Power of Breaking Law: Light of Dissolution, Soul Paradise!

"Boom!"

Vibrant orange-red bombarded the hazy white barrier, bursting forth with a breathtaking light.

The rolling waves of fire released terrifying heat, and the void twisted and deformed under the heat, making crackling sounds, as if something was screaming hysterically. However, when everything calmed down, the rapidly spinning Red Lotus Scepter flew back to a fair and slender palm, and the hazy light that enveloped the ancient city seemed to be unaffected.

It is still as thin as a thin layer of gauze, yet it seems to possess the most indestructible [Protection] power in the world.

"Bang!"

With a livid face, Moriel crushed the fairy figure in her hand into a shower of light, turned to the old woman in black robes beside her, and said, "Vivian, I now command you to break it. I want to go in!"

The old woman in black robes shook her head. "I'm sorry, Miss Moriel, I can't do it. I doubt there are many people in the entire Upper Ring Continent who can do it. After all, this is a magical barrier personally set up by the former Law Controller King, Helamus."

"Then tell me why I can't get in? Why did that brat Serena get in so easily!"

Moriel screamed and waved her cane wildly, just like a child throwing a tantrum.

The old woman in black robes, Vivian, was quite good-natured. She gently explained to Moriel, "Because you're not from the South, you can't enter. Helamus wouldn't have left such an obvious loophole. Since it's a legacy left in the South, only wizards born in the South are qualified to participate in the competition; otherwise, his act of dispersing the legacy would be meaningless. As for why that girl from the Alba Family was able to enter..."

Vivian thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps she has some item or secret technique that can deceive magical judgment, or perhaps... she inherently has some Southern wizard blood in her veins... You probably forgot, Serena. Quqin. Alba was only found by the wizards of the Life Royal Court when she was ten years old. Because of this, she has been neglected and ostracized among the descendants of the current Alba King."

Moriel stood frozen in place. After a moment, she gritted her teeth and said to Vivian, "You knew this all along, didn't you? You knew I would eventually stop you outside, but you deliberately didn't tell me! Damn Vivian, you annoying old woman."

Despite Moriel's merciless insults, Vivian showed no anger whatsoever; instead, her eyes were filled with even more affection.

She apologized to Moriel in a soft voice, as if coaxing a child.

"I just don't want you to lose interest so early after knowing all this. If you really want to go in, we can turn back now and maybe we can still catch the one in the central region."

"Shut up, I hate hearing your voice right now."

Moriel looked like a snarling, irritable little beast, waving her arms impatiently. "Do you think I'm trying to seize some Magic Controller? The power of even a fragment of that thing is barely passable, and collecting the whole thing is simply impossible! What I care about is Serena! Serena, that even more annoying person than you!"

Moriel muttered angrily for a long time, then suddenly her eyes darted around as if she had thought of a brilliant idea.

"I suddenly feel that being kept out and unable to get in is actually not so bad."

Moriel licked her lips lightly, her gaze drifting towards the location of the Life Royal Court's headquarters. "At least... that brat Serena can't get out right now."

"Vivian, my dear Vivian, you'll help me stop those nasty people trying to stop me from playing the game, right?"

Moriel glanced indifferently at a certain spot in the sky and spoke to the old woman in black robes in a coquettish tone.

The latter looked at her with affection and doting, "Of course, all I want is for our dear Moriel to be happy and have a good time."

"You are truly the best Vivian in the world!"

Moriel let out a series of cheerful laughs, and with a "bang," she exploded into a ball of sparks and disappeared.

"Ronan, you've come in, haven't you?"

"Yes."

"Remember to take out the thing I gave you before. It will help you find members of the Blue Mist Society in the ancient city. Try to stay here as long as possible; such opportunities are rare. Good luck."

"Same."

Ronan cut off the communication with Orian, then took out a badge-like object from his Space Ring and casually stuffed it into the gap inside his Itai armor.

Only after he finished all this did he have a moment to look up and survey his surroundings.

He felt as if he were in an ancient garden.

The neatly arranged flowerbeds around the perimeter were filled with exotic flowers in blue, purple, red, and white, creating a vibrant display of colors. He couldn't name any of them, and the air was filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

Countless tiny, firefly-like lights danced in the garden, enveloped in a thin mist, creating a hazy and dreamlike atmosphere.

Ronan casually picked a small flower from beside him, rubbed it between his fingers, and was surprised to find that it was actually a real flower.

He tried to catch the scattered points of light in the air, but [Penetration] right through his palm with a gentle grasp.

Just as Ronan was considering his next move, the little fairy who had led him into the Fairy Ancient City suddenly flew out of the flower bushes and darted in front of his face.

