Sixth Ring, Coronation, Heaven's Chosen, Shock

The White-Haired Giant Demon, standing over two meters tall and nearly three meters, retreated, its strong and imposing figure shrinking rapidly like a deflated balloon as it went backward.

The grotesque expression on his face, with its prominent veins, gradually faded, and his sharp, dense teeth returned to their normal shape. A handsome, pale young man reappeared.

Long, white hair, fluttering wildly in the wind, covered the boy's body. The boy "laboriously" pulled a brand-new robe from the white hair and put it on, but his body continued to fall uncontrollably.

As he fell, the boy faced Clemens, extending a slender, pale arm, a faint blue light shining in his eyes as he lightly traced a line with his fingers.

Countless rich and mysterious auras leaked out from the ethereal traces left by that finger.

"Call--"

Vast, boundless free energy particles converge, and a mysterious river of seven colors is born from nothingness, flowing serenely.

However, it did not attack Clemens or anyone else besides Clemens.

The Seven-Colored River flowed silently, circled Clemens once, and then continued to rush into the sky, disappearing into nothingness. "What you want to see... One Segment Magic Domain Resonance."

The boy's weary voice rang in Clemens' ears. Clemens stared blankly in the direction where the seven-colored energy river had disappeared, his eyes darting around, lost in thought.

After finishing the last thing he needed to do, the boy finally couldn't hold on any longer and put his hand down "exhaustedly".

Close your eyes and let the earth's gravity pull you down.

He doesn't want to use any strength or mental energy at all right now.

Anyway, you won't die from the fall, so just lie down for a while.

"It's over."

The wind whistled past Ronan's ears, whipping his disheveled white hair against his cheeks.

Ronan closed his eyes, calmly awaiting the moment he would crash to the ground.

It's over.

For him, this combat trial was now completely over.

He defeated everyone he wanted to defeat and achieved every goal he wanted to achieve.

He's so tired.

All he wants to do right now is get some sleep.

"Bang"

With a soft thud, Ronan quietly opened his eyes.

He was surprised to find that he had not fallen onto solid ground, but was instead lifted up by a force and landed on a wide, fairly soft cushion.

"You're really something, kid! You even defeated Clemens! Ancient Wizard Bloodline, late-stage level one, such a feat is unprecedented, unbelievable! You're so outstanding that even I can't help but be jealous."

The guy carrying him, as he flew about, kept spouting all sorts of nonsensical exclamations and praises.

Ronan couldn't help but interrupt.

"Shut up, Biondini! You're as noisy as a menopausal female fly!"

"Well"

The Silver Giant Bat stopped speaking abruptly and shut its mouth in a muffled voice.

Ronan had just enjoyed a moment of peace when he suddenly felt Biondini stop the car in a certain spot.

Ronan propped himself up on the back of the giant bat in Biondini, his expression slightly taken aback.

He was shocked to find himself in an extremely high place.

He surpasses everyone else.

He stood up from Biondini's back and looked down. He could see Clemens, Lanny, Nono Perin, and even Travis, as well as the other Arcane Circle wizards, a level three white-bearded wizard holding a metal staff, and several Third Level Wizard standing next to the white-bearded old wizard, their faces still showing astonishment and strangeness.

Ronan saw everyone, every opponent he had defeated.

Everyone was watching him too.

Every face tilted upwards was filled with too many complex expressions that were hard to describe.

We reached the summit!

Ronan murmured, as the Nightmare Tungsten Steel on his right arm flowed like water into his hand, transforming into a longsword shrouded in Black Mist.

Ronan looked at the Nightmare Longsword in his hand and recalled the scene when he first obtained it and held it in his hands.

He remembered telling Bennigo that the sword would shine even brighter in his hands.

I guess I've succeeded now.

Ronan subconsciously looked towards the direction of the Bennigo Secret Realm Space.

Just then, he heard Biondini beneath him speak in a muffled voice, "Kid, don't think I'm being long-winded. The Ring Lord will personally crown you, and later he'll probably use a third-tier Projection Spell to project you onto the screen so that those members who aren't present can remember and admire you. You'd better tidy yourself up first."

Ronan couldn't hear anything Biondini rambled on about afterward.

He could feel a vast and gentle spiritual force emanating from the Silver White High Tower above him, gently enveloping him like soft water.

Strange energy fluctuations arose, and milky-white light spots emerged, surging towards Ronan like swallows returning to their nests.

