Third Level Completion, Departure, Silver Tea Party

"Okay Valitz, I'll definitely Valitz next time."

Moriel answered expressionlessly.

The handsome young man, whose face was covered in golden lines and whose orange-red hair was studded with gold strands, shook his head helplessly. He didn't say anything more, but simply took out something and showed it to Moriel.

It was a semi-transparent crystal ball filled with a large amount of black smoke, which occasionally transformed into a painfully distorted male face.

If Ronan were here, he might recognize that the soul of the man sealed inside the crystal ball was exactly the same as the Purple-haired Middle-aged Wizard from the [Resurrection Society] who had previously chased him and burned the entire Homer Blue Town to the ground.

Upon seeing the man's appearance, Moriel's beautiful eyes flashed with a sharp light, but then her brows furrowed, and she couldn't help but ask, "Where's the other one? Where's that damned level 5 [Resurrection Society] member wearing the [Abyss Demon] Armor?"

"It's a pity, Moriel."

The handsome young man shook his head and said, "I was a bit careless. I wasn't paying attention and that little guy slipped away. I barely managed to keep one of his arms..."

"You're useless, Valitz."

Moriel glared at the handsome young man before her, gritting her teeth as she said, "It's because you always do this that those people don't take us seriously at all. If Phoenix's glory doesn't fall, Vivian won't die!"

Moriel screamed hysterically, and all the emotions that had been suppressed and buried deep in her heart exploded at this moment.

Some thin, golden flames shot out from her body, instantly scorching the surrounding grass, air, and the horses lying on the ground into charcoal.

Moriel's pupils also turned into an eerie golden-red, releasing a noble and ancient aura, which faintly transformed into a feathered crown behind her. Just as Moriel's emotions were about to spiral out of control, all the sparse fire-elemental free energy particles in the world instantly converged, condensing into a huge and dazzling ring of fire. Suddenly, an even more powerful and boundless invisible force appeared.

With a whoosh, all the strange phenomena were extinguished.

"I'm sorry, Moriel."

The handsome young man spread his arms and gently embraced Moriel. The golden flames licked and flickered on his neck and cheeks, but could not cause him any harm. At this moment, his eyes were filled with deep regret.

"I didn't know it would have such a big impact on you. I'm willing to make amends for my mistakes..."

"I know a few hidden strongholds of the [Resurrection Society]. Would you be interested in going with me to check them out?"

After a long silence, a muffled soft "hmm" came from my arms.

The handsome young man immediately let out a long sigh of relief.

He released his hands, leaned down slightly, and looked at Moriel with utmost tenderness.

"It seems this whole affair wasn't all bad; your bloodline is almost awakened to a level close to mine."

"Time flies. I still remember the first time I saw you. You were just a baby, lying in Menier's arms."

The handsome young man's words seemed to remind Moriel of something, and her eyes flickered slightly, but she quickly concealed it.

"That's enough Valitz. Sometimes you're being so fussy, it's like you're a sissy..."

Moriel dodged the handsome young man's hand that was trying to touch her cheek and said coldly, "When are we leaving? If you want me to be in a better mood, you'd better hurry up."

The handsome young man sighed helplessly yet indulgently, then his expression returned to calm as he turned his gaze toward the direction behind Moriel.

He raised a finger, and a cluster of pale golden flames silently ignited at his fingertip.

"What do you want to do?!"

Moriel sensed the coldness emanating from the handsome young man, her expression changed slightly, and she spoke hastily.

"Erase all traces of your existence in this place? And that guy who had a coexistence contract with you for a while?"

The handsome young man looked at Moriel with some surprise, frowning as he said, "I smell the scent of Rotten Snow on you. I think you must have had enough by now... My poor little Moriel, you've really suffered."

No! Don't!

Moriel pressed down on the handsome young man's finger. "I mean, at least not now."

She took a deep breath and said quickly, "This guy is so annoying, I want to kill him myself. But not now, I need to go back and think of some interesting ways to torture him."

Under the handsome young man's bewildered and confused gaze, Moriel pretended to be nonchalant.

After a long while, the handsome young man finally lowered his hand and chose to compromise.

"Okay. I'll do whatever you say."

Upon hearing this, Moriel breathed a sigh of relief.

She walked forward impatiently, urging, "Hurry up Valitz! I hate your dawdling!"

The handsome young man in gorgeous clothes watched Moriel's retreating figure, then glanced in the direction she had come from, shook his head, and finally transformed into a burst of dissipating flames, enveloping Moriel and disappearing into thin air.

The place returned to calm once more, as if nothing had ever happened, except for the scorched earth remaining on the ground.

