Wizard Rona and the Primordial Star Book

Before gaining recognition from the Helamus Inheritance, Ronan was unable to "see" the full picture of the [Law Control], making this idea impossible. However, now, there is a glimmer of hope that it might come true.

However, Ronan faces two major challenges in accomplishing this.

First, the [Law Control] rune is profound and difficult to understand, the most obscure Ronan has ever seen, even surpassing the mysterious Space Rune that he obtained in the Ancient Mirror Garden secret realm, which was constantly breaking and reassembling.

To fully understand and comprehend it, and then condense it, is undoubtedly a huge undertaking that requires a long period of accumulation, but it is not impossible.

What truly made Ronan frown was another issue—

His Spiritual Power Crystal could not withstand the inscription of the [Law Control] rune!

Ronan had made some attempts to inscribe the [Law Control] rune within a single Spiritual Power Crystal, akin to planting an entire garden of blooming flowers on a single grain of wheat! Moreover, his Spiritual Power Crystal was too "fragile," utterly unable to withstand the [Law Control] rune's hundredfold amplification upon activation! [Multiple Mirror Lights] merely attempted to push [Hecalto's Ancient Devour] to [four heads] and [five heads], infinitely approaching the level of the Forbidden Law Domain, and it couldn't withstand the collapse. One can imagine the pressure required for a hundredfold amplification.

It can only be said that Helamus's magical talent was unparalleled in the world!

"I can only hope that after my [Basic Meditation Technique reaches Master Level proficiency of 1,500 points, and my mental energy undergoes three purifications, I can meet the requirements."

If all else fails, Ronan can only hope that the [Basic Meditation Technique] above the Master Level can continue to bring about the purification effect of mental energy, but that may have to wait until he advances to Dawn.

After reaching the fourth level of Wizardry, the nine Spiritual Power Crystal merge into one, forming a "Primal Spirit Embryo." The strength of both spiritual energy and Soul Power can be greatly enhanced, and Soul Rune can still be inscribed.

The inscription must be completed before level four. The runes inscribed on the Spiritual Power Crystal can increase the spirituality and quality of the "Primal Spirit Embryo", thereby improving the grade of the "Primal Spirit" that will be conceived later. The [Law Control] rune is of extremely high grade. If the inscription can be completed before level four, it will greatly enhance the potential of Ronan's future Primal Spirit.

Ronan was determined to fight for something that concerned the very foundation of the primordial spirit, no matter what.

Serena and Moriel showed Ronan how vast the world was. He came from humble beginnings, and if he wanted to compete with the top wizarding geniuses in the Middle Ring Continent, he would have no chance without doing his best in every step he took in the Lower Ring Continent.

"Fate can only be in our own hands."

Ronan's eyes were calm, but his will was stronger than ever before.

After fully inheriting the will left by Helamus within the Law Control Armlet, Ronan's consciousness also underwent some changes.

He casually flicked a speck of Itai from his fingertip, Itai fell to the floor, instantly transforming into a magnificent silver mirror as tall as a person.

Ronan got up, slowly walked to the silver mirror, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Before leaving the attic where he had spent three years in arduous practice in the Silver Magic Ring, he looked in the mirror once in the same spot.

Now, more than half a year has passed, and the person in the mirror seems to have changed again.

His appearance and figure have not changed much, but his temperament has become much more reserved and cold.

His eyes had deepened in color at some point, with a hint of purple tinged into the azure, like ice crystals floating in a frozen lake, deep and sharp with an unsettling Keen Edge.

Calm, assertive, proud. These are the qualities Ronan saw in the person in the mirror and in their eyes.

"The cruelty and tyranny of the Ancient Frost, the innocence and romance of the Golden Country, and the ambition and arrogance of the Magic Controller."

Ronan looked at himself in the mirror. As he carried more and more inheritance and will, he gradually became different from his original self.

Every person, every spell, every rune he came into contact with influenced him to some degree.

In the future, he may become a different person.

Ronan gently stroked his cheek and whispered.

"I am who I am."

"My path, before, now, and in the future, will be dictated by no one."

After fully merging with the remaining soul of his predecessor "Ronan," this was probably Ronan's greatest gain.

An unprecedented, incredibly clear, and incredibly firm self-awareness.

For a wizard, this is far more important than any powerful lineage.

The metallic silver mirror melted before Ronan, transforming back into Itai and being stored in Ronan robes.

Ronan has always believed that the greatest value of a magical artifact lies in its core runes.

