Come on, All of You. Losers Are Eliminated, the Winner Takes All!

The ball of light, twisting and changing into various shapes, solidified into a substance, like an aggregation of countless glittering mercury particles.

Even through the magical projection, the four Third Level Wizard outside the secret realm seemed to be able to feel the immense and terrifying power emanating from the image.

The elemental energy spiritual aggregate, or simply "Elemental Spirit," is the mark of Dawn Wizard of level four or above, and it is the realm that those who stand at the peak of level three and have half-stepped out of the mist strive to achieve.

The four people stared intently at the image projected in the spell, their expressions shifting, their eyes flashing with increasingly intense light.

"It is indeed a space-type elemental spirit, but its form is extremely unstable, and it just so happens to appear suddenly after someone entered to explore... It is most likely another Dawn Rank artifact that has given birth to spiritual consciousness and wants to take the opportunity to break free from the control of the ancient restrictions of the Mirror Garden."

Someone spoke in a low voice.

This deduction was accepted by the other three.

Level Four Wizard's "elemental spirit" is still in the gestation stage. To truly manifest the "elemental spirit," one needs at least level five strength.

Compared to the possibility that a level 5 Dawn Wizard has lived for countless years is hidden in the core secret realm of the Mirror Garden... the group was clearly more inclined to believe that this was a high-level magical artifact left behind by Ancient Mirror Garden.

Over a long period of time, nourished by abundant and rich elemental energy particles, a trace of spiritual consciousness was born on its own, thus creating the scene before us that resembles Dawn- level wizard releasing a "primordial spirit".

Of course, the main basis for this assertion is that, prior to this, the six major wizarding factions had already witnessed the appearance of two similar Dawn Rank magical artifacts during their exploration and excavation of the Ancient Mirror Garden ruins.

One of the items escaped the magic array's restrictions and immediately fled, disappearing without a trace.

The other item was acquired by the Thunder Council, one of the six major wizarding powers, after paying a heavy price to compensate the other five major wizarding powers one by one.

The reason why the major wizarding factions are so eager to open the core area of Ancient Mirror Garden secret realm as soon as possible, even at the cost of expending three equally precious and rare Nefa Key, is too simple: they have already seen even more precious treasures than the Nefa Key within the Mirror Garden —everyone wants more! The four wizards leading the expeditions of Molten Crystal Lake, Black Nightmare Swamp, Silver Magic Ring, and Thorn Palace immediately sent the news back to their headquarters after this unexpected turn of events.

After everything was arranged, everyone's attention returned to the huge water screen in front of them, and at this moment, everyone's mood was somewhat different from before.

"Hello!"

The bald wizard from Molten Crystal Lake, wielding Burning Stone Staff, slowly lowered the Communication Stone in his hand. Suddenly, he grinned and called out to the Black Nightmare Swamp wizard beside him, who wore a feather mask, "You bug-playing bastard... how about raising the stakes? Look at this Dawn Rank artifact. In the name of inheritance, who will you ultimately choose?"

The Third Level Wizard of the Black Nightmare Swamp narrowed his eyes, remaining silent, but his attitude was self-evident.

The bald wizard of the Molten Crystal Lake turned his gaze toward Caloni and the Green Robe Witch.

"What about you guys? Want to join in and have some fun?"

The Green Robe Witch of the Thorn Palace had an eager look on her face, and kept looking at Caloni with encouraging eyes.

"... You can give it a try."

It's not all about skill; luck plays a huge role too..."

Caloni's eyes flickered, but he ultimately shook his head calmly.

The Green Robe Witch looked disappointed, while the bald wizard from the Molten Crystal Lake turned his gaze away expressionlessly and said nothing more.

"The Echoing Light Corridor. Through the inheritance of eight..."

In the long corridor with mirrors on all four sides, Ronan pondered the fragmented information he had just received.

The silver humanoid figure, radiating a blazing light and exuding a mysterious and powerful aura, still stood quietly at the end of the corridor, as if waiting for Ronan to approach.

"Will passing through this corridor allow us to obtain the legacy left behind by the Ancient Mirror Garden? Only eight people can pass through this round?"

Based on the fragmented information, Ronan quickly drew some conclusions.

Before he could make a move, "Boom!"

A tremendous roar of magic could already be heard in my ears.

At this moment, the mirrors on either side of him began to change.

The image that was originally reflected on him quickly faded away, and was replaced by a series of unfamiliar figures wearing various robes.

The wizards from the four major factions participating in this exploration are all now present in this long corridor called "Reflection".

