Blue Mist Society, and How to Obtain a Ticket

Ancient wizards attempted to merge the souls of other powerful beings into their own, thereby gaining innate talents and abilities.

"Aren't they worried about their own souls being corrupted? Or even worse..."

Ronan couldn't help but interrupt.

The will of the Ancient Frost Hydra Hecalto still lingers in his Consciousness Space, and he is keenly aware of the dangers of different souls devouring and fusing.

"Um."

Orian nodded. "They quickly realized that this wouldn't work at all, and later, the ancient wizards came up with a better solution."

"What method?"

"Summon, possess."

"Summoning... possession?"

"Yes."

Orian said slowly, "The spirit sorcerers created a place called the Hall of Spirits, specifically to house the souls of powerful beings."

When needed, summoning through marks can also achieve powerful effects.

This method perfectly solves the problems of external souls polluting Soul Power and conflicting with one's own soul.

With just a simple rune mark, they could summon powerful spirits from the Hall of Spirits to aid in battle, saving them a great deal of time studying spells and making them even more powerful than normal wizards. As a result, the path of spirit wizards flourished, and many wizards turned to spirit wizards. When spirit wizards reached the end of their lifespan, they would also choose to enter the Hall of Spirits to be used by those who came after them.

It is said that at the height of the Spirit Witchcraft tradition, the Hall of Spirits possessed tens of thousands of powerful souls, and the entire Wizard World underwent a tremendous transformation.

However, a catastrophic riot erupted within the Spirit Witch organization at this time.

"Those powerful souls existing in the Hall of Spirits began to feel dissatisfied with their fate of being used as tools, and they also longed to return to the human world again by forcibly seizing the body of a spirit witch after being summoned."

The rebellion of the Hall of Spirits was a catastrophe for both spirit sorcerers and the Wizard World. Once the rebellion was completely quelled, the wizards began to reconsider the feasibility of the spirit sorcerer's path.

They realized that there was no way to fundamentally solve this problem, because every spirit sorcerer, no matter how glorious their life, would ultimately be destined for the Hall of Spirits. No one could guarantee that, as a spirit, they could endure a long period of being driven by others and resist the temptation to return to the mortal realm. At the same time, the various drawbacks of the spirit sorcery path were brought up again. After all, it was a cultivation method involving the soul, and no matter how carefully considered, many dangers were unavoidable. The number of sorcerers who died during cultivation due to soul backlash and other reasons had always existed. Even those sorcerers at the forefront of the spirit sorcery path were beginning to feel that if they continued down this path, they would ultimately be unable to avoid the fate of soul distortion.

"At this point, the path of spirit witchcraft was abandoned, the Hall of Spirits was sealed and exiled, and the path of spirit witchcraft vanished completely like a fleeting moment. Later, witches began to turn to the study of bloodlines."

Orian's story ended, but Ronan's mind remained unsettled for a long time.

He has always been interested in these ancient secrets, and every time he hears one, he marvels at the wisdom of the ancient wizards.

At that time, the continent was flat, and all wizards lived on the same land, with countless schools of thought flourishing amidst the clash of wisdom.

He was fascinated by the ancient times, and he wasn't the only one; many wizards shared this sentiment.

Of course, this doesn't mean that modern wizards are less intelligent than wizards of ancient times. Various disciplines and spells are still developing and progressing, but many things are no longer relevant to lower-level wizards.

The powerful wizards all went down to the lower levels, and the broken, floating continent became a natural barrier that isolated wizards of different levels from each other.

"I suspect that Evaqu may have accidentally obtained a part of the cultivation method of the ancient spirit wizard somewhere. The summoned spirit body he has shown so far is not as powerful as the legends say, and he probably has not yet communicated with the Hall of Spirits. However, at the stage of the Mist Wizard, it is powerful enough. Evaqu's strength may be comparable to the strongest genius of the three major wizarding forces like Andariel."

Of course, whether that's true or not, we'll only know after they fight.

Orian took a sip of tea and said calmly.

