Shattered and Reforged, Stepping Through the First Page of Legend-I Lost

"Garbi, how's your research on the Tri-Directional Mirror purification array going? Any breakthroughs?"

Near the Silver White High Tower, in the void, stood an old wizard with a white beard, wearing a pointed wizard's hat and a magnificent robe.

Several figures were vaguely visible around him, their exact forms unclear, like blurry projections of light. They were talking in hushed tones.

"There are still several key parts of the runes that are incomplete, and I have far too little relevant knowledge to refer to..."

"After the Ancient Wizard Force, the Mirror Garden, withdrew, they left behind no systematic legacy. All research on spatial and mirror-based magic relied entirely on the analysis and reverse deduction of runes by later generations; there was no other way to explain it."

Someone gently comforted him, "It'll be soon. Once the core area of Mirror Garden is fully opened, some new runes and magical items will inevitably be released. Your problem should be solved then."

The white-bearded old wizard known as Garbi shook his head. "That's true, but how many valuable things can we actually get our hands on?"

"Then let's just wait for the opportunity to exchange."

A hoarse, indistinguishable male or female voice whispered something, seemingly bypassing the others present and talking privately with the old wizard Garbi.

The wizard Garbi's eyes flickered, and his lips moved rapidly and slightly. "Buzz—"

An incredibly strong energy fluctuation came from a nearby direction, but as it reached the group, it immediately dissipated into a slight breeze.

The wizard Garbi's conversation abruptly stopped, and everyone's attention returned to the battle itself.

Several Third Level Wizard looked up and clearly saw the entire process of countless Azure Qi Flow condensing into a giant hand of runic light.

Amidst the rapidly fluctuating Magic Domain Resonance in the air, and the swirling, whale-like wind-elemental energy particles converging towards a single point, someone uttered a soft voice of admiration. "Clemens, I still remember how awkward and nervous he was when he first entered the tower. Unbeknownst to me, he has grown to this level."

"The [Aionilo's Hand]... the wizarding book that records the legends and information about the Wind-Eating Monster Aionilo, was one I lent to Clemens, wasn't it? Tsk tsk, I didn't expect him to actually comprehend it successfully."

"Level 2 late stage, plus One Segment Magic Domain Resonance. Clemens is already qualified to embrace the Sixth Ring."

"Garbi, have you mentioned this to the Ring Master?"

A blurry figure looked at the old wizard, who simply replied, "The Ring Lord is watching right now; I have no need to say more."

The figure speaking made a shrug.

Several Third Level Wizard, including Garbi, watched the ever-changing energy fluctuations in the distance as if admiring a flawless, exquisite oil painting.

They watched the ever-solidifying, flowing rune-like hand, occasionally uttering words of praise or commentary, much like a group of leisurely nobles watching a tea party performance.

Suddenly, someone clicked their tongue softly, and then everyone's gaze, which had been focused on Clemens, the giant hand controlling the flowing runes, naturally shifted downwards and fell on a thin, helpless figure, as if he could be torn to shreds at any moment by the terrifying energy turbulence raging around him.

"The poor child seems to have been completely terrified by Clemens's magic."

"Judging from his performance in previous battles, he shouldn't be intimidated. Perhaps his overconfidence, which had reached its peak, was severely shaken..."

"In this battle, his only value to Clemens was the ability to One Segment Magic Domain Resonance."

Clemens's aggressive behavior aroused his resentment, but he could do nothing to resist except prevent Clemens from achieving his goals.

A blurry figure sighed softly, "I know these exceptionally talented youngsters too well. Their pride won't allow them to accept any form of insult. Even if his talent Clemens', the only difference is a bit more time to accumulate experience..."

That's not the point. The point is...

Someone turned their gaze to the old wizard Garbi, who had remained silent, and couldn't help but mutter, "In this situation, as the person in charge of this competition selection, shouldn't Garbi do something?"

Garbi was already whispering something to someone.

Below, a Silver Giant Bat reluctantly flapped its wings, but hesitated to move forward.

The old wizard Garbi shook his head and gently raised the metal staff in his hand. Just as a slight energy fluctuation emanated from the tip of his staff, it suddenly...

"Boom!"

A massive explosion, far exceeding any previous one, rang out.

An unprecedented energy shockwave surged forth like a landslide and a tsunami, breaking through the stable domain field of the area where they were located. The calm was shattered, and a gale instantly blew up the robes of all the Third Level Wizard Garbi's movement of raising his staff came to an abrupt halt in mid-air. He and the other Third Level Wizard subconsciously looked ahead in unison.