Each person occupies a section of the long corridor, positioned roughly parallel to each other, and can see what each other looks like at this moment.

To Ronan's left and right stood a wizard from the Black Nightmare Swamp and a wizard from the Thorn Palace, respectively.

The wizard from the Thorn Palace, upon recognizing Ronan, immediately displayed an expression of shock mixed with intense resentment and a hint of fear on his pale face. He was the young wizard whose skull he had previously shattered with two blows.

He had already woken up and was simultaneously transported into this corridor.

At this moment, all the wizards participating in this exploration are like athletes standing on the same starting line, waiting for the starting gun to fire.

"Buzz—"

As Ronan saw figures appearing on either side of him, he began to chant a spell. He casually summoned countless Frost Spear that emitted a strong chill, and pointed one at the young wizard of the Thorn Palace on his right.

The latter was immediately shocked and instinctively stepped back.

They were standing so close together that it was almost as if they were separated by a transparent wall, with the distance between them estimated to be less than ten meters.

As Ronan casually tossed a Frost Spear at the young wizard from the Thorn Palace on his right, a crystalline armor, resembling a curtain of ice and snow, quietly appeared around him, to defend against the wizard from the Black Nightmare Swamp on his left.

The other party was indeed casting a spell on him as well, only slightly slower than him.

At the same time, countless spells were unleashed from the hands of the wizards standing in different passages of this "corridor." However, all of these spells ultimately missed their mark.

Ronan watched as the dozens of Frost Spear he had fired vanished silently after [Penetration] the transparent wall beside him.

The connection with mental energy was severed immediately.

The spell did not land on the young wizard from the Thorn Palace on his right, nor did the spell from the wizard from the Black Nightmare Swamp on his left appear before him.

"It seems they can't attack each other?"

Ronan's eyes flickered. "So, the eight spots for passing the test are based on speed?!"

"Boom!"

A visible white shockwave suddenly exploded within the mirrored corridor. Ronan vanished from his spot, his figure transforming into a blurry black shadow as he sped towards the end of the corridor.

If this were truly a race, from a high vantage point, one could see that among the hundreds of densely packed, circular "tracks" all converging on a common finish line at the center, Ronan's track—a black line—was rapidly overtaking the others at an incredible speed, constantly approaching the finish line at the center.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

Ronan completely abandoned the acceleration of the second-tier flight artifact and relied purely on his physical strength, which made him much faster than if he had used the flight ring.

The corridor, filled with mirrors, was made of an unknown material. No matter how much force he exerted with his legs, he could not leave any mark on the ground when he landed.

Luo An moved forward at breakneck speed, like a black lightning bolt darting through the passage, occasionally emitting violent explosions.

"It's time to work on improving my Master Level [Basic Swordsmanship] proficiency. The [[Immaculate Body]] and the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline's modifications to my body have caused my physical strength to surge continuously, making it a little difficult to control."

As Ronan walked, he thought to himself.

What he valued most about the Master Level [Basic Swordsmanship] was the absolute control it gave him over his physical functions.

Previously, this ability to control the situation was always effortless, but now it is gradually becoming increasingly difficult to maintain.

"Call--"

Ronan transformed into a whirlwind and burst out of the corridor.

His figure went from extremely dynamic to extremely still in an instant, with only his billowing robes and long hair silently testifying to the ferocity of this speed.

The silver humanoid figure that had been standing at the end of the corridor has now transformed into a huge ball of light, soaring into the sky and looking down indifferently like a silver sun.

Numerous mysterious runes appeared and disappeared between Ronan and the silver orb, obscuring the light and distance.

Ronan slowly withdrew his gaze and scanned his surroundings, only to find that he was now on a huge circular platform.

The platform was as smooth as a mirror, like a huge, flat mirror. Ronan looked down and could clearly see his reflection on the ground.

There are a total of eight such platforms around Ronan.

Eight enormous, mirror-like platforms floated silently in mid-air in a circular shape, beneath which lay a bottomless expanse of light.

"Whoosh—"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Ronan, [Penetration] the ripples in the air. It was a wizard from the Molten Crystal Lake wearing a crimson robe, with slightly dark skin and a square face. He was clearly startled when he saw Ronan, and then quickly distanced himself from him with a wary expression.

Following that, more and more people appeared on the platform.

The same was true on the other platforms, where figures appeared one after another.

The wizards who were previously in the Echoing Light Corridor were teleported to different mirror platforms after a race.

Ronan retreated to a corner of the platform, his brows slightly furrowed.