Ronan gently stirred the reddish-brown tea in his cup with a small silver spoon, creating a small vortex, and said, "You didn't come to see me just to have a simple chat, did you?"

It seems that this meeting between the two finally got down to business.

In response to Ronan's question, Orian nodded and said directly, "I mainly came to see if you have advanced to level three."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

No, not at all.

Orian said, "I would be more surprised if you really advanced to level three... after all, you had only just condensed your second Spiritual Power Crystal three years ago."

Ronan remained silent, waiting for Orian to continue.

After a moment's consideration, Orian said, "... After the battle of Andariel, I, along with the survivors of that battle and some other geniuses from medium-sized wizarding factions in the south, formed a small, private alliance."

Ronan blinked. "To seek revenge on Andariel, the 'Nether Toxin Mask'?"

"Of course I'd like to if I have the chance."

Orian, "The main purpose is still this battle for Helamus' seat."

At this moment, Orian's voice suddenly stopped. He took out a glowing Communication Stone from his Space Ring, examined it, thought for a moment, and then said to Ronan, "There's a party coming up soon, let's go together. I'll tell you more on the way."

Ronan had no objection, and the two walked out of the [Space] Tent, led by Orian, talking as they went.

"The battle for the Helamus Genius Seat this year is far more intense than in previous years. Some even predict that this year's Wizards' top seed is very likely to inherit the true legacy left by Helamus in the South."

"The Magic Controller left by Helamus in the south has never been taken away?"

"There is a part that is missing, which is also the most crucial part."

No one has ever been able to meet Helamus' requirements for a successor, although no one knows exactly what criteria he set for inheriting this crucial part of the legacy.

Two wizards appeared in the field of vision ahead. Orian raised his hand, and a magical artifact on his wrist emitted light, enveloping him and Ronan and completely blocking external gazes and mental energy from probing.

"Let's get back to our small alliance group."

There are only thirty-two seats in total, but at least three hundred wizards are qualified to compete for them...

"So much?"

Ronan was somewhat surprised; the figures Orian reported far exceeded what he himself had observed.

"There will only be more..."

Orian shook his head and said, "Aside from those in the first tier who are guaranteed a place and whose goal is to become the top genius, there may not even be twenty seats left."

To stand out among three hundred Third Level Wizard and secure one of the fewer than twenty spots, relying solely on one's own strength is far too weak.

"So you plan to cooperate to guarantee that some of them will make it into the top 32?"

Ronan finally understood what Orian was trying to say.

"Yes."

Orian said, "The chances of successfully securing a few seats by gathering the strength of dozens of Third Level Wizards are still quite high."

Regardless of who ultimately secures the seat, everyone else will receive appropriate compensation.

Ronan's expression was somewhat strange.

He was both surprised and impressed by the ideas of Orian and his group of second-tier geniuses; this compromise approach did indeed maximize the interests of everyone.

With their respective backing forces, they are not worried about anyone betraying them after using them.

The key is that if this alliance achieves cooperation and the relationship between the two sides becomes more stable and reliable, it will bring many benefits to their respective forces when Orion and Orian generation grow up.

'The vision and wisdom of the second generation.'

Ronan sighed inwardly.

"... Our group is still constantly absorbing strength. The stronger the group, the greater the rewards will be once the battle begins and the plan succeeds."

"So you contacted me just to get me to join your organization?"

Ronan thought for a moment and said, "Even though I haven't advanced to level three, you still haven't changed your mind. It seems you have a way to allow level two wizards to join the competition."

After a moment's thought, Orian said, "I suppose so."

In fact, the threshold for the Helamus Talent Seat competition wasn't based on being Third Level Wizard, but rather on Level 3 combat strength. There had been instances of Level 2 wizards entering the competition before, but such actions were largely meaningless. Even a Level 2 wizard with Third Level Wizard combat strength would find it difficult to compete with Third Level Wizard geniuses who also possessed the ability to challenge opponents of higher levels, given the significant difference in their cultivation levels, ultimately failing to secure a place in the top 32.

"Just tell me your solution."

