The Scenery You Once Saw, Ancient Battle Method Wizard, Entering the [Space] Garden Again

"Sit down, Ronan, relax. I'm not going to eat you."

The beautiful witch casually tapped the air in front of her, and a faint energy fluctuation rippled out. Immediately, a magnificent high-backed chair "grew" out from under Ronan.

It looked like it was made of mud and sand, but Ronan found it surprisingly comfortable and soft when he sat on it.

Earth-type wizard?

Ronan secretly guessed that this level of subtle control over earth magic was something he had never seen before in his life.

Almost completely emerging from the mist, or perhaps already a wizard who has emerged from the mist. Truly powerful.

"Thank you, Ring Master."

Ronan sat down in the chair with a slight sense of restraint. He looked down on the crowd on the Fighting Arena. Even though he was only a Level 1 wizard, he dared to fight against many Level 2 wizards, and even top Level 2 wizards like Clemens. His demeanor was unparalleled.

But Ronan is essentially someone who knows how to keep his sharp edge hidden. He knows how he got to where he is now step by step. He is a "genius" who achieved success later in life. He has his own pride, but he doesn't have the arrogance of a typical wizarding genius.

He didn't think he had anything to be proud of. All his strength was earned little by little by gritting his teeth and enduring countless pains.

"Just call me Kosti."

The beautiful witch gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and shook her head, saying, "The title of Ring Master makes me feel old... In fact, I haven't been the Seventh Magic Ring Ring Master for very long."

"She seems really easy to talk to..." A thought flashed through Ronan's mind. He composed himself, thought for a moment, and said, "Lady Kosti just mentioned Bennigo."

"Yes, I've seen that kid Bennigo."

Kosti said softly, "I have personally met with every genius above the third Third Ring in the Seventh Magic Ring. Every one of them has been here and sat in the seat you are sitting in now. Bennigo is the one I remember most vividly."

To call Bennigo a child, how could someone his age still claim to be young? Ronan silently scoffed at Bennigo was in his forties or fifties. After officially stepping into the Mist, a wizard's lifespan would greatly increase with each step he took, a gift brought about by the growth of his Soul Power.

Therefore, many wizards cannot be judged from their appearance alone to know how long they have actually lived in this world. Only the occasional sense of vicissitude in their eyes can give an estimate of their age, which is a trace of time that cannot be concealed.

However, Kosti may not actually be that old, because her eyes are exceptionally clear.

"... I know something about your relationship with Bennigo. You two are indeed very similar; your soul aptitude is average, and you're walking the same path."

"What path did Bennigo take?"

Ronan blinked.

"Didn't he tell you? Oh."

Kosti gently raised her finger, and the teapot on the long table behind her automatically filled two teacups with tea, one of which flew towards Ronan.

"Perhaps he himself doesn't even know."

Try it, I added some very special Awakening Flower leaves to it."

Ronan took the teacup and took a sip. The moment the tea entered his mouth, it felt like he had swallowed a thousand mints in one go. The cool, refreshing sensation rushed to the top of his head. After his brain was forced to surf the Ice Sea, he felt exceptionally comfortable.

"Ha"

Ronan couldn't help but let out a soft exhale.

"It's pretty good, isn't it? It's also good for meditation..."

Kosti seemed pleased with his reaction after drinking the tea, and then returned to the original topic, "Bennigo follows a path similar to that of Ancient Battle Method Wizard, using constant battles to push his potential and cleanse his soul."

"The path of the Ancient Battle Method Wizard?"

This was the first time Ronan had heard of this poem.

"Right.

The high-frequency collisions between spells and spell domains can promote the generation of wisdom and spirituality, and can cleanse the soul, washing away impurities. This is a very niche and demanding method for improving soul aptitude. However, it requires a high level of potential from the wizard and carries significant risks.

Kosti's expression was serious, and with a hint of regret, she said in a low voice, "Bennigo's potential is simply not enough to support him to continue down this path, but he has reasons not to turn back. After his potential is exhausted, his soul automatically opens a gap, and what burns afterward is all his Soul Power. Have you ever seen a moth flying into a flame? In the instant it throws itself into the flame, it bursts forth with a light brighter than the flame itself, and after that, all that's left is pain. Bennigo is that moth."

Ronan stared blankly.

He now finally understood why Bennigo, despite having a lower soul aptitude than himself, could still advance so rapidly, becoming the fastest genius to reach the Third Ring, and even getting infinitely close to the Fifth Ring.

It's likely that his powerful belief, which is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, had long ago seared a hole in his soul.

So now you're in a state of spiritual decay. "It seems you also unintentionally embarked on this path," Kosti continued.

