Seventy-Two Years! The Eleventh Spiritual Power Crystal!

Ronan could sense the Golden Ladybug slowly draining his Soul Power.

However, the amount absorbed is very small, and because of the Master and Servant contract, he can stop this behavior at any time.

This looks like a way for the other person to recharge.

Ronan didn't "disrupt" the other person's absorption, and instead felt relaxed.

Even simple communication of consciousness is exhausting, and he needs to rely on himself to "survive." Clearly, Alazan's soul has weakened to a very low level, which explains why he was willing to sign a Master and Servant contract.

Ronan wasn't actually that opposed to the fact that there was an ancient old man's soul inside his body.

As the former leader of the ancient shamans, Alazan's experience and wisdom, aside from his magical and spiritual heritage, are also an immense treasure.

Now that the contract is signed, Ronan has complete control. If he can figure out a way, he might be able to extract more benefits from Alazan than he imagines.

"You can show respect overtly, but you still need to be wary of them behind the scenes."

"This ancient relic, who has lived for countless years, possesses a level of wisdom and cunning far beyond my reach."

The phrase "seeking help from a tiger" might not be an accurate description of Ronan's current situation with Alazan.

But he never believed in free lunches. The more advantageous a situation was for him, the more cautious he needed to be.

After calmly considering the situation, Ronan took out a paper bluebird from his Space Ring, gently rubbed it in his hand, and soon the paper bird "came to life," transforming into a real bluebird and quickly flying out of the cave.

This was a communication tool that Kosti gave him when he left the South, used to contact the wizards of the "Elemental Magic Ring".

Now that things are settled in Evaqu, Ronan should prepare to head to the Elemental Magic Ring.

He checked the map and found that he was actually quite close to the Life Royal Court, but he didn't know exactly where the Elemental Magic Ring was located in the Life Royal Court, and he didn't know how long it would take to get there if he traveled quickly.

The bluebird flies away and, after receiving a reply, will return to retrieve it.

The time required for this process varies depending on the length of the journey, and it is far less convenient and faster than using Communication Stone. However, the advantage is that communication no longer needs to rely on a communication tower, and information can be delivered properly no matter where it is or how far away it is.

After sending the message, Ronan reassessed his current situation.

The physical injuries have almost healed, but the life energy consumed has not been fully recovered.

The battle in the Hall of Spirits Space proved that the idea of using the [Spiral Palace] to strengthen the physical body was indeed feasible, and the effect even far exceeded Ronan's original expectations.

Moreover, this is only the First Spiral Palace. Theoretically speaking, the Spiral Palace system obtained from the "Comb-boned Demon Snail" can be stacked infinitely.

[First Spiral Palace], [Second Spiral Palace]... [Tenth Spiral Palace], [Hundred Spiral Palaces]... and even [Ten Thousand Spiral Palaces]! The Demon Snail Maze has no end! As his strength grows, Ronan now needs to learn more and more inheritances, both on his Character Panel and those not displayed.

Time is precious, and as he calmed himself to prepare for his cultivation journey, his mind was involuntarily drawn to the Black Dandelion that had accompanied Alazan in his Consciousness Space.

After hesitating for a moment, Ronan finally succumbed to his intense curiosity and couldn't help but gently touch it with his consciousness.

A black petal fell from a dandelion.

In an instant, Ronan's consciousness was rapidly "absorbed" into the petal.

"Ronan!"

"Ronan!"

Hearing a series of clear children's voices calling his name, Ronan struggled to open his eyes.

The warm sunlight shone directly on his face, making the light particularly dazzling.

"He's awake! He's awake!!"

"That scared me to death! I thought this guy was dead!"

"What an idiot, falling off the haystack and landing headfirst..."

Amidst cheers and jeers tinged with disdain and mockery, Ronan finally got a clear look at his surroundings.

He was lying on a straw mat made of a pile of wheat straw, surrounded by dirty, malnourished, and tender faces.

A small face covered in red freckles was very close to him, and thick yellow snot hanging from its nose was almost falling onto his nose.

Ronan suddenly stood up, and the action brought back a feeling of extreme discomfort and weakness.