He has now obtained the core rune of Helamus's Magic Armband, and the remaining armbands themselves are no longer something he cannot part with.

"The effect of the [Law Control] rune in a single armband is already so exaggerated. I wonder how outrageous and terrifying it will be when the entire [Magic Controller] set of magical artifacts is collected?"

I wonder what the core runes are like in the other [Magic Controller] artifact set pieces.

Ronan thought to himself, of course, that all of this was too far away for him right now.

In contrast, the [Golden Country] legacy of the Schubert Alchemist the only powerful legacy he can currently see and touch.

The battle against Zephyrin, the genius wizard of the Star School, has fully demonstrated the terrifying power of the Golden Country's heritage.

With just a simple combination of the three spells [Black Steel Touch], [Silver Body], and [Brass Head], the most basic [Spirit Maya] spell body was summoned, and its power was enough to overwhelm Zephyrin's [Star Prime Minister]! Of course, this result was also related to the fact that Ronan's mental strength far exceeded that of his opponent.

But this is enough to prove the power of this Spell Inheritance.

He hadn't even comprehended a corresponding Extraordinary Magic Domain, nor had he ignited the "Golden Fire" of [Spirit Maya].

"After Dawn, the Golden Country may be my greatest asset."

As Ronan was thinking, "creak—"

I heard the sound of a door opening behind me.

He quietly turned around and saw Kosti's figure slowly emerge from behind a small, shimmering door.

The two stared at each other in silence. Kosti stood in front of the small door, looking at him with an indescribable, complex expression.

From Ronan's perspective, at this moment, Kosti was rapidly shedding the "maternal" instincts she had always shown him, and instead displaying a range of emotions he had never sensed in her before, such as the bewilderment, awkwardness, and shyness typical of girls her age.

This feeling was wonderful; it made Kosti seem like a completely different person in Ronan's eyes all of a sudden.

"Damien".

After hesitating for a long time, Kosti finally "mustered up her courage" and came up to him, calling his name softly.

"Have the people from the Star School left?"

Ronan tried to speak to Kosti in the most natural tone possible to make her less "nervous".

"They're gone."

Kosti nodded, but quickly shook her head.

Ronan frowned in confusion when he heard Kosti say quickly, "There's someone who wants to see you."

"Who?"

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Kosti was about to answer when she tightly shut her mouth, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly, and roughly guessed the other party's identity.

"I see."

He had anticipated a similar situation and wasn't surprised; he simply nodded calmly. "Now? Where is he?"

Kosti stepped aside to reveal the small door behind her, saying, "You'll see it once you go out from here."

Ronan nodded and slowly walked towards the small, luminous door that Kosti had come through.

The two brushed past each other, and just as Ronan was about to step through the small door, Kosti suddenly spoke, "Damien."

Ronan turned his head and saw Kosti looking at him with an unusually firm gaze, saying, "The Arcane Circle and I are both behind you."

Ronan didn't answer, but just smiled faintly before disappearing through the small door.

Stepping through the small door, Ronan keenly sensed the fluctuations in space and the Rune Array in an instant.

When he came to his senses, his eyes widened in surprise as he was struck by what he saw before him: a beautiful and mysterious night sky.

Starlight poured down from all directions, and occasionally a shooting star streaked across the sky, leaving behind a trail of brilliance.

Beneath this starry sky, there exists a small, gray floating island. The island is empty, except for a figure sitting cross-legged, seemingly waiting for him.

A magical illusionary space.

This wasn't the first time Ronan had seen such an illusion; the Myriad Treasure Orb contained countless similar illusions, some even appearing more real than this one.

Ronan's mental energy spread out in all directions, but he couldn't reach the edge of this illusion at all. It was as if he was really in a boundless space, which surprised him a little.

However, Ronan did not delve into this point for long. He calmed his mind and walked step by step through the void toward the floating island ahead.

After a short time, Ronan landed on the floating island and gradually approached the figure in the center. He saw an old man wearing a wide gray robe, with snow-white hair and beard, wearing a pointed wizard's hat, and a long wooden staff resting on his knees.

When he looked up at Ronan felt as if he were instantly pierced through by those deep gray eyes. He sensed the wisdom that had accumulated over time emanating from the other man, who seemed like a true "sage," exuding an incomparably composed and wise demeanor.

Ronan walked up slowly and bowed calmly before the old man in the gray robe.