But you have excellent control over the intensity of combat, and the potential within your body far surpasses his. Your soul aptitude is a thorn in your path, but Bennigo can cut through it; the future may be a precipice, but for you, it will be a smooth road.

"Is there a way to resolve Bennigo's situation?"

Ronan suddenly asked.

"Unfortunately, no."

Kosti shook her head and said, "Even precious magical potions that can replenish Soul Power can only alleviate and prolong the decline of his soul; they cannot completely cure it..."

Ronan fell silent, but Kosti's gentle gaze fell on him, her words filled with praise and encouragement.

"Ronan, I have high expectations for you."

"... Just continue to grow at your current pace."

An overly comfortable environment is not conducive to your future development, so even if you advance to the Sixth Ring now, there are some resources I cannot provide you all at once..."

As she spoke, Kosti took out several items from under her robes, manipulated energy particles to condense them into transparent bubbles, and presented the items to Ronan one by one.

Ronan looked at the "gift" that Kosti had given him with some surprise.

A silver-white ring, with faint spatial energy fluctuations on it.

A piece of flowing gray metal.

There is also a blue bracelet with a beautiful pattern.

"A ring is a higher-level spatial storage item than Storage Waist Pouch. Although it's only a second-tier item, it has much more space than a typical second-tier Storage Waist Pouch and is much more convenient."

"The quality of Neiman Alloy is no worse than the Nightmare Tungsten Steel you are currently using, and may even be better."

However, its advantages lie in its flexibility and defensive capabilities. Since your combat system includes a melee style, it should suit you.

"The last one, the 'Frostburn' bracelet, is a high-grade Tier 2 ice-type magic item; it might be useful to you."

With a hint of helplessness, Kosti said to Ronan, "You're still only at level one. Even if I wanted to give you a lot of things, you wouldn't be able to use them."

"Kosti, Lady Costie."

Ronan accepted the three items and sincerely thanked them; he was already surprised and happy to receive something.

Looking back on his journey, he had risked his life to obtain every resource. Even after entering the Arcane Circle, his access was immediately "frozen." He had never experienced the joy of "getting something for free" before.

"... Besides these, you can use all kinds of potions and magic stone resources at will; you just need to make a simple application. Oh, by the way."

Kosti's face suddenly showed a strange expression. She said to Ronan, "Before you leave, leave some of your blood. I'll study your bloodline and see if I can find a better way to help you tap into the power of your bloodline. Damien, I suddenly realized that the biggest difference between you and Bennigo is that you have the support of an ancient bloodline while he doesn't. This is the source of your endless potential and the treasure within your body."

Following that, Kosti talked to Ronan about his upcoming promotion to level two and the crystallization of his mental energy.

As for his future daily practice, it was suggested that he move directly into the tower, which would help with meditation and also facilitate his accumulation of knowledge. In reality, a long yet seemingly short time passed, and Ronan and Kosti's conversation finally came to an end.

Throughout the entire process, Ronan had a rather peculiar feeling about Kosti.

Perhaps it is true, as she said, that she had only recently taken over as the Seventh Magic Ring Ring Master.

Ronan could sense that Kosti was really trying hard to play the role of "Ring Lord," constantly oscillating between maintaining her dignity and showing friendliness.

Ronan felt as if he, as a student, was facing a substitute teacher who was just learning how to be a good homeroom teacher.

However, it must be said that regardless of whether Kosti was a qualified "Ring Lord", as a powerful wizard of level three or above, her guidance and help to Ronan were still immense.

She personally cleared away some of the fog surrounding Ronan's future, setting up signposts at specific locations, waiting for Ronan to reach those places and make his own choices.

Ronan stood up from the high-backed chair, not in a hurry to leave, but looked around and gazed into the distance through the crystal windows on all four sides.

The openness and tranquility of the place made him linger.

Ronan suddenly remembered that he hadn't Bennigo a brief update on the situation since the fight ended.

He may have his own channels for obtaining information, but as a long-time "comrade," it seems necessary to say hello.

How should I put it?

That is a problem.

Ronan thought to himself.

Send Bennigo a "Done" message? Get what done? What's the difference between saying that and not saying anything at all?

"I defeated Travis, Lanny Clemens, and Lanny, and advanced to the Sixth Ring..."

Would this news give him a huge shock, accelerating the collapse of his soul? Ronan stared at the four huge crystal floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him, watching the faintly flickering Light of Runes on them, and suddenly, he had a great idea.

He remembered that Kosti had said that Bennigo had also been here before.

Micro Secret Realm Space.

Bennigo stood beside the ice coffin surrounded by countless Rune Array, silently smoking his pipe, but not a single wisp of smoke escaped his lips, as if deep in thought.