They waited until their eyes and mental energy caught the sudden change that had occurred in the battle.

The expressions on the faces of these Third Level Wizards, who had been exuding a relaxed and carefree air, all Stasis.

His pupils contracted little by little, as if he were seeing something extremely unbelievable.

After a deathly silence that felt as long as a century and as short as half a breath, slightly distorted sounds of astonishment slowly rose from the room.

"This... this is the Ancient Wizard Bloodline?!"

This kid... actually possesses the power of some ancient bloodline!

It was as if a towering, majestic mountain had suddenly and silently collapsed before our eyes, shattering into countless tiny specks of dust.

Just when your awe and reverence for something reaches its peak, it is ruthlessly shattered and utterly obliterated.

The shock and impact of that process would be enough to make anyone's mind stop and their heart halt.

This was the feeling of most of the Arcane Circle wizards who were watching this battle.

They watched as Clemens, like a king ruling the sky, summoned a terrifying giant hand of runic energy that blotted out the sky after One Segment Magic Domain Resonance.

The overwhelming wind-elemental energy particles, like a barrier, enveloped the entire space with a rich Extraordinary Magic Domain.

Bearing the terrifying power of the sky's majesty, the force to tear and crush everything, some even couldn't help but bow down in worship. However...

All of this was shattered in a sudden, unexpected moment.

All anyone could barely see was a ball of light, intense and dazzling, unstoppable, like a white sun rising from the earth's core.

Nothing could stop the rise of this ball of light. It [Penetration] straight through the palm of Aionilo's giant, flowing hand, which was covered with runes and intertwined with countless mysterious magical energy, and continued upward.

"Click-clack—"

The enormous runic hand resembled a beautiful crystal artifact struck in the palm by an arrow, and countless spiderweb-like cracks rapidly appeared on its radiant surface.

The white light burst through the giant hand's obstruction, piercing the entire runic giant hand through it. "Boom!"

The giant hand of runic energy that had been obscuring the Sky Dome shattered with a deafening roar, instantly transforming into countless streaks of light that spread outwards in all directions.

"Whoosh—"

An unprecedented gale swept across the entire Fighting Square, leaving only a hazy blue expanse between heaven and earth. The light of countless Rune Array flickered erratically, as if an energy disaster had just erupted. A spell that One Segment Magic Domain Resonance was directly shattered.

How could One Segment Magic Domain Resonance be defeated in such a way?

The many Arcane Circle wizards around the arena looked dazed, staring blankly at the chaotic and spectacular scene of energy dissipation before them, as if they had just experienced a dream and had not yet escaped from it.

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Clemens was among those who were momentarily Stasis.

This seemingly eternally composed and peaceful first young wizard of the Seventh Magic Ring, stared blankly as he subconsciously reached out a hand, making a grabbing motion.

It seemed as if it wanted to grasp something, or tear away the illusion obscuring its view.

However, the scene before him remained unchanged; his magic had indeed collapsed, leaving only emptiness and reality.

"Hiss—whoosh—"

A long, heavy breathing sound rang out from the center of the energy collapse, breaking the momentary silence in the arena.

Everyone instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came, only to see a humanoid white ball of light.

Upon seeing the specific scene within the ball of light, everyone felt as if their hearts were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, giving rise to a strong sense of oppression and suffocation.

——

The towering human figure, nearly three meters tall, possessed muscles that resembled gnarled, swollen old tree roots, exaggerating to the point of being terrifyingly strong, yet still exhibiting a different kind of proportionate and slender form.

This terrifying humanoid figure had its head slightly lowered, its body wreathed in countless tiny, lightning-like white lights, and its waist-length hair cascaded down to its waist, dancing silently and rhythmically with its breathing.

As the figure slowly raised its head, a pale and ferocious face covered in bulging veins was revealed. Coldness and violence flashed in its pure white eyes, and a trace of ancient aura flowed out. At this moment, the many Arcane Circle wizards seemed to see the White-Haired Giant Demon from ancient legends, who roamed between mountains and plains, had a human form, and fed on the flesh and blood of countless powerful magical beasts, step out of the pages of legend and truly descend before their eyes.

"It's even more powerful than I expected."

Ronan hovered in mid-air, looking at his hands, which had become grotesque claws with protruding knuckles, and murmured something under his breath.