He then realized that his previous deduction was inaccurate. The Echoing Light Corridor was not the real place of competition. The speed at which one could pass through the corridor did not mean anything. This platform was where they were about to start their battle.

Exactly eight.

As Ronan pondered silently, the number of people on his platform grew, finally stopping when it reached nineteen.

Of these nineteen people, the largest group consisted of eight wizards from the Molten Crystal Lake.

Then came the six wizards of the Thorn Palace, dressed in green robes.

There were only four people from the Silver Magic Ring, including him.

Of course, there were very few wizards in the Black Nightmare Swamp, only two. As soon as they entered the platform, they immediately used some special magic to hide their figures. Only mental power could detect a faint trace of energy fluctuations.

The other three Arcane Circle naturally gravitated towards Ronan.

The other factions did the same, keeping a safe distance from each other and eyeing each other warily.

No one knows what will happen next, but many people seem to be able to guess what will happen next.

The atmosphere on the platform became tense and delicate.

"Glenn, from the First Magic Ring."

Among the four people gathered in the Silver Magic Ring, a handsome young man with regular features, blue hair, and gray eyes took the initiative to introduce himself.

Then he turned his gaze to the next person, who hesitated slightly but quickly introduced himself.

After the four of them took turns, Ronan was no exception.

He didn't mind sticking together with others, especially in the current uncertain situation. Standing with people of the same faction would at least make him less conspicuous.

Of the four Arcane Circle wizards, Glenn and a round-faced witch from the Third Magic Ring were both at the late stage of level two, while another young man was at the mid stage of level two. Ronan, who had just advanced to the early stage of level two, was quite "remarkable". The other three looked at him with slightly strange eyes, but said nothing.

Did you participate in the internal exchange competition within the Seventh Ring Road?

Glenn of the First Magic Ring spoke after everyone had introduced themselves.

Before anyone could answer, the huge silver orb hanging above everyone's heads suddenly shone brightly. Immediately afterward, a palm-sized, mirror-like mysterious rune symbol lit up above each circular platform.

At the same time, a powerful wave of consciousness spread out like a sudden burst of sunlight, accompanied by the previously indistinct, genderless, and indistinct voice that rang out again.

"Qualification. One. Next round. Succession!"

"Buzz!"

The light of the transparent Rune Array rose from around the circular platform, enveloping it upwards to form a huge bowl shape.

Each of the "bowl-shaped" platforms has the same lens rune shining at its top.

This time, everyone successfully deciphered the meaning conveyed by the silver light.

There are eight platforms, and people on each platform compete against each other to select one person to enter the next round of inheritance trials.

The mysterious lens-shaped runes above the platform... are the qualification certificates to enter the next round of inheritance trials! Almost the instant this wave of consciousness landed, the platform where Ronan was located suddenly lit up with magical light, and then several figures flashed in mid-air, rushing towards the mysterious runes floating at the very top.

Violent explosions echoed across each platform, accompanied by the glow of spells and the aftershocks of energy collisions. Several figures who rushed towards the rune clashed several times in an instant, but none of them succeeded. Instead, they pushed the rune representing qualification away gently.

The people below reacted quickly, and different tones, different incantations, and dense chanting of spells rang out almost at the same time.

"I ranked eighteenth in the internal competition within the Seventh Ring, just one point away from entering the first tier and qualifying for the First Battlefield!"

Glenn, a handsome young man from the First Magic Ring, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, coldly and forcefully roared at the others from the same Arcane Circle, "If none of you are stronger than me, then you will all do your utmost to assist me! This inheritance..."

"Boom!"

Before the handsome young man Glenn could finish speaking, a huge white shockwave suddenly erupted around them.

Immediately afterward, they saw a blurry figure, moving so fast that even mental energy could hardly detect it, traverse vast distances in an instant, appearing beside the flowing runes as if by teleportation, and grabbing the rune representing qualification in its hand.

"Well"

Glenn, who had just declared "leadership," was stunned.

The other two Arcane Circle wizards were also stunned.

The wizards from other factions on the platform were also stunned for a moment.

Everyone saw a handsome young man with white hair and blue eyes, wearing a long gray-silver robe that fluttered in the wind, standing high above them, thoughtfully examining the runes in his hand that shimmered like mirrors.

Soon, the boy turned his gaze away from examining the runes and looked down at the crowd below.

His gaze swept over the mission rings on everyone's hands. Finally, the slender fingers of the person wearing the mission ring tightened their grip on the rune on the lens, and he calmly said, "Come on, let's all come at him together."

In this game, the loser is eliminated, and the winner takes all!