He would occasionally raise his head and glance in a certain direction, his eyes flashing with a hint of worry.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Bennigo's expression shifted slightly, and he quickly pulled out a faintly glowing Communication Stone from his waist storage space.

He looked at the Communication Stone in his hand, his eyes flashing, and took a deep breath before slowly tapping it.

In an instant, countless beams of light flowed from the Communication Stone, creating a lifelike scene before Bennigo's eyes.

Bennigo was stunned; he hadn't expected this to be the content of a spell projection.

The scene unfolds slowly before your eyes, presented from a first-person perspective.

It was as if someone was atop an extremely tall building, forcefully pushing open a crystal window in front of them with a "whoosh—"

A strong wind rushed in, making the sound of the robes and hair blowing.

As the viewpoint continues to shift, a vast and expansive sky unfolds before your eyes.

The clouds drift across the azure sky, and several Silver White High Tower seem within reach, along with an exceptionally large rotating ring atop each tower.

At this moment, a bright and cheerful young voice came from the screen.

The voice shouted at Bennigo.

"Bennigo, do you see this? This is the scenery you've seen before."

Bennigo stood there, staring blankly at the scene before him, his lips trembling slightly, his eyes flashing with light that would then fade away.

After a long while, the light from the magical projection in front of them completely dimmed.

In the vast and silent Secret Realm Space, Bennigo's deep voice, filled with many indescribable emotions, echoed.

"That Fiona kid... actually made it to the top."

A peaceful and serene garden.

Golden sunlight bathed the vibrant meadow.

There was no sound; the silence was tinged with an eerie atmosphere.

Suddenly, a young boy appeared in the area.

With white hair and blue eyes, beneath Gray Magic Robe embroidered with exquisite silver patterns, lies a tall and slender figure that cannot be concealed, exuding a mysterious, elegant, noble, and composed aura.

The boy stood quietly at the edge of the garden, surveying his surroundings as if admiring something.

After finishing his visit, the boy stepped lightly into the garden, strolled on the lush green grass, and walked straight toward a white table and wicker chair not far away.

Midway through, the boy seemed to bump into something.

"Click—"

His strolling figure suddenly disappeared, only to reappear in another part of the garden.

At the same time, from among the countless lavender and geranium bushes on the left side of the garden, a transparent, distorted humanoid figure let out a silent whistle and rushed out quickly.

The boy's expression remained unchanged, and his steps continued with composure.

His eyes were fixed on his predetermined goal, and he kept moving closer to it, only to be repeatedly struck by the invisible Rune Array in the air and teleported away.

But no matter where he was teleported to in the garden, he would calmly adjust his direction immediately and continue forward.

The transparent, distorted humanoid figure was also constantly changing its position, rushing towards the location where the boy's figure appeared time and time again.

It left clear and terrifying transparent trails in the garden, its speed increasing and its distance from the boy's teleportation landing point getting closer and closer.

"Buzz—"

After countless teleportations, the boy suddenly appeared in front of the white table and rattan chair, less than two meters away from them.

At the same time, the transparent, distorted humanoid figure, whose speed had soared to its limit and which had almost become a blurry shadow, finally caught up with the boy and crashed straight into his vest.

The boy gazed intently at the items on the white table nearby.

Then, he suddenly turned around.

The transparent, twisted humanoid figure, which had been facing away from the attacker, suddenly turned to face him.

He took a breath, and the air around him seemed to collapse inwards suddenly, the golden sunlight distorting slightly. The next moment...

"Click-clack-clack—"

A series of cracking sounds emanated from the boy's body.

His originally slender and well-proportioned body suddenly swelled up, his height increased, and an indescribable terrifying aura, accompanied by countless dancing white lightning bolts, leaked from every pore of his body.

"Boom!"

The peaceful tranquility here was shattered in an instant by a terrifying force like a volcanic eruption.

The boy's short white hair instantly grew longer, dancing wildly behind his head. He suddenly leaped to a height of over two meters, his originally well-fitting robe stretched taut, then shattered in all directions, before flying back in an instant, transforming into a pair of gleaming silver leather armor covering his ferocious and majestic body.

Layers of silvery, metallic mist then adhered to his muscular, long, and strong right hand.

The large hand had a metallic sheen. It opened wide, with white [Electric Spark] between its five fingers, producing a clanging sound like swords rubbing against each other.

Then, with a terrifying force that swept through collapsing void and distorted light, it silently slammed down on the head of the transparent, twisted humanoid figure that had just rushed in front of him. "Bang! Boom!—"

A deep, loud sound was followed by a soft groan.

A small mushroom cloud slowly rose in the garden, then dispersed, transforming into a surging tide of energy that washed over the spacious and beautiful garden, leaving behind a dense array of Rune Array circles.

The entire garden seemed to sway slightly from the impact.