As the light spots merged in, Ronan's mental fatigue was quickly soothed, and even the severely depleted Vitality Orb was replenished.

Just as Ronan was surprised, "ding—"

A unique, clear, resonant sound emanated from the depths of his mind.

Ronan noticed that the ball of water in his mind, representing his spiritual cultivation, had grown significantly stronger. The last bit of deficiency had been made up, giving him a feeling of complete perfection and reaching a certain extreme.

I opened the Character Panel and saw that, sure enough, the progress of the First Level Wizard's Strength Progress, which was originally 99%, had now become 100%.

Perhaps due to the effect of these strange lights, or perhaps due to the catalysis of a series of intense battles, at this moment, he finally stood on the final threshold between First Level Wizard and a second-level wizard, ready to break through to the second level at any time.

Just as Ronan was overjoyed, he suddenly noticed that the milky white light had disappeared, replaced by countless dazzling golden light.

He blinked and tried to touch the golden specks with his hand. The golden specks passed through his fingertips without leaving any effect, but simply danced and swirled around him. In just a short while, countless golden specks gathered around Ronan's body.

At the same time, strong magical fluctuations emanated from below.

A huge beam of projection light fell on Ronan, and the next moment, the image of a fair-skinned, handsome young man with white hair and blue eyes was projected directly into the sky, outside the Rune Array.

Surrounded by countless golden lights, the young man was incomparably handsome, exuding an indescribable nobility and composure.

The golden light gathered around him, condensing into patterns of golden rings.

One... two, three, a total of six golden rings appeared, then overlapped, and finally shrank, transforming into a Sixth Ring pattern, which was gently imprinted on the projection boy's brow, adding a touch of mysterious nobility to him.

At this moment, it seemed as if all the light in the world was gathered on the handsome young man. The light he radiated even dimmed the Light of Runes on the Silver White High Tower. Facing the projection image that was exactly like himself, he experienced the so-called "coronation" ceremony.

Ronan, standing on Biondini's back, silently complained to himself.

"How extravagant!"

"How embarrassing!"

"Damn it, you swindler!!"

On a faintly glowing runic hot air balloon high in the sky, near the inner Rune Array of the Seventh Magic Ring.

Alida, holding a small parasol with transparent lace trim, pouted and gritted her teeth as she cursed the magic item merchant who had tricked her into paying for a week's worth of hot air balloon rental in one go.

"They said there would definitely be a chance to see it this time, and that the energy shield on the Rune Array used to block the view would become thinner day by day, but instead I've been stuck here in the sun for three or four days!"

"How could the energy of the magic array possibly weaken? Unless the array stops operating, the [Protection] shield can't possibly become transparent. Anyone with even a little basic knowledge of magic knows that. Haven't you noticed that in the past few days, it's just the two of us left here...?"

Jacob explained in a low voice, but Alida grabbed his arm and started biting it like a puppy.

"What's the point of saying this now? Why didn't you remind me sooner? Do you know how many magic stones I spent renting the hot air balloon these past few days... cough cough"

"I told you so! You just wouldn't listen. Hey, Alida, be gentle!"

Just as the two were playfully fighting, suddenly, a strong beam of magical light pierced through the thick, crystal-like Rune Array barrier in front of them and shot into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and slender humanoid projection appeared.

"Jacob, you're really going to die!"

Alida, who was gnawing on Jacob's arm, suddenly froze when she saw the magical projection in the sky so close to her.

She blankly released Jacob's arm, gazing at the sky, not even noticing the thin line of saliva that stretched between her mouth and Jacob's arm.

Alida's entire attention was focused on the magical projection surrounded by countless golden lights.

After staring at it for a while, Alida blinked, turned to Jacob beside her, pointed to the sky, and asked, "Jacob, look at that person... doesn't he look like Lord Ronan?"

Jacob was also stunned, looking dazed and shaking his head in a daze.

"I... don't know either."

Inside a small tavern on the outskirts of the Seven Ring City.

Quidi, with his red hair, sat lazily in an oak bar stool, tapping his fingers on the table as he urged, "How's it going, buddy? Not done yet?"

"Etc."

A blond, blue-eyed young wizard sitting opposite him kept fiddling with a delicate, square-shaped silver box in his hand, and frowned, saying, "Strange, we were supposed to transmit the battle projection over."

