Potential to Advance to the Seventh Ring, the True Tower

Ronan looked up at the tower.

From his vantage point, he couldn't see the spire of the Silver White High Tower, only the square, monumental body stretching almost infinitely upwards. The densely packed runes engraved on it glowed faintly. Illuminated by the sunlight, the upper part of the tower was dazzlingly bright, like a gigantic, luminous longsword silently piercing the bright sky. "Seventh Magic Ring Ring Master."

Ronan slowly withdrew his gaze from the sky, recalling Benego's brief description of the Ring Master—"Half of his body stepped out of the mist, reaching out to touch the dawn."

According to the ancient traditions of the Wizard World, levels one to three are called the Mist, while levels four to six are called the Dawn.

It means to break through the fog and welcome the dawn.

According to Bennigo, the Seventh Ring Master should be at the pinnacle of Third Level Wizard, but has not yet fully entered Level 4.

However, Bennigo has been out of touch with the world for a long time, so the information is outdated and some of his statements may not be accurate.

But whether it's the peak of the third-level mist or the Level Four Dawn, both are unattainable for Ronan now, and he has to look up to them.

Standing at the base of the tower, he naturally began to speculate and fantasize about the Seventh Ring Master who was currently at the top—was the other person male or female? Tall or short, fat or thin? Cold or gentle in personality? It would be a lie to say that he wasn't nervous at all. Although Ronan was most likely preparing to receive an "award," he still had the feeling of being notified to go to the dean's office in his previous life.

Taking a deep breath, Ronan was preparing to take the first step.

"Etc!"

A bright voice suddenly rang in his ears.

Ronan turned his head and saw a tall, thin young man in Gray Magic Robe walking quickly toward him.

"You don't want any of these anymore, right?"

The young man quickly walked up to Ronan and pointed to the ground at his feet, where strands of his freshly cut hair lay scattered.

Ronan then realized that he had been so focused on meeting the Seventh Magic Ring Ring Master that he had forgotten to cast a Fireball at his feet.

"I'll clean it right away."

"Oh no, I mean you can give it to me if you don't want it."

The young man smiled at Ronan, then his eyes lit up as he squatted down and quickly picked up the stray hairs on the ground, not letting a single one go.

"You probably don't know how many people in the tower are interested in your bloodline right now. This hair is probably more precious and sought-after than a third-tier magic potion."

When the young man squatted down, Ronan saw that his red hair was interspersed with a few bright yellow tufts, as if it had been specially highlighted with special dye.

"Do you mind? I should be able to exchange them for a lot of good things, and of course you'll get a share."

The young man picked up Ronan's stray hairs and asked him earnestly. He wasn't exactly handsome; his nose was a bit big, but his dark eyes were quite clear [Shine], giving him a sense of quick thinking and vitality.

After a moment's thought, Ronan quickly accepted the other party's proposal.

Only he himself knew the true reason for his White-Haired Giant Demon form, which was not due to any ancient bloodline at all.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he may indeed possess some ancient bloodline power.

If these people can figure it out, it will be a good thing for him, as it will help him to use the power of the Saint Blood Tree in the future.

"Thank you, my name is Porby."

The big-nosed youth exhaled, tucked Ronan's stray hairs behind his ear, and pointed to the entrance of the Silver Tower, looking at him.

Are you going in? Together?

The interior of the Silver Tower is a vast and independent space, but unlike any other Secret Realm Space Ronan has ever entered, it is vertical.

A gray-white staircase extends from the entrance, spiraling upwards.

Countless books floated densely around the steps, like loosely and randomly stacked cylindrical walls, with a beam of bright white light hanging down from the top, illuminating the entire upward path.

Soft light [Penetration] the floating, open pages of the book, casting a faint halo around the edges. Looking up, the whole scene appears both mysterious and dreamlike, captivating and enchanting.

Knowledge and light intertwine, inspiring everyone who enters to yearn to explore the unknown realm.

Ronan stood on the bottom step, watching everything in silence, lost in thought.

He had imagined the tower to be metallic, solemn, cold, and perhaps even oppressive. But the scene he was seeing was completely different from what he had envisioned.

"Let's go, Damien."