"Aru hiss hiss ##*"

The fairy girl, exquisitely crafted like a figurine, held Ronan's nose, uttering a series of strange and awkward syllables, like some kind of incantation, or perhaps she was speaking to Ronan.

After she finished uttering all the syllables, the fairy girl looked at Ronan with tender eyes, as if gazing at a lover, and then gently kissed the tip of his Ronan. "Thump!"

After the kiss, the fairy girl suddenly exploded into a ball of light, and then quickly entered Ronan's forehead.

"Buzz—"

In that instant, Ronan felt as if some unseen contract had been made, and his Soul Power had actually increased to a certain extent.

Just as he was frowning in confusion, Ronan suddenly noticed that within a radius of about five meters around him, the mysterious light spots that had been drifting erratically were now rushing towards him like moths to a flame, merging into his body.

During this process, Ronan clearly noticed that his Soul Power was slowly increasing little by little.

"So this is the benefit Orian was talking about—staying here as long as possible?!"

Ronan realized this, and a strange light suddenly shone in his eyes.

Soul Power is the foundation of everything. Any means or method that can increase Soul Power is invaluable to a wizard, especially to him now.

"I have the opportunity to replenish the last bit of Soul Power I need to advance from level two to level three here..."

Ronan took a deep breath and quickly moved around the garden.

He was incredibly fast, leaving blurry afterimages in the air as his figure constantly shifted positions.

A moment later, he had absorbed almost all the scattered light spots in the entire garden.

At this moment, Ronan noticed that wisps of gray smoke began to appear on his body, very thin, like the thin smoke produced by burning dry leaves.

Ronan didn't know what it was, but it was undoubtedly related to the little fairy who had made some kind of pact with him after the explosion.

He speculated that this might be one of the rules of the competition, and what it specifically represents might be revealed later.

When Ronan had "captured" all the light spots in the garden, his Soul Power increased again, and more wisps of smoke emanated from his body. At this point, Ronan began to consider moving to another location.

The garden entrance was just ahead. Passing through the secluded four-colored flower bushes, Ronan saw a beautiful archway made of stone carved with many lifelike vines.

He habitually observed the patterns on the vines, but as he passed through the archway, he saw, as if looking in a mirror, a figure about twenty meters ahead of him, maintaining almost the exact same movements and expression as himself, frozen in place.

Ronan and the figure locked eyes, and an eerie stillness descended upon them.

But in less than half a second, the figure rushed towards him.

"Haha, I didn't expect to run into a level two opponent."

The man, who had a short beard and looked to be middle-aged, laughed loudly while rapidly chanting incantations. He held a black Short Staff in each hand, and faint magical fluctuations emanated from his body.

However, before he could rush very far, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him like a ghost.

The man's pupils contracted sharply, but his expression was a mixture of surprise and delight. He grinned maliciously and slammed the Short Staff in his hands together against his chest.

"Thorns!"

The powerful Spiritual Force Field belonging to Third Level Wizard, a golden halo composed of countless golden spikes, and the aura of a vast magic domain—the three combined and expanded rapidly.

However, as the man approached, the figure, whose entire body, including his face, was encased in silver metal, revealing only a pair of azure eyes, did not flinch.

She merely glanced at him coldly, then raised her silver-white right hand high, from which clear, crystal-like emerald flames shot out from the edge of her arm.

Under the sunlight, silver and green intertwine, and the silver-armored man's entire right arm shines like a long, narrow, scimitar with its sharp edge exposed.

Raise it to the top, and then slash it down fiercely!

"[Spellbreaker. Light of Disintegration]!"

A cold voice rang out.

"Click-clack-clack—"

The golden thorn halo, empowered by triple forces, shattered with devastating force under the vertical slash of the arm blade, which was interwoven with silver and emerald green.

"What?!"

The man's eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief crossed his face.

His forward-moving body instantly turned backward, and waves of rich golden light spread out from his body, accompanied by a surging aura of the Dharma Domain like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

Beneath that "Verdant-Silver Scimitar," it was as fragile as pieces of paper constantly being thrown out and cut by others.

The "curved blade" plunged straight in, slashing right up to the man. There was no force that could stop it; all energy and magic would inexplicably and automatically disintegrate under its blade.

The man looked horrified, as if he had finally realized why a level two wizard would be here.

He tried to escape, but it was too late.

When the metal arm was less than ten centimeters from the man, the emerald flames wrapped around it had already thinned considerably. At that moment, its five fingers, shaped like a palm blade, suddenly opened and pressed down hard on the man's face with a series of loud bangs.

Two figures, one after the other, left blurry trails in the void, accompanied by a series of bursts of air compression, like firecrackers.

A dark, Silver White Metal wall suddenly rose up, and the rapidly moving figure crashed straight into it, then came to abruptly stop with a loud "boom." Ronan slowly released his grip, looking expressionlessly at the unfamiliar wizard whose head had been mostly pressed into the silver metal wall made of Itai."

