Eternal Amber! Every One of Us Has Been Eagerly Awaiting Your Arrival

"This"

Ronan was stunned by the changes happening inside his body.

The eleventh Spiritual Power Crystal.

He actually condensed an eleventh Spiritual Power Crystal.

Theoretically, the limit for a Mist-level wizard to condense Spiritual Power Crystal is ten, and this can only be achieved by deeply exploring the potential of the soul and entering the "Mist Forbidden Zone".

And now, he's actually taken another step beyond that limit! "Incredible!"

Ronan couldn't help but murmur softly. His current feeling was extremely similar to the state he was in when he finished resolving his past life's obsessions on the East Coast and his soul was completely integrated.

He began to understand what "Spirit Heart Amber" could truly bring him.

"Is it true that experiencing different lives through dreams increases the upper limit of a practitioner's soul?"

He spent seventy-two years in the dream of "reincarnation". After waking up, the experience of these seventy-two years was as if another "self" existing in a parallel universe had merged into his true self. The principle is actually the same as when he merged with his predecessor "Ronan", which made his soul grow.

Wizards have never stopped exploring the soul, but there has never been an official, unified answer regarding its composition.

At this point, Ronan seemed to find some reasonable interpretation of the lineage of "The Spirit Heart Amber": "To be precise, it adds depth to your soul."

Alazan's aged voice echoed in Ronan's mind.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he reached out and looked down at the Golden Ladybug slowly crawling on his fingertips.

Is there a difference?

"Certainly."

The Golden Ladybug spread its wings and flew to Ronan's face, as if looking through his eyes into the deepest part of his soul.

"Your soul has not actually changed at all. The improvement you have gained is the result of the 72-year Dream of Reincarnation that your soul already possesses. It has simply helped you to tap into this potential."

Every soul possesses limitless potential, but it lies buried deep within.

You are luckier than most people; you have obtained an efficient and powerful tool.

Long ago, when Ronan was still Wizard Apprentice, a girl Grace gave Ronan his first lesson on the science of the soul in front of a small house with a beautiful blue roof.

Grace used "crystal" as a metaphor for a person's soul; the fewer impurities contained in the "crystal," the more outstanding the quality of that person's soul.

This is probably the most common and superficial understanding of the soul, as well as that of most wizards, like Ronan's.

Alazan's explanation is more complex.

"At the beginning of each person's life, the soul is like a pool of clear water, with the spring hidden in the deepest part of your body."

As you grow older and gain more experience, everything you see, hear, think, and do in this world, while bringing impurities and making the clear water murky, also injects some inexplicable and wondrous substances that change the water's quality. Do you understand the winemaking process? The scorching sun makes the wine sweet, and the continuous rainy season makes it sour, but with the passage of time, they will eventually become mellow.

"The analogy of crystal isn't wrong, but don't you think that in the pursuit of immortality, crystal is inevitably too brittle and fragile?"

Ronan frowned and asked, "Amber?"

"Yes!"

Golden ladybugs danced before Ronan's eyes, Alazan burst into laughter, shouting:

"Yes, pure, golden, flowing... amber!"

"It cannot change its form or destroy it even after millions of years of change; it can only make it more exquisite."

"That is the most perfect and ideal state of a wizard's soul, like Eternal Amber!"

Ronan remained silent.

He finally understood the true meaning that the "Spirit Heart Amber" tradition wanted to convey and pursue.

Through the method of "Dream of Reincarnation", one continuously increases one's life experience, with one life after another and one different "self" merging and overlapping, making the soul richer, thicker, and more resilient, until eternity is achieved!

It must be said that this was an absolutely brilliant idea; Ronan had never imagined that there was such an unconventional method of soul cultivation.

He couldn't understand how the wizards who created this technique had managed to realize such a crazy idea.

So he asked Alazan his question about the origin of the "Dream of Reincarnation".

Why does it feel so real, as if you are actually experiencing another different life?

"Because it is real."

Alazan replied, "Every Dream of Reincarnation is extracted from the most complete and profound memory of a certain soul. What you experience in your dream is, in fact, a real life of someone else."

Each petal on the dandelion has been meticulously and repeatedly crafted by generations of dedicated artisans; only in this way can the most ideal effect be achieved.

Ronan listened to Alazan's story, he stared intently at the black dandelion flower in his mind.

How many petals are there on a dandelion in total?

He couldn't count them all.

He didn't know what height his soul would reach if he experienced and understood all the petals, each representing a complete life. "Your first 'reincarnation' dream was too effective; it's best not to try a second time in the near future."

Memories brought out from dreams, if not properly sorted out and diluted over time, will become impurities that settle in the soul.

In severe cases, it could even shake your will and cause confusion.

Alazan's voice sounded tired. His soul was so weak that he was now just a ladybug. Every time he talked to Ronan for a while, he would exhaust most of his energy.

"I must go into a deep sleep now. When I wake up next time, I will teach you how to eliminate the aftereffects of the Dream of Reincarnation."

The Golden Ladybug flew into Ronan's body, settled back on his soul, and fell into a peaceful slumber.

Inside the cave, Ronan was alone again, able to hear water dripping from the ceiling and his own even breathing.

"The Spirit Heart Amber"

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he took out water and dry rations from his Space Ring, silently replenishing the energy he had lost due to not eating for more than two months.

I casually opened the Character Panel.

Because of the formation of the eleventh Spiritual Power Crystal, his Strength Progress power, which had reached its limit after three purifications and had stopped growing, has now begun to climb again.