Young Porby stood a few steps higher than Ronan and greeted him like a friend, his voice full of cheerful enthusiasm, "You still have a lot to see..."

Ronan's heart was also stirred, and he couldn't wait to take a step forward.

"Buzz—"

With each step, a slight energy fluctuation emanated from the soles of the feet.

Ronan was surprised to find that he was creating one pale blue, transparent ripple after another beneath his feet.

His mental energy became lively and joyful like never before. If he were to meditate in this state, "Wait."

Ronan suddenly realized that this might be the so-called Rune Array that aids meditation.

He could hardly feel any difference outside the tower, but now that he was inside, he noticed the effect.

If one can stay in such an environment to meditate and cultivate oneself, over the years, one's spiritual strength will indeed grow far beyond that of others.

"Is this the legendary tower?"

Ronan murmured softly.

"It may not be legendary, but it is indeed Wisdom Tower..."

Porby him and walked upstairs with a smile.

Ronan stepped onto the ascending stairs, each step creating ripples of pale blue light. The books suspended in the air around the stairs gathered towards him like playful birds, swaying gently in the dangling light and tiny dust particles.

Ronan reached out and gently turned the pages of the books, looking at the words on the title pages: "The Elemental Power," "Wizardry in Dreams," "The Secret Guide of Wubulhasim Aldini," and "The Art of Runes." He felt an indescribable peace and joy.

Suddenly, Ronan spotted a pair of green eyes, full of curiosity and a thirst for exploration, staring intently at him through the gaps between several books.

He paused for a moment, then gently pushed aside the books obstructing his view, only to see a witch with long flaxen hair laughing and running away quickly not far from the steps.

Was she looking at me just now?

Ronan watched the witch's departing figure, lost in thought.

He quickly took two steps up and discovered that behind the densely packed books around the steps were layers of circular platforms.

The outermost ring of these platforms is an open corridor, while the inner side is divided into many sections, with some wizards moving around on the platforms.

More than one wizard dressed in Arcane Circle robe was staring at Ronan, their eyes filled with a strange and delighted look.

Forgive them, you old folks.

Porby whispered to Ronan, "It's been a long time since a completely new person has entered the Tower."

"And you're a newly promoted Sixth Ring. I remember when Clemens first came in, he was also stared at like a monkey for a long time."

As Ronan listened to the young man Porby's account, he noticed that the mental energy fluctuations emanating from these wizards were very strong, at least at level two, or even higher.

Without exception, everyone bears some trace of their journey through the river of time.

He recalled the "one hundred-year-old soul age" rule that Bennigo had told him. He figured these were probably former geniuses of the Arcane Circle who, after their soul age exceeded one hundred, retreated to the tower and devoted themselves to a life of meditation and research.

"If you don't like it, try this."

Porby handed Ronan a ring engraved with the shape of a feather, from which faint, mysterious runes emanated.

"It can temporarily shield you from the halo you come with, allowing you to return to the natural state of interacting with others that you desire. Did you ever spend time alone in an abandoned, dusty attic when you were little? Sunlight streamed through the skylight, dust motes danced in the light, the air was stuffy and pungent, but exceptionally peaceful, undisturbed by anyone—it was entirely your own world."

Ronan gently turned the feather ring that Porby had given him, and a strange energy wave emanated from the ring, gently enveloping him.

In an instant, the gazes that had been fixed on him receded like a tide, leaving only a few strands of spiritual energy. Following the direction from which the spiritual energy had been directed, one could see several aged figures half-hidden in the shadows. They were very powerful and belonged to the third level.

It seems that the ring's magical effects have certain limitations, but it certainly made things much easier for Ronan.

"Thanks."

Ronan handed the ring back to Porby, but Polby pushed it away.

"Keep it. You'll need it a lot after you leave... It's just a small item enchanted with a simple second-tier illusion spell. I gave one to Clemens when he came in last time."

"Illusion magic..."

Ronan gently stroked the patterns on the feather ring, his eyes flickering slightly.

Porby's words revealed that his encounter with Ronan at the tower entrance was not purely coincidental; he seemed to be working as a "newcomer guide" or something similar inside the tower.

