside down back then, and it had also shoved Ronan straight into the circles of the Inner World.
Nearly a year had passed, and Ronan had gradually connected several key links in the incident, shedding his initial bewilderment. He knew that behind it all was Apocalypse Laboratory's "excavation" mission.
Just a few days ago, he had learned that the Justice Cult had also been involved.
It could basically be confirmed that this had been an exploratory operation targeting a "New Plane." As for whether those in charge had a more specific target in mind, that still required further observation.
Returning to Ronan's side of things, "My Heart is a Prison" had reflected Demon Rune and drawn out key elements such as the Dark Heavy Chains. That was precisely where Ronan's cultivation began its meteoric rise.
A meteoric rise!
At that moment, Jerry's long tail slapped against the stairs. It scampered over in a few quick bounds, then launched itself forward and crashed into Ronan's arms—the present must have fit a situation it was familiar with particularly well. Ignoring its slightly damp fur, it wriggled around in Ronan's embrace, adjusted its position, and aimed its eyeballs at the inner side of the curved tree wall,