Soon, he was shocked to discover that he had "shrunk" back to the body of a child.

Her hands and feet were very thin, and she looked to be only six or seven years old at most.

Damn it!

Ronan's face immediately turned extremely ugly.

"Alazan!"

He gritted his teeth and uttered a name.

His sudden "rebirth" into a six- or seven-year-old child is obviously the work of Alazan.

Before he lost consciousness, he had only tried to touch the Black Dandelion flower that Alazan had left in his Consciousness Space, a flower representing the inheritance of souls.

He thought he had been careful enough when facing Alazan, but he still fell into his trap! "What is this guy talking about? Has he damaged his brain?"

"Oh! Little Ronan from the pig farmer's house has broken his brain! Little Ronan from the pig farmer's house has broken his brain!"

"Looks like we'll have to call him Ronan the Fool from now on!"

"You idiot Ronan!"

The children who had formed a circle around Ronan saw his strange behavior and all showed gloating expressions. They laughed and joked around him for a while, and then ran happily away into the distance.

It was as if they couldn't wait to pass the message on to everyone.

Only one person remained.

It was the freckled child who had almost dripped snot onto Ronan's face earlier. Only when she spoke did Ronan realize that this sallow-faced, thin girl with a messy head of golden, bird's nest-like hair was actually a girl.

"Ronan, are you really stupid from the fall?"

The freckled girl looked worried and tried to reach out to touch Ronan's head, but after Ronan quickly dodged her hand, she immediately burst into tears.

Wow— Gina's going to marry a fool!

Gina doesn't want to be the bride of a stupid pig farmer!

Ronan tried to calm the girl down, but she cried even harder and avoided him as if he were a plague.

Ronan simply ignored her and, clutching his throbbing head, walked away with a sullen face.

Night falls.

The night sky is filled with stars.

"What happened to the child? Let's take him to the vet tomorrow. He cured Old Pick's refusal to eat last time, so maybe he can help Ronan with his problem?"

"Yes, he even had to eat half of the pig's offal for that! I don't have any extra food to pay for his medical consultation, especially since this is another case of treating someone else."

"We can't just watch Ronan turn into an idiot, can we? My poor child, boohoo."

"What does it matter if I'm smart or not, as long as I can learn to be a good pig farmer? Go to sleep, damn it, life is bad enough as it is, don't make me upset over this little thing."

From the dark mud house came the sounds of a man's complaints and a woman's weeping. Ronan lay in the filthy, smelly pigsty, his head resting on damp straw, gazing up at the starry sky above.

His face was ashen, and his mood was extremely bad.

Everything around him felt incredibly real, and after half a day of "exploration," he finally understood his current identity.

His Ronan, the son of the pig farmer Ronan. He had no surname, as did everyone in this poor and backward village.

When the man in the house who refused to trade half a pig's offal for a healthy brain for his own son dies, he will inherit the prefix "pig herder" and become the new pig herder Ronan.

By then, he might have already had a son, who might be named Ronan, or perhaps something else entirely. None of that mattered! What mattered was that—in the past half-day, he had tried meditation, tried all the basic methods of a wizard, but to no avail.

Let alone the profound and complex [Primordial Star Meditation Technique], even the [Basic Meditation Technique], which has been mastered to the point of being instinctive, cannot be done.

He couldn't sense any trace of free energy particles in the air.

Even the Character Panel that had been firmly bound to him since he transmigrated had disappeared!

"What ancient and bizarre method could allow an old, nearly decaying soul to so easily seize the powerful will of a peak level three wizard?!"

Ronan murmured to himself, reaching out to the night sky as if he could grasp the stars in his hands.

Suddenly, an even greater sense of fear arose in his heart.

Or perhaps...

"Everything I experienced before, everything about wizards, was just a dream before the real time travel arrived?!"

"Or... was the time travel a hoax, and from beginning to end I was just a pig farmer's son? Is everything now the real reality?!"

These two guesses made Ronan almost tremble; nothing in the world could terrify him more.

Everything he once knew had abandoned him, and he was plunged into an indescribable and immense despair.