"It's been much more painful and complicated than I expected."

[[Immaculate Body]] After the Vitality Orb was compressed to a certain extreme and then released, the "high concentration" of life force energy that burst out in one breath instantly exceeded the limits of his original body.

His original body was directly shattered, yet it was rapidly reshaped under an indescribable surge of vitality, only to be shattered and reshaped again, until it could fully withstand this terrifying power.

If it was as if a giant dragon was sealed within Ronan's body, then now, that dragon has been completely unsealed.

The "dragon's" power is evenly distributed throughout every corner of his body. Even the slightest movement can unleash all of his power, unleashing terrifying might that he never dared to imagine before.

"Using a dragon as a metaphor isn't quite appropriate... My current form is more similar to the legendary Ancient Giant Demon, so let's just name this form the Ancient Giant Demon Form, or simply Monster Transformation."

Ronan's vocal cords seemed to have been remodeled, producing a hoarse, low voice with a strange, buzzing tone, like thunder rolling through dark clouds, filled with a powerful, awe-inspiring demonic quality.

"Life is slipping away rapidly... I need to hurry..."

Ronan quietly looked up, his pure white eyes locking onto Clemens not far away.

With his exceptional visual perception, he clearly captured the moment when Clemens' body trembled slightly beneath his robes as they made eye contact.

Ronan chuckled silently.

I just find it strangely amusing that Clemens had always been so composed and aloof, is behaving this way.

But to Clemens and the others, his expression—the corners of his mouth turned up to his ears, revealing two rows of dense, pale white teeth—was indescribably sinister and terrifying.

Was it a signal sent by Ancient Giant Demon as it began its hunt? Many people's hearts skipped a beat.

"Whoosh—"

A sudden sound of something being torn apart at an extremely high speed rang out.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the sky, only to see the terrifying and ferocious figure in their vision gradually fade away, shattering silently like a reflection on water.

It was just an afterimage! "Bang!"

At the same time, a loud explosion rang out from the other side, accompanied by a muffled groan.

Countless gazes turned to him, only to see Clemens, who hadn't retreated an inch since the start of the battle, now flying backward like lightning.

He recited spell syllables rapidly, continuously summoning one powerful second-tier spell after another.

As soon as the spells were channeled, and the energy fluctuations were barely released, before the spells were fully formed, they were brutally pierced and shattered by an incredibly thick and ferocious arm.

A huge, terrifying figure closely followed Clemens's retreating steps. The spells Clemens summoned were as fragile as paper in its hands, easily torn apart one by one.

Long white hair danced behind the figure like a cloak or banner, countless white lightning bolts leaping and flowing across its strands. The turbulent energy and residual power released after the spells collapsed and exploded struck the figure's massive, muscular body, producing a series of crackling sounds. Clemens retreated faster and faster, chanting incantations at an increasingly rapid pace, but his face grew paler and paler, looking increasingly ghastly. The distance between him and the terrifying troll humanoid was constantly closing, as if a vast, dense shadow was sweeping towards him madly, obscuring the sky and the sun, and no matter how many methods he used, they could not stir up the slightest ripple.

The intense, suffocating feeling of being overwhelmed by wave after wave!

Finally.

"Bang!"

A blinding light burst forth from Clemens, causing the Arcane Circle wizards watching below to instinctively squint.

When the light faded, their expressions froze—

Clemens stopped and hovered silently in mid-air. His spiritual power, belonging to the late-stage level two wizard, emitted an unparalleled, invisible radiance, like three suns overlapping each other.

However.

These three suns are now being held tightly in one hand, and even the most intense and scorching light can only seep through the gaps between the person's fingers.

Clemens stood there expressionless.

But from his slightly tense body and the beads of sweat slowly trickling down his forehead and temples, it was clear that his mood was far from as calm as it appeared.

Clemens's lapis lazuli-like eyes reflected a strange, enormous hand, as big as his head, with protruding knuckles and fingertips Keen Edge as knives.

At this moment, the large hand hovered in front of his neck and face.

Countless lightning-shaped white lights danced and leaped between the five fingers of the large hand, emanating a terrifying aura that seemed to be right at hand.

With just a little force from that big hand, Clemens' head would be crushed like a watermelon.

"I lost."

Clemens took a deep breath and spoke softly.

The brilliance in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his head slowly lowered.

The White-Haired Giant Demon that loomed before him like a thick shadow merely smiled.

Then he shook his head and slowly backed away.