"Bite--"

It sounded like the crisp, clear sound of the finest crystal glasses clinking together.

Ronan slowly opened his eyes, waking from his meditative state.

At this moment, within his Consciousness Space, nine light gold, diamond-like Spiritual Power Crystal were shining brightly.

Five of the Spiritual Power Crystal contained sealed runes, while the remaining four were pure and translucent.

On the Character Panel, Ronan's Strength Progress is displayed as: [Third Level Formal Wizard: 100%]

Theoretically speaking, he is now capable of attempting to reach the level of Level Four Dawn Wizard.

"I wonder how far I am from being a true genius in terms of my current soul aptitude?"

Ronan looked down at his right hand and muttered to himself.

Only he himself knows how much he has improved.

Replenishing one's spiritual power is only the most superficial manifestation; the greatest improvement lies in the essence of the soul.

According to the ancient wizarding system, the first to third levels of the mist stage are merely the foundational stages for wizards. The real difference between wizards lies in the Dawn.

Having gone through the battle for the Talent Seat Helamus, Ronan's spiritual foundation was greatly strengthened.

Throughout the entire Southern Wizard World, probably no wizard has ever received such a tremendous boost as him, after all, he completed a bloody battle and defeated a number of opponents that most people could not even dream of.

The more arduous the process, the greater the ultimate benefit.

Now that the problem of incomplete soul fusion caused by the soul transfer has been resolved, and most of the soul impurities have been removed, if Ronan were to go back and test his talent now, the result would definitely be much better than before.

"The improvement in my soul's aptitude has greatly enhanced my intelligence."

In Ronan's understanding, the concept of "intelligence" is not entirely equivalent to "wisdom," but rather represents the ability to learn and understand, the ability to absorb and digest new knowledge, the frequency of inspiration, and so on.

When he was First Level Wizard, he consumed six bottles of "Murphetira's Kiss," which greatly enhanced his intelligence. With the blessing of the [[Clarity Realm]], his learning and thinking abilities, if not unparalleled among his peers, were at least unmatched by wizards of the same level.

Now, Ronan's "intelligence" level has improved significantly.

He felt that his brain was now almost as active as it had been after he activated the [[Clarity Realm]].

This improvement is of great help to Ronan, meaning that he can greatly shorten the process of analyzing the inherited runes in the Helamus Law Adept Arm Ring, and can also optimize and upgrade his own spell system more easily.

After two purifications of his spiritual power, Ronan's soul has now been restored, and his spiritual power is now more than a hundred times stronger than that of a wizard of the same level.

Based on his understanding of Dawn -level wizards, Ronan estimated that his total mental energy was now comparable to that of a typical Level Four Wizard. He simply couldn't add an elemental effect to the mental energy he released, like Level Four Dawn Wizard.

This is something that even Serena, who once entered the "Mist Forbidden Zone" and condensed her tenth Spiritual Power Crystal, could not match.

"And I still have room for improvement."

"If I can raise my Master Level proficiency in [Basic Meditation Technique] to over 1,500 points at the Third Level Wizard stage, allowing my mental power to undergo a third purification, even if I can't set foot in the 'Mist Forbidden Zone,' my mental power alone will far surpass that of the top wizarding geniuses in the central region."

Ronan took a deep breath and slowly stood up from the ground.

The unparalleled spiritual power brought with it an incredibly terrifying spiritual pressure. Even though Ronan had tried his best to control it, the void around his body naturally formed a striking sense of distortion and collapse.

A large number of free energy particles in the air spontaneously gathered and condensed into a thick energy barrier around him. The strength of this naturally formed energy field was almost comparable to the [Protection] spells cast by a typical Third Level Wizard.

"The soul is the eternal home."

Looking at the natural [Protection] force field outside his body, which was many times stronger than before, Ronan suddenly had a deeper understanding of this phrase that he had been familiar with since his apprenticeship.

Wizards pursue the power of the soul not because physical strength is useless, but because strengthening the soul is the most cost-effective path.

The soul is the foundation of everything, and spiritual power originates from the soul. In addition to offense, spiritual power can also provide oneself with powerful defense.

The benefits of physical training or physical transformation are not as significant as the slight improvement in mental strength.

Certainly.

All of this is predicated on the premise that one's mental strength has always had enough room for improvement.

Once spiritual cultivation hits a bottleneck, physical cultivation might be able to find another way.

Ronan slightly dispersed his mental energy, and an invisible ripple spread out, instantly permeating the entire Damien family castle.

To his surprise, he discovered many people with "wizard potential" among the Daimien Family, including even his father Felesha Earl.

Before this, he had clearly checked everyone, and they were all "acquired" wizarding talents.