Ronan could not sense his specific level of spiritual cultivation.

"Those level three old guys are the ones who most want to study your bloodline."

Porby closer to Ronan and whispered, "Never do business with them privately, they'll drive down your value... Give it to me, I'll help you sell... I mean, get a good price."

After saying that, Porby took two steps up, facing his surroundings, his lips moving rapidly as if he were talking to someone.

A moment later, the residual spiritual energy belonging to the Third Level Wizard on Ronan also faded away, and Ronan returned to his initial carefree state of "being ignored".

Porby also had a similar tendency to talk incessantly to Biondini. He walked ahead of Ronan, leading the way while chattering on and on.

"The Seventh Magic Ring hasn't produced a genius at the Sixth Ring level for a very long time."

"You are the first in recent decades, and then Clemens."

"You and Clemens are different in one way: everyone believes you have the potential to advance to the seventh ring."

"The Seventh Ring. There has never been a Seventh Ring Saint Child- level wizarding genius in the Seventh Magic Ring."

Ronan followed the spiral staircase of books upwards, and before he knew it, he was close to the beam of light overhead.

"Thud—"

He gently stepped onto the last step, and what came into view was a huge space shaped like a pyramid.

All four sides are made of transparent crystal windows, some of which are open, allowing the wind from the top of the tower to whistle in from outside.

"This way."

Porby called to him softly and strode quickly toward a huge, semi-open room.

Ronan followed and saw countless books neatly piled on three sides of the room, with some crystals scattered on the wooden floor.

A person sat with their back to a long table that combined a magic experiment table and a desk. Beside them sat a beautiful teapot with a brass spout, two silver teacups, and a silver staff inlaid with bright yellow gemstones, constantly emitting powerful runic fluctuations that made Ronan's heart pound.

The figure with his back to him had long, jet-black hair, slightly wavy, that reached all the way to the floor, with a hairband loosely tied around it, inlaid with tiny gemstones.

She wore a robe made of smooth silk, embroidered with intricate and exquisite gold patterns. The cuffs of the robe were adorned with tiny gemstones and a border of beautiful white lace.

This is a woman.

The Seventh Magic Ring Ring Master is a female wizard.

Even with her back to Ronan, Ronan could feel the natural elegance and nobility emanating from her.

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he stopped a few steps away from entering the room. Wizarding books occasionally flew overhead like birds, landing and rising quickly again... She seemed to be busy with something, and disturbing her at this time would be very impolite.

The young man leading the way Porby, winked at Ronan, then suddenly took a few quick steps forward and leaped upwards.

Then, it transformed into a brightly feathered Colorful Conch Parrot and gracefully landed on a silver bird perch in the corner of the room. It made strange and playful sounds, repeatedly saying, "He's here! He's here! Ronan Damien, the future hope of the Seventh Magic Ring... He's here!"

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Porby's series of amazing moves left Ronan both shocked and speechless.

He then realized why he couldn't detect Porby's spiritual cultivation level; it turned out that Porby wasn't human at all, but a parrot.

And the fact that he could speak and converse with him so fluently before... was it the effect of illusion magic? Ronan wasn't sure, but after being Porby, his slightly tense mood relaxed considerably.

"Alright Porby, I got it."

The witch at the long table let out a pleasant sound tinged with helplessness. She flicked her finger and tossed a glittering magic stone to the Colorful Conch Parrot on the silver shelf, which swallowed it with remarkable agility.

"Thank you for leading the way, Porby."

The parrot flapped its wings merrily, "Praise be to the eternally youthful Kosti!"

The woman shook her head helplessly, then slowly turned to Ronan.

Ronan squinted, as if a strong yet incredibly gentle light was shining before him.

He had never felt such a vast and boundless spiritual power before, as if endless starlight gently enveloped him.

He finally saw the woman's face clearly.

Her skin was as white and bright as snow under the moonlight, her features were delicate and beautiful, and her calm and reassuring temperament was similar to his imagination. She looked exactly like a powerful and noble witch.

The latter's blue-purple eyes fell on Ronan, and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

The first thing she said to Ronan was, "I'm really worried that you'll end up like Bennigo."

"Well?.."