The other person had fallen into a coma, and their limp limbs were still twitching unconsciously.

He acted with great restraint. Although the battle was not a matter of life or death, it was merely a competition, and he had no intention of taking the other's life.

"Upon entering One Segment Magic Domain Resonance, the [Power of Breaking Law] becomes increasingly monstrous in its ability to break laws."

Ronan looked at the crystal-clear emerald flames swirling between his fingers with a strange expression.

The Third Level Wizard lying in front of him had just cast a spell that had reached the second stage of the Magic Domain Resonance realm.

Faced with First Resonance [Power of Breaking Law], it was forcibly "cut" apart.

Although it has the added strength of his own body and the "Itai" metal, it cannot overshadow the powerful effect of the [Power of Breaking Law].

"If one stage can break through two stages, then by the time you reach the second stage, you might be able to break through a Level Three resonance spell."

"Even though the improvement in proficiency is indeed a bit slow, it's still worth the money."

Ronan had only wanted to test the effect of the One Segment Magic Domain Resonance on a whim, and the result was quite satisfactory to him.

Those who can comprehend the second stage of the Magic Domain Resonance at the early stage of level three are considered outstanding among their peers, true geniuses, yet now they lie stiffly in front of Ronan.

Suddenly, a cloud of light emanated from the unconscious man's forehead and pierced straight into Ronan's brow.

"Call--"

In an instant, Ronan felt his Soul Power surge, almost ten times more than the light points he had collected in the garden in half a day.

Similarly, the gray smoke emanating from his body became much thicker.

If the original Ash Smoke was not easy to see without careful observation, it is now quite obvious.

Wisps of Ash Smoke swirled around the silver armor riddled with shark-tooth-like nicks, giving Ronan an even more mysterious and eerie aura.

"This seems to be a kind of physical manifestation of Soul Power."

Ronan looked thoughtfully at the Ash Smoke swirling around him.

In the instant the ball of light merged into him, he sensed that about two-thirds of the energy within the ball of light was forcibly separated and turned into the Ash Smoke outside his body.

He felt like he was starting to understand the rules of this battle—it was a "big fish eats little fish" or "battle royale" game.

"The more opponents you defeat, the greater the benefits you gain; but if you fail, you will lose most of the collected energy from the light orbs."

"We don't know what these mysterious light spots are made of, but the increase in Soul Power they provide is exceptionally pure, even surpassing that of Moon Soul Stone."

Ronan watched as the man lying on the ground gradually awoke from his coma, but his entire body slowly became blurred and indistinct, being expelled from the Fairy Ancient City by a mysterious force.

He watched the man disappear completely, then raised his head and gazed at the ancient city shrouded in a light mist, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Ronan walked forward calmly, his spiritual energy spreading out, while the [Eye of Truth] wove between his brows.

He has already begun actively seeking his next "hunting" target.

Under these rules, it's practically paradise for the strong.

Each person is "nourishment" that can increase strength, a fresh and juicy "fruit," just waiting for him to cut through the layers of mist, to search, and to harvest. The interior of the Fairy Ancient City is many times larger than what can be seen from the outside, and the roads are as complex as a maze.

The only things that can serve as directional guides are the enormous gray stone pillars standing in the ancient city.

Ronan didn't know what the stone pillars represented, but he instinctively moved closer to them.

As he searched for his next opponent, he absorbed the mysterious specks of light floating in the air.

Although the increase in Soul Power provided by the light spot was very small, even a mosquito's leg is still meat. Ronan could feel his Soul Power slowly but steadily approaching a certain critical point... "Over there!"

Ronan, who was strolling along, suddenly stopped at a certain moment as he caught a trace of magical fluctuations in the vicinity.

Just as Ronan was about to approach, he suddenly frowned and reached out to take out a badge hidden inside the "Itai".

The badges, with their simple openwork patterns, were now flashing a faint blue light, much like Communication Stone.

Ronan held the badge in his hand, channeling his mental energy into it, and could vaguely sense an aura constantly approaching him.

He's a member of the Blue Mist Society.

Ronan's eyes flickered as he considered whether to meet up with the other party, but the other party was very fast, appearing in his field of vision in just a few breaths.

——

He was a handsome young man with blue hair, and his robes were printed with a pattern of glowing hands.

Ronan couldn't help but frown.

It could have been any one of the Blue Mist Society members who approached him, so why did it have to be this guy?

It Claire, a young wizard from the mid-sized wizarding faction "The Magic Power Hand," who had a rather strained relationship with Orian within the Blue Mist Society had even opposed his joining! (Requesting guaranteed monthly votes; one more chapter today, the battle for survival is about to begin! Thank you!)