He was filled with immense sorrow and confusion. Everything around him felt like a sharp sword piercing his heart.

He tried to curl up, trying to avoid the omnipresent cold and darkness. His fingers dug deep into his dirty, matted hair, scratching his scalp until it bled, until Dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight fell on his small figure in the pigsty.

Ronan raised his head, his bloodshot eyes facing the direction of the rising sun, and suddenly a flame was ignited by the sunlight! Confusion and despair were swept away in that moment, and Ronan stood up.

He walked out of the pigsty, ran out of the village, and walked barefoot into the golden distance in the morning mist. On this day, something not so big happened in the village—the pig farmer's son suddenly disappeared after suffering a head injury and never returned. Because of this, the blacksmith's daughter Gina, cried for an entire afternoon, because she was only six years old and had already become a "widow".

From then on, a homeless boy named Ronan Damien was born on this land.

The following year, people called him a "thief," a "pickpocket," and a "shameless thief."

In his third year, he became a naive and inept bard.

Later, the bard joined an adventurer's party and became an apprentice mercenary whose height was not even as tall as the hilt of other people's swords.

Later, after countless years, with graying temples, Ronan, revered as a "legend" by his admirers, cursed as a "mad dog" by his enemies, and mocked as a "charlatan" by busybodies, never gave up his pursuit of everything about wizards. After his countless and final attempt at meditation, he finally collapsed and died beside a burning campfire, clutching his worn-out longsword.

"This body... may truly lack the potential to become a wizard."

On his deathbed, Ronan whispered the words he had told himself countless times.

In a daze, he saw a beautiful Golden Ladybug, like a shooting star or a firework, flashing quickly before his eyes with a "rustling" sound.

Inside the quiet and secluded cave, Ronan slowly opened his eyes.

A brief moment of confusion flashed through his clear, jewel-like blue eyes, followed by a deep sense of vicissitude that seemed completely at odds with his appearance.

Ronan's lips moved slightly; he felt thirsty and hungry, as if he hadn't eaten or drunk anything for a long time.

But these physical discomforts could not diminish his inner satisfaction and joy at this moment.

"I"

"Finally back."

The voice that came from his mouth was hoarse and dry, yet it conveyed an unprecedented persistence and determination.

An aged voice slowly echoed in his mind.

"You shouldn't have tried it when I wasn't there."

Ronan didn't speak. The voice paused for a moment, then continued with some complexity, "But your performance has indeed far exceeded my expectations."

Most wizards who undertake spiritual cultivation for the first time succumb to the pressures within the first three years of the 'Reincarnation Dream Realm,' their will collapses, and they choose to commit suicide and withdraw. The best performer only managed to last until the fifth year.

How long did I stay inside?

Ronan spoke as if asking a completely unrelated question.

Alazan was silent for a moment, then replied, "Seventy-two years."

"Has it been that long?"

Ronan murmured, the vicissitudes and sense of age in his eyes gradually fading away, replaced by the youthful vigor and vitality that once filled him.

He looked around and saw a paper bluebird perched crookedly on the muddy ground beside him.

Ronan reached out and picked up the bluebird, read the reply inside, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "How much time has passed in reality?"

"Seventy-two days. Two months."

"Two months"

Ronan's eyes flickered for a moment, then he calmly said, "So, this is your core inheritance as the leader of all spirits? The 'Spirit Heart Amber,' its effect is to give me a dream that feels as long as seventy-two years within two months? The only benefit is that it makes my will as a wizard much stronger?"

"Hehe."

A beautiful Golden Ladybug flew out of Ronan's body and danced wildly in front of him, while Alazan's laughter rang in his ears.

"Benefits? Your gains are only just beginning."

No sooner had Alazan finished speaking than a strange and immense surge of soul energy erupted from a deep part of Ronan's body.

Enveloping him in his seventy-two years as "Ronan, the son of a pig farmer," every frame, every scene, suddenly merged into his soul.

"Snap—"

In an instant, the eleventh Spiritual Power Crystal quietly formed within his Consciousness Space!

This chapter is supplementary.