"Is it because of the radiation of soul power when my soul underwent a mutation?"

"This 'radiation' seems to be limited to my clansmen who share the same bloodline."

Ronan seemed to have gained a deeper understanding of the concept of "bloodline" inheritance.

He spread his mental energy to a range of nearly ten miles around the castle, but he still couldn't find Moriel.

Within their souls, the symbiotic connection was also severed.

It seems that during his seclusion, Moriel was taken away and the problem of their souls merging was completely resolved.

The result was far better than he had expected.

There was no retaliation.

Moriel left quietly, and all the contingency plans he had prepared beforehand were never needed.

However, Ronan felt a strange sense of loss.

Over this period of time, he seemed to have gotten used to Moriel being by his side, even though just a few months ago he had wanted to snap that guy's neck countless times.

"This must be because of what Evaqu said, the remnants of the soul."

"What a pity... I couldn't get the legendary Phoenix Bloodline for free..."

Ronan calmed the turmoil of emotions welling up inside him and regained his composure.

He took out several Communication Stones that he hadn't used in a long time from his Space Ring and examined them one by one.

Then, with a light step, he appeared in the sky outside the castle in the blink of an eye.

With the question of the soul resolved, it was time for Ronan to leave.

He didn't say goodbye to anyone, and it's highly likely he'll never come back here again.

Nothing in this world is eternal. Even those ancient wizards who once shone in the heavens were eventually swallowed up by the river of time, let alone a small worldly family.

He had done everything he could for the Daimien Family; perhaps it would rise to prominence, or perhaps it would decline. But none of that mattered to him.

He still has his own path to walk; everything is just beginning.

"Now that Moriel has left safely, the real headaches are for those members of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society."

Judging from Moriel's personality, you can guess that the person behind her isn't exactly kind-hearted.

"In the coming period, the Southern Wizard World will actually be the safest."

As Ronan pondered this, his figure gradually disappeared into the horizon.

"Still no news of Damien?"

Silver Magic Ring.

At the top of the magnificent Silver White High Tower, resembling an iron throne, eight ring masters, led by the first ring master of the Silver Magic Ring, stood on a slowly rotating metal ring, discussing something in hushed tones.

"No."

Kosti shook her head and replied softly, "He doesn't seem to want to be disturbed, nor does he want anyone to know where he is."

"Is it possible to forcibly recall him through a contract?"

Someone frowned and spoke up.

Do you think we have the ability to protect him?

Kosti's eyes turned cold, and she replied aggressively.

Just as the speaker was about to retort, a voice rang out softly.

"I have already informed the teacher."

Kosti's expression stiffened slightly, but the next second she saw the First Ring Master turn around, looking at her with a gentle expression, and say, "Teacher is very happy and attaches great importance to this."

He has made it clear that he will send someone to pick up Damien and take him to the Midlands, and is even willing to take him under his wing and personally teach him. And us..."

The First Ring Master's gaze swept over the crowd before him, his tone calm yet tinged with an inexplicable emotion as he spoke, word by word, "They will also be qualified to return as 'Outstanding Person'."

In an instant, all the Ring Masters present, except for Kosti and the plant-type witch who had joined the Arcane Circle and was originally from the Thorn Palace, couldn't help but show a hint of excitement on their faces.

As members of the "Elemental Magic Ring," they have been away from the Central Region for far too long.

So long that they had almost forgotten why they had come to the south in the first place.

Sometimes going back is not an easy thing. If it is not at the right time, even if they go back, they will soon be abandoned and neglected. In that case, it is better to stay in the south.

Now, a perfect opportunity has finally presented itself to them, and it would be a lie to say they weren't excited and overjoyed.

Kosti, however, showed no joy whatsoever; her eyes flickered, as if she wanted to say something.

At this moment, the First Ring Master changed his tone and said, "It will take some time for the people from the teacher's side to arrive."

Before that, there were some minor troubles that we had to solve ourselves.

Before he finished speaking, everyone, including Kosti, felt the light and shadows projected from above suddenly change.

Everyone subconsciously looked up, and immediately sensed a powerful and intense mental pressure rolling towards them.

He's Dawn- level wizard!

And there was more than one! Everyone's expression changed slightly as they saw huge Magic Airship emerging from all corners of the sky like floating whales.

On each airship, there was a powerful figure radiating light, like the blazing sun.

Streams of spiritual energy at the Dawn Rank poured down from all directions, scattering the clouds in the sky and kneading the void into countless transparent, ripple-like waves.

An old, deep voice, like thunder, boomed through the Sky Dome.

"Silver Magic Ring, Manuel. Do you remember that tea party we agreed upon three hundred years ago? We have come to keep our promise."