Ronan spoke in a low voice, and even though he was trying his best to control himself, you could still hear the urgency in his tone.

With the start of the Talent Seat drawing ever closer, the South's prodigies are taking turns to shine, while Ronan remains stuck at the level of advancing from Level 2 to Level 3, slowly climbing the ranks.

It would be a lie to say I'm not in a hurry, but some things simply can't be rushed.

Ronan was eager to participate in this grand event, and he was naturally overjoyed to hear Orian say that there was a way to enter without actually breaking through to level three.

Orian was also aware of Ronan's current situation. He glanced at Ronan and said, "It's actually very simple... just steal someone else's ticket."

"Stealing other people's tickets?!"

Ronan was taken aback, a strange light flashing in his eyes, which then vanished in an instant.

"You continue."

Ronan calmed down, and his face was no longer showing any emotion.

"I have said everything I wanted to say."

Orian stopped in his tracks. In front of them, a rather beautiful and high-end [Space] Tent was set up in the shade of a hillside.

Orian led Ronan toward the tent. Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly spoke.

"I almost forgot, what's the name of your alliance?"

"Blue mist."

Orian replied, "Blue Mist Society."

"The last fog before Dawn?"

Ronan murmured to himself, then followed Orian's footsteps.

I lifted the curtain and stepped into the tent.

The interior space was much larger and more luxurious and comfortable than the [Space] Tent Ronan had purchased.

There was even a fairly long carpet laid out in front of the door, and bright light shone down from the ceiling, landing precisely on a small pool.

A long, circular table was set up beside the pool, where some people were either sitting or standing, talking in hushed tones.

Each of them appeared very young, and the spiritual energy fluctuations and Soul Aura they exuded were all above level three. They possessed outstanding temperament and the air of proud and ambitious young people.

"Orian is here."

The appearance of the two immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the space, and it was clear that Orian's status among this group was not low.

Upon seeing Orian, everyone's eyes immediately and naturally fell on Ronan, followed by whispers.

Someone shouted at Orian, "Orian, what do you mean? Why did you bring a level two wizard with you?"

The person shouting pushed through the crowd, pointing directly at Ronan and questioning Orian: "Do you expect us to grab a ticket for him?"

Orian shook his head and said, "He'll take care of the tickets himself."

Even if he has the ability to obtain a ticket on his own, his contribution in the competition would be limited, but joining would dilute the benefits for all members of the club.

The speaker showed no courtesy to Orian; he was a young man with blue hair, wearing an exquisite, bright silver robe embroidered with a peculiar hand-like pattern.

"Perhaps you could try fighting him."

Orian looked at the blue-haired youth in front of him and said calmly, "I don't think your strength is necessarily greater than his."

"Orian, are you indirectly insulting me?"

The blue-haired youth's face instantly darkened.

"I'm just stating what I believe to be a fact."

The two were locked in a fierce confrontation, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

"Alright."

At that moment, a deep, resonant voice rang out.

The owner of the voice was a composed, black-haired young man with a leader-like aura. He was the strongest among everyone in the room, having reached the mid-stage of Level 3, and had condensed a whopping seven Spiritual Power Crystal! Orian and the blue-haired young man, on the other hand, were only at the early stage of Level 3, with five Spiritual Power Crystal each, and were trying to reach the sixth.

"I trust Orian's judgment. Claire, please trust your partner as well."

The black-haired youth spoke up to smooth things over. He seemed to be quite prestigious in this group called the Blue Mist Society. Both Orian and the blue-haired youth backed down, and the latter snorted and sat back down at the circular table.

"Welcome to the Blue Mist Society. How should I address you, my friend?"

The black-haired youth smiled and extended his hand to Ronan, saying, "You can call me Havide. I belong to the 'Dawn Wind'."

"Ronan Damien, like Orian, comes from the Silver Magic Ring."

Ronan gave a brief self-introduction, followed by a black-haired youth named Havide who introduced all the Blue Mist Society members in the room to Ronan one by one, showing him the utmost respect. Everything was impeccable.