Ronan's mental strength far surpasses that of an ordinary Third Level Wizard. The mental strength he is releasing now is so powerful that it forms visible golden ripples around his body. An ordinary Third Level Wizard might not even be able to withstand the impact of one of these ripples.

The gap is too big!

The magical effects of "Spirit Heart Amber" broke Ronan's limits in the Mist stage, resulting in the formation of the eleventh Spiritual Power Crystal, and it is possible that a twelfth, thirteenth, or even more crystals will be formed in the future.

If a wizarding genius like Serena condensing her tenth Spiritual Power Crystal is considered stepping into the "Mist Forbidden Zone," then Ronan can now be described as "deeply entering the Forbidden Zone."

The limits of the soul have been broken, and the upper limit of the number of Spiritual Power Crystal has been increased, bringing obvious benefits.

Putting aside the improvement in strength, the rank of the elemental spirit that Ronan will cultivate after advancing to the Dawn will undoubtedly be greatly improved.

Moreover, Ronan had been trying to disassemble the Helamus [Law Control] rune and inscribe it piece by piece onto his Spiritual Power Crystal using a combination method.

Previously, even after condensing the tenth Spiritual Power Crystal, he was worried that there wouldn't be enough empty spaces. Now, he no longer needs to worry about this problem. If five spaces aren't enough, he can use six; if six aren't enough, he can use seven. He can always achieve the most reasonable and appropriate allocation.

"And then..."

Ronan reached out and picked up a paper bluebird from the ground in front of him, gently dusting it off.

The bluebird he sent out to contact the "Elemental Magic Ring" wizard had returned with a message a month and a half ago.

In other words, the wizards in the central "Elemental Magic Ring" region, barring any unforeseen circumstances, have been waiting for him somewhere for a full month and a half.

"We need to hurry..."

Ronan shook his head and slowly rubbed the bluebird in his hand.

The paper-folded bluebird came back to life, flapped its wings, and quickly flew out of the cave.

Ronan quickly replenished his energy, and once he was almost fully recovered, he packed up everything he had set up inside the cave, got up, and walked out.

The earth was divided into countless pieces by scorching magma, resembling a giant web of cracks.

Countless volcanoes spewing smoke and ash paint the sky in deep red and dark gray, making this area seem to be forever at the boundary between dusk and Dawn.

Flocks of birds with feathers like burning embers flew through billowing poisonous smoke, humanoid life forms made of rocks and magma ran across the land, crimson vines grew wildly, and a thick layer of volcanic ash covered the vast volcanic plain. At this moment, a tall and slender figure rapidly broke through the dark and murky sky.

The newcomer appeared to be in his early twenties, with long white hair, a black robe, and handsome features. His slightly pursed lips and deep, lake-blue eyes gave him an air of composure and calmness that went beyond his outward appearance.

It was Ronan who had been rushing there day and night.

The dry, hot wind whistled past the sides of his ears, making his robes flutter.

Ronan squinted, gazing at the vast plain that the wizards of the Central Region called the "Blazing Flame Realm" on the map.

This is a treacherous place that only took shape in ancient times. Legend has it that it originated from a world-shattering magical battle between two powerful wizards. Ronan took out the "Speerbit's Myriad Treasure Orb" from his Space Ring and silently recorded everything he saw.

As Ronan took his "check-in" photo in a wizarding manner, the outline of a huge magical flying machine soon appeared in his field of vision.

From a distance, the aircraft looks like a giant bird spreading its wings.

The giant bird's body was made of some kind of magical silver steel, light yet [Fortify], and its surface was covered with runes.

A never-ending flame burned at the tail of the giant bird, Rune Array continuously absorbed the free fire energy particles in the air, providing it with the fuel for its continued combustion.

The giant bird's surface was covered with a layer of flowing water film, its bottom was inlaid with black floating stones, and its wings were composed of rotating hurricanes.

On this magnificent flying machine that combines magic and wisdom, there seems to be a small garden. The garden's surface is shielded by a transparent magical light barrier. From Ronan's perspective, the garden looks like an exquisite bonsai sealed inside a crystal ball.

His eyes flickered, he put away the Myriad Treasure Orb in his hand, and slowly moved towards the giant bird.

Before Ronan could get close enough, two figures, as radiant as the sun, flew out from the Bonsai Garden on the back of the giant bird aircraft.

Under the overwhelming pressure of Dawn, the vast plains of the Blazing Flame Realm " seemed to fall into complete silence.

Before long, two figures were fully revealed in Ronan's sight.

The two wizards, who appeared to be middle-aged men, were dressed in a robe made of salamander skin. The one on the left had dark red hair, as if it had been dyed by flames, and the ends of his hair always swayed slightly, as if he was always surrounded by heat.

At this moment, the other person's angular face was expressionless, and his gaze towards Ronan was indifferent.

This is clearly a powerful wizard who specializes in, or primarily specializes in, fire magic.

As for the other Dawn Wizard, he had a thin face, pale skin like moonlight, short black hair that was slightly curly with a hint of silver, and a spider-patterned robe that was as smooth as if it had been ironed, giving him the appearance of an ancient nobleman.

"Above the Arcane Circle, praise the Almighty."

As the two wizards approached, the short-haired wizard in a spider-patterned robe immediately began to chant. After receiving a similarly polite response from Ronan, the wizard's face lit up with an incredibly bright and enthusiastic smile.

"Cooper Eldrick, just call me Cooper."

This is Lumian Malcolm Bell the Wizard.

"Finally, I meet you, Ronan Damien, the future pride of the Arcane Circle."

Every one of us is eagerly anticipating your arrival!