Improvement, Impermanence, Plains

Two months later, it was late autumn again.

The dense Primeval Forest began to take on vibrant colors, the trees donned golden robes, and the tall pines and oaks cast dappled shadows in the warm sunlight. The forest floor was covered with colorful fallen leaves, which rustled underfoot and carried a faint scent of earth and decaying leaves.

Deep in the forest, in a deep ravine surrounded by a stream.

Sunlight filters through the treetops, illuminating the moss-covered stones and damp tree roots. The gently flowing stream is like a series of shimmering mirrors. A young man in a long robe sits quietly by the stream, his eyes closed, his body seemingly blending into the peaceful atmosphere around him, exuding a vibrant and energetic life force in silence.

As a greenish-yellow leaf drifted down and gently landed on the water, creating ripples, the boy slowly opened his eyes.

In an instant, an invisible wind arose, blowing the hem of the robe that was draped on the ground. An indescribable sense of clarity emanated from the boy's body, and even the air around him became more transparent, as if it had been washed with water.

"Breathe--"

Ronan made a soft breathing motion, his breathing sounding as steady as the wind blowing through the forest and full of a special rhythm. The surrounding trees seemed to rustle along with him, and more leaves fell down.

Autumn has come again.

Ronan looked at the golden leaves floating on the stream in front of him and felt a touch of melancholy.

Last autumn, he was still in the Treehouse Area outside Hoddam, preparing for the impending invasion of the Black Wizard Land. Now, he's almost eighteen.

In the secular world, this would be considered an age when one is eligible to inherit a family title.

"Should I find some time to go home and visit?"

A thought flashed through Ronan's mind.

Soon, the slight melancholy that arose due to the season was quickly soothed, and Ronan opened the Character Panel and quietly checked it.

Name: Ronan Damien

Age: 17

[Talents: Non-attribute Affinity, [Immaculate Body] (Active), [Thoughtless Lake] (Active)]

[Strength: Second Level Formal Wizard (35%)]

[Skill: Basic Meditation Technique - [Clarity Realm] (Master 612/1600)]

Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 523/1600)

Charged Weapon - Power of Breaking Law (Master 302/1600)

Ice Ball - Desperate Ice Seal (Master 503/1600)

Frost Ray - Frost Veins (Master 500/1600)

Ice Blade - [Extreme Frozen Weapon] (Master 501/1600)

Ascetic Body Forging - Ancient Power (Master 526/1600)

Small Blizzard (Mastery 102/400)

Ice Rain Armor (Mastery 23/400)

The Voice of Cold (Mastery 65/400)

Frost Spear (Expert)

For two months, Ronan devoted almost all his energy to practicing ice magic, working almost non-stop.

In addition to mastering all three second-tier ice spells, the three skills [Desperate Ice Seal], [Frost Veins], and [[Extreme Frozen Weapon]], which have already developed Extraordinary Magic Domain, have all entered One Segment Magic Domain Resonance!

It wasn't just because of the fusion with the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline that Ronan was able to advance to the second level wizard. Especially after entering the mid-second level, his Soul Power increased, and Ronan clearly felt that he was progressing much more smoothly in the realm of Master Level proficiency.

Looking back to his early days at level one, especially before taking "Murphetira's Kiss," he found it incredibly difficult to progress at the Master Level.

"According to ancient wizarding books, in the ancient times, or even more distant ancient times, the world's continents had not yet collapsed, and the free-floating energy particles between heaven and earth were incredibly abundant. Everyone was like a dragon, and their spells naturally possessed magical domain effects."

Ronan's eyes gleamed with contemplation. "Now that wizards have comprehended the Extraordinary Magic Domain, the so-called resonance of the first, second, Level Three of the Magic Domain Resonance is merely the starting point for reaching the level of ancient wizards."

To truly rival the geniuses of ancient wizards, one must look at the realm beyond the extraordinary.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a level above "Master Level Proficiency".

With the Character Panel available, Ronan still believed that he would one day be able to reach that field; it was just a matter of time.

The First Resonance of the Three Law Domains naturally transformed the power of the Ice Cold Domain they created. However, what truly terrified Ronan, the spellcaster, was the effect of the fusion of these three domains that had entered into First Resonance —that power "inherited from the ancient times!"