I was still able to receive it a couple of days ago.

Is it because the second round of the competition has started, Arcane Circle no longer allows the private use of spells to photograph the battle process? I've already given them all my magic stones..."

"Forget it. It wasted half my day."

Seeing that the blond wizard had been fiddling with things for a long time without making any progress, Quidi shook his head, stood up from his chair, and yawned.

"You've probably been fooled again by the same group of people who rented out Magic Airship at the entrance of the magic circle on the first day of the competition. The projections they showed you were probably from the last selection. There's really nothing to see there."

"We can't even get into the Arcane Circle, let alone the geniuses Arcane Circle. They're even further away from us."

As Red-Haired Quidi spoke, he prepared to walk out of the tavern.

Just then, the tavern door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

"Bang!"

A tall, thin man burst in, his face flushed with excitement and his expression strange. He pressed against the wooden door of the tavern, pointing outside and repeatedly shouting, "Outside! Come out and look outside!"

A slight commotion arose in the tavern, and many wizards stood up and headed towards the door.

Curious, Quidi and the blond wizard who was with him followed. As soon as they stepped out of the tavern, they found the street outside filled with people.

Everyone looked up at the same direction of the sky, occasionally letting out a gasp of amazement.

The wizards, including Quidi, who had just received the news and came out of the tavern, looked up in the direction the crowd was looking and saw that the inner ring of the Seventh Magic Ring, which had been silent for several days, now had a huge and dazzling human figure projected onto the Rune Array.

A blue-eyed boy with white hair was surrounded by countless golden lights. He was handsome, tall, mysterious and noble. The words "Heaven's Chosen" seemed to be perfectly embodied in him.

Jealousy, envy, amazement, indifference—various reactions emerged from this group of wandering wizards. Some had fanatical eyes, some had endless longing on their faces, and some glanced at the person before turning back to their tavern as if it were none of their business. Only Quidi, standing in the crowd, trembled violently after seeing the person projected by the spell, as if he had been struck by [Electric-Type Spell]. He stood motionless, and his face gradually revealed an expression of extreme disbelief and shock.

Hey buddy

Several breaths passed before Quidi seemed to gradually calm down. He pointed blankly at the projection in the sky and whispered to the person next to him, "I said, this is my friend. He used to sit and drink with me all the time, believe it or not?"

The blond wizard beside him glanced at Quidi with disdain and sneered, "Come on, Quidi, this joke isn't funny at all."

Your friend? He's a genius with Sixth Ring status! Sixth Ring!!

"Yes, the Sixth Ring."

Quidi gazed at the sky, his eyes unfocused, and muttered to himself, "How many years has it been since the Seventh Magic Ring produced Sixth Ring? What kind of people was I even associated with back then?"

As he muttered to himself, Quidi suddenly reverted to his usual carefree self, slapping the blond wizard on the shoulder and laughing, "I thought I could fool you!"

"Even the most ignorant apprentice wouldn't believe what you're saying."

"Let's have a drink, it's on me. Consider it a celebration for an old friend!"

The two turned around and walked back into the tavern.

The process of Ronan being crowned with the Sixth Ring was projected through magic and displayed in its entirety above the vast Seven Ring City.

Like a hurricane sweeping across the entire Seven Ring City, including the wizards, apprentices, and ordinary people living on the outskirts of the Seven Ring City, as well as the many floating islands surrounding the Silver White High Tower Ronan Damien's name is remembered by many today.

As his reputation as a genius spread with his achievements, causing a series of shocks, Ronan was standing at the foot of the Silver White High Tower, carefully tidying his appearance as he entered the tower.

The Nightmare Tungsten Steel transformed into silver scissors, swiftly slicing off his long white hair that almost reached his ankles.

The strands of hair fell all over the gray stone slabs, each one snow-white and crystalline, just like the silk spun by a first-tier magical beast, the Moonlight Spider.

After the trimming was completed, Ronan used his mental power to manipulate the free-floating ice-type energy particles in the air, condensing them into a mirror made of ice in front of him.

The boy in the mirror wore an exquisite silver-white robe with the Sixth Ring of the oracle. He was tall and slender, with handsome features, azure eyes, and moderate white hair.

Young, energetic, calm and poised.

His matches were all over, but the trials and selections for the others continued.

Ronan was about to ascend the tower to meet its master— the Seventh Magic Ring Ring Master.