Even though he inherited Helamus's pride, he still maintained his own sense of awe.

"The Wizard of Rona".

Ronan pronounced the other person's name.

In the South, Ronan could only think of one person whom the Silver Magic Ring could never refuse on his behalf.

The leader of the Star School, and the only Level Five Wizard in the south, Rona. Olan. Gabmonger.

He is usually respectfully referred to as the Wizard of Rona.

Rona, dressed in grey robes, squinted, his aged face etched with wrinkles, and looked at Ronan with an almost benevolent gaze.

He didn't speak, he just extended his hand.

Ronan, palms up, followed ancient wizarding etiquette, lightly touching his ring and middle fingers together, then lifted the hem of his robe with both hands and slowly sat cross-legged in front of the other person.

"Play a game of chess with me."

After Ronan was seated, Rona in Ronan grey robes spoke. His voice, though aged, was magnetic and seemed to possess a special power that was both comforting and irresistible.

Ronan nodded slightly, and Rona in his grey robe swept his sleeve across the empty space between them.

Fine, starlight, like dust, fell from the sleeves of his robe. As it landed, the starlight solidified and gradually transformed into "pebbles" of various shapes.

Ronan looked at the scattered stones on the ground, unsure whether it was some kind of ancient or new game, and Rona didn't seem to want to explain.

Ronan thought for a moment, then tried to use his mental power to move a pebble on the ground.

The pebble-like chess piece rolled several times, and suddenly a radiant light spun above its head.

He looked up and realized that as he manipulated the "chess pieces" in front of him, the stars in the sky above him would also change their positions accordingly.

Each pebble corresponds to a star, the stars are the pieces, and the entire starry sky is the chessboard.

Ronan realized this, and his eyes flickered. The gray-robed Rona noticed his realization and smiled, narrowing his eyes at him.

"So what are the rules?"

Ronan seemed to be deep in thought, his mind completely calmed down, and he slowly immersed himself in the "chess game" in front of him.

Under the eternal starry night, a handsome young man intently fiddled with the scattered pebbles in front of him, his eyes constantly revealing a thoughtful light, occasionally looking up at the starry sky above.

An old man in a gray robe and white beard sat opposite him, occasionally reaching out to poke at a pebble on the ground, but most of the time he was focused on the young man playing chess with him.

The starry sky alternates between brilliance and dimness, the stars shift and the light and shadow change, and time slips away quietly like fine sand flowing through one's fingers.

I don't know how much time passed, but when all the changes of light and darkness stopped, the starry sky returned to peace and tranquility, and the sound of soft breathing echoed under the night sky.

"I lost."

Ronan spoke calmly.

Turning his gaze away from the "chess game" before him, a deep weariness appeared between his brows, but even more so, a novel joy he had never experienced before, along with a faint sense of lingering attachment and reluctance to leave.

Ronan thought for a moment, then reached out and took off the armband he was wearing on his right arm, gently placing it in front of Rona in his grey robe.

The latter didn't say anything, but simply picked up the armband and examined it closely.

"Helamus likes young people who are as energetic and unstoppable as he is. I am old, and no matter how charming they are, they are not suitable for me."

Rona sighed softly, gently raising his hand, and the armlet fell back into Ronan's grasp.

Ronan frowned slightly. "So you really just want to see me?"

"Not entirely, I also have my own selfish thoughts."

Rona shook his head, then quickly laughed again, "But now that's over, let's go back to the game we were just playing."

He casually changed the subject, reaching into the sleeve of his robe as he said to Ronan, "You're even smarter than I expected. For a wizard who's just started using Star Chart Deduction, your performance is quite impressive. Actually, it's not a real game of chess, so there's no such thing as winning or losing."

As he spoke, Rona took his hand out of the sleeve of his robe, and there was something else in his hand.

It was a thick book with a black cover. He handed the Black Leather Book to Ronan and said softly, "Let's record it in this book."

Ronan took the book with both hands and looked at the plain black cover, where suddenly some purple, constantly moving specks of light appeared.

These points of light trace beautiful and wonderful paths on the paper, constantly forming various patterns, some complex and some simple.

Ronan's mind was unknowingly drawn to those trajectory patterns, and he became deeply engrossed in them.

When he couldn't resist reaching out to touch the book cover, in an instant, some ancient and mysterious messages rushed into his mind.

Ronan's body trembled slightly. He suddenly looked up, stared intently at Rona in front of him, and blurted out.

"The Primordial Star Book?!"