Ronan stretched out a hand towards the sunlight streaming down his head, slowly clenching his fist. An indescribable, terrifying aura flowed from between his fingers, as if freezing that ray of autumn light in his palm.

"Call--"

As he dispersed the aura, Ronan exhaled a breath of stale air and stood up from the bluestone.

Stepping on the void, they ascended to the sky step by step, their robes fluttering, and flew swiftly in one direction.

Within the Consciousness Space, a second Spiritual Power Crystal has been formed, only about one-tenth the size of the first.

Within the crystal, the transformed [Double Mirrorlight] runes resemble patterns sealed within the crystal, exuding a complex and profound aura.

The Silver Staff still had some spatial energy seeds left for Ronan. After the [Tundra Frozen Earth] and [Double Mirrorlight] runes had all solidified, it began to "nurture" the last [Silverization] rune.

The [Silver Transformation] talisman, nourished by a continuous stream of spatial energy, gradually began to undergo some indescribable and wondrous changes.

However, due to the different attributes, this fusion and transformation process is extremely slow. So far, Ronan has not felt any difference and does not know what changes will occur after the [Silverization] seal has completely fused with the spatial attribute.

In the past two months, Ronan has devoted all his efforts to the upcoming competition of wizarding geniuses from the six major powers.

He has done everything he could to improve in a short period of time. As for how far he can go in the competition, that will depend on the strength of his opponents.

Upon entering the Micro Secret Realm Space, Ronan saw Bennigo standing in front of the Saint Blood Tree, "interacting" with it.

As I walked over, I saw a fist-sized blood spore fall from a branch of the Saint Blood Tree, which was then caught by Bennigo, who was waiting nearby.

Recently, Bennigo has started to conduct some small-scale bloodline purification experiments using the Saint Blood Tree. In addition to laying the groundwork for his plan to resurrect his beloved wife, this can also be seen as accumulating experience for Ronan's next Bloodline Purification.

"What kind of monster's blood?"

Ronan was somewhat surprised to see Bennigo remove the blood spore, then gently cut a small cross on it with a knife, and then try to inject it directly into his own body.

"It's mine."

Bennigo closed his eyes, sensing the entire process of blood infusion, pausing from time to time to quickly jot down some information in his notebook.

How are you feeling?

After the entire blood spore injection was completed, Ronan couldn't help but ask Bennigo.

"I conducted a detailed analysis of my bloodline, and before purification, I agreed on a direction with the Saint Blood Tree. From the current perspective..."

Bennigo assessed the situation and replied, "The effect is quite good. After purification, my bloodline is more active than my original bloodline, and my Soul Decay Syndrome seem to have stopped a bit."

What direction have you chosen?

"Grey Elf".

"You also have elven blood within you?"

Ronan blinked. He remembered that Kosti had said that he also had a very thin bloodline of Moonlight Elf flowing through his veins.

Bennigo is a grey elf, is that some kind of strange fate? Bennigo glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "Is that strange? Don't you know that long ago, elves were the most popular mating partners for humans? It's quite common for people like us with no wizarding background to have some elven blood mixed in with our blood."

Ronan pursed his lips and said nothing more.

After recording all the experimental data, Bennigo noticed Ronan's idle demeanor and casually asked, "Judging by the time, the genius competition you mentioned should be starting soon, right? Instead of diligently training, you have time to stroll around here."

"It's about to start, I just came to say hello."

As Ronan spoke, he took out a shimmering Communication Stone from his Space Ring, tapped it, read it for a moment, and then said, "The ship that's here to pick me up has arrived. Well then, I'll be going now, sir."

Bennigo heard Ronan's bizarre nickname for him, his lips twitched slightly, and he raised his pipe as a farewell.

Ronan bid farewell to the Saint Blood Tree again, then strode out of the Micro Secret Realm Space. After leaving the valley, he flew dozens of miles to the west and stopped.

After waiting for about fifteen minutes, a silver-white Magic Airship, more than seven meters long and more than four meters high, appeared in his field of vision.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and took the initiative to go to meet the airship.

Before they even got close, two figures stepped out of the airship—the tall, thin young man on the left had an ordinary appearance, but a pair of rather rare, sharp eyes like lapis lazuli; the man on the right was also young, with a fairly handsome appearance, but a more mature demeanor.

It was Clemens and Debby who had previously gone with Ronan to explore the Second Battlefield of the Mirror Garden.

This talent competition, jointly organized by the six major forces, allows members of each party with a certain level of strength or above to watch the matches, with approximately fifty people participating.

At the Arcane Circle, there was no rule that everyone should travel together. Clemens and Debby were eligible to go and watch the game, so Ronan decided to go with them.

Damien!

The three met up, and the two exchanged brief greetings with Ronan before boarding the airship. Clemens then said, "It will take us about a day to get to the Goblin Plain. The competition will take place in three days, so we have plenty of time."

Ronan nodded, and the three of them sat down inside the airship to rest, chatting about the big and small things that had happened during Ronan's two months of arduous training.

Knowing that Ronan would represent the Arcane Circle in the competition, Clemens had specially collected some information for him, most of which was from within the Arcane Circle, with very little from the other five major powers.

"Aside from the top few among them, the remaining potential participants in the competition are uncertain; this is all the information we have."

Clemens turned to the page in the data belonging to the Molten Crystal Lake, pointed to a name called "Ignatius," and said to Ronan with a slightly serious expression, "This man is the number one contemporary wizard of the Molten Crystal Lake. He is the younger brother of Igor, whom you defeated in the Second Battlefield."

Although rumors have always circulated that the two have a bad relationship, they are, after all, heirs of the same family. If you encounter them in a competition, you must be careful."

Ronan nodded, the image of Igor's awakened bloodline flashing through his mind.

He slowly flipped through the document, and when he saw the page on "Black Nightmare Swamp," his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he stopped.

Do you know this person?

Ronan extended his finger and gently touched the name "Anglie Leo" on the parchment page, asking Clemens and the other man a question.

This was the first time he had learned Anglie's full name. There was very little information behind his name, only a few brief words such as "early stage of level three".

He remembered that the last time he saw Anglie, the other party was at the late stage of level two. Has he been promoted so quickly?

"This person is very mysterious. He's a genius who has risen rapidly in the Black Nightmare Swamp in recent years. He hasn't made many moves, but every time he has, his achievements are brilliant."

Clemens pondered, "The most amazing one was when he was at level two, he defeated a well-known Third Level Wizard genius from the Black Nightmare Swamp head-on."

"Damien, do you know him?"

Debby noticed Ronan's unusual attitude towards Anglie and couldn't help but ask him about it.

Ronan shook his head, offering no further explanation.

After briefly reviewing the entire document, Clemens and his companion discussed their exploration of the Mirror Garden.

About a month ago, the exploration of the Third Battlefield came to an end. Lanny and others from the Seventh Magic Ring returned, but many were seriously injured, and some even perished.

The wizard who unfortunately died was Travis, who had a grudge against Ronan.

It is said that the exploration team accidentally triggered a restriction in the Third Battlefield, releasing a large number of space and mirror magic puppets left over from ancient times. Their combat power was terrifying, and all sides suffered heavy casualties.

The Third Battlefield was the magical plant and potion garden of the wizards of the Ancient Mirror Garden. It was quite normal for it to be guarded, and this outcome was expected by all parties. Moreover, the harvest from the Third Battlefield was indeed quite substantial.

Compared to the first two battlefields, the first Second Battlefield seemed much safer, at least no one had been heard of falling. Ronan was slightly taken aback when he heard this news, and for a moment he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

The battle that defeated Travis seems like it happened just yesterday, and now Travis is dead in the secret realm.

The path of a wizard is ultimately difficult, even for a second-level wizard or Third Ring genius.

No one knows whether tomorrow or an accident will come first. The silver-white airship smoothly glided through the clouds and slowly descended, and soon a vast plain appeared before Ronan's eyes.

Nearby are patches of golden wheat fields, and traces of villages can be seen in the vicinity.

It was harvest season, and Ronan even saw a boy on a field ridge, chewing on a straw, looking up at the sky, staring blankly as their airship passed by.

Further ahead lies a desolate, uninhabited area.

Gradually, you can see wild beasts or magical beasts running and resting on the ground. The plains are not flat, with some high mounds and huge pit outlines.

Ronan stood on the deck of the airship, letting the gale make his robes flutter, calmly looking down at the scene below.

"Goblin Plain was indeed inhabited by goblins..."

Clemens walked up from the side, leaned on the metal railing with both hands, and spoke to him.