Fomingge, I Will Return. A Way to Survive Certain Death!

Cooper saw an incredibly massive energy black hole!

Its edges were twisted, frantically devouring all the energy and light in the world. It was as if a huge hole had been torn open in the void for no reason, and all matter was leaking into that hole.

Only a tiny human figure emerged from the Black Sun, rising rapidly and quickly leaving the void, heading towards the distance.

At that moment, Cooper's mind went blank, and he seemed to fall into a dazed and confused state.

With all his knowledge, wisdom, and understanding Level Four Dawn Wizard, he still couldn't understand how a mere Level 3 wizard, who hadn't even cleared the fog and embraced the Dawn, could repeatedly break free from the methods of Level Five Wizard. No, this couldn't even be considered a break free or an escape.

This is confrontation!

The clash between spells, the battle between an ant and a dragon, ended in a draw, with the former calmly departing.

Suddenly, some information that Cooper had once scoffed at and dismissed resurfaced in Cooper mind.

That was information about Ronan Damien that had been sent from the Southern Arcane Circle earlier.

"A magical prodigy, appearing only once every thousand years in the South, an unparalleled wizarding genius."

These descriptions, which Cooper once considered overly exaggerated and effusive, were deliberately exaggerated by the fools in the Southern Arcane Circle branch in order to return and gain praise. Looking back now, it seems that everything in the document may have been true, and the person who wrote it may have run out of words.

"If we had known we were about to encounter such a monstrous talent, wouldn't it have been more appropriate to have chosen to befriend him?"

Cooper couldn't help but murmur to himself.

Unfortunately, this is ultimately just an impossible hypothesis.

Fomingge is not the harsh and rigid Goodman. In his wizarding dictionary, there is only the law of "survival of the fittest," and there is no such thing as "equivalent exchange," let alone "investment and return."

Where are you planning to go?

"Is this your last resort?"

The wind howled past his ears, his black hair billowed, his Spirit Force billowing like a flag, and Ronan heard Alazan's slightly weary voice.

"I no longer have the ability to break free from you and find a second soul host. Don't let foolish pride lead me into the abyss of destruction."

"Don't worry, I've already prepared an escape route."

Ronan replied calmly and confidently, "Of course, I might need your help."

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Alazan didn't say anything more, but just sighed softly.

Ronan darted through layers of lightning and storms, moving swiftly through the void.

Helamus's Magic Armband were firmly fastened to his right arm.

"Snap—"

There was a sound of something breaking, and a surging tide of energy was flowing back between heaven and earth.

Ronan didn't need to turn around to know that it was the Forbidden Black Hole collapsing.

A series of terrifying magical fluctuations, far exceeding any previous ones, emanated from behind Ronan, bringing him an intense, stabbing pain as if his back were being pricked by needles and knives.

Ronan's eyes remained calm; he ignored it.

On top of the "Silver Falcon" airship, a huge six-pointed star array began to expand outwards, and the six points of light that made up the six-pointed star gradually brightened, like one blazing sun after another, illuminating half of the dark sky covered with dark clouds.

The radiance of the magic circle projected downwards, extending an endless distance, making Ronan's fleeing figure seem to have nowhere to hide at this moment.

However, at a certain moment, the six-pointed star array, which was about to reach its peak and activate its power, suddenly stopped.

As the entire magic array contracted inward, the terrifying aura that had previously emanated began to gradually subside.

As the six dazzling points of light converged, a human figure, seemingly formed by the refraction of countless rays of light, slowly emerged from the void.

The humanoid figure looked up into the distance, and where its gaze fell, a figure also stopped in its tracks.

Ronan stood at the edge of the enormous Eye of the Sky, amidst a deep blue storm vortex. His robes and long hair were being torn apart by the storm, yet his figure remained firmly anchored in the void like a rock, gazing at the humanoid figure projected from the six-pointed star array in the distance.

A Level Five Wizard is skilled in spatial magic will find it difficult to escape the pursuit of his opponent, no matter where he flees in this area.

Therefore, the Storm Realm, which was so close at hand, became his best refuge at this moment.

After all, it was a dangerous place where even a level six Dawn Wizard had perished. No matter how much the other party wanted his inheritance, they probably wouldn't dare to venture into the Storm Realm to capture him.

The "silencing" of the six-pointed star formation can be seen as proof of Ronan's conjecture.

"Clang--"

Ronan lightly flicked the Law Adept Arm Ring he wore on his right arm with his fingers, producing a clear and melodious sound like crystals colliding.

He raised his right hand, wanting the humanoid figure in the distance to see the armlet on his arm more clearly.

"Fomingge"

Ronan softly uttered the other person's name, then turned around, tore through the layers of storm before him with both hands, and leaped into the deep blue, bottomless vortex of the storm without hesitation.

"I will come back."

The tiny figure entered the eye of the storm like a speck of dust being swept into a whirlpool at the bottom of a lake, without even the slightest ripple.

Cooper slowly withdrew his gaze, and as he turned his head, even his soul trembled violently along with his body.

"Master Fomingge"

Cooper buried his head deep into his chest, raising his right hand in a gesture of respect, which trembled slightly beneath his robes.

He was well aware of the mistake he had made, but he could not fathom the fury that Fomingge would unleash upon him.

However, Cooper waited for a long time, only to hear an unusually calm voice descending from the sky.

"Notify the South, in Goodman's name."

"Ronan Damien, who harmed his fellow disciples and betrayed the Arcane Circle, has been executed outside the Storm."

"Yes."

Cooper responded respectfully.

Beneath the dim, gloomy sky, a human figure formed by countless refracted rays gazes at the seemingly eternal, unchanging eye of the storm, whispering softly.

"Foolish ant, do you think you can find a way to survive by going there? The entire Storm Realm is under the Weaver's surveillance. Inside, you'll only die faster."

"It's a pity that the legacy of the legendary Magic Controller Helamus will be even more difficult to be fully assembled from now on."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless rays of light scattered, and the human figure vanished without a trace.

In the south, the Silver Magic Ring.

At the top of the Seventh Silver Tower, sunlight streamed through the transparent crystal skylight, casting a golden beam. In the tranquil study, only the soft sound of silver sand dripping from the clock could be heard.

Kosti sat at her poplar wood desk, quietly flipping through a blue book in front of her, a quill pen occasionally gliding across the pristine white paper, leaving delicate marks.

"Rustling sound—"

A sudden rustling sound, like pages turning rapidly, rang out as a blue shadow burst into the room, shattering the tranquility.

"The message came from the central region!"

The brightly colored parrot awoke from its nap and immediately pounced on the blue bird, chirping merrily.

"Let me guess... it must be a message from Ronan. Judging by the time, he should be there by now."

"Porby!"

Kosti gave a stern rebuke, then raised her hand and gently beckoned. The little blue bird fell into her hand and transformed back into a paper bird.

"Look, look!"

Porby flapped its wings and shoved its way closer, urging the other to hurry up.

Kosti ran her fingers over the smooth surface of the Bluebird's communication paper, a hint of anticipation appearing in her eyes.

However, this expectation vanished without a trace the moment she opened the paper bird.

"Damn it! How did this thing catch fire, Kosti? What are you doing? It almost burned my eyelashes!"

Porby frantically dodged the flames that suddenly shot out in front of him, watching the messenger bluebird being quickly engulfed by the flames, while he kept squawking.

Kosti ignored it, simply flicking the ashes from her fingers and walking outside.

"I'm going to the central region."

Kosti's voice was devoid of emotion; each syllable rippled through the air, causing the books on the surrounding shelves to rustle.

Porby landed on the table, noticing the unusual emotion in the other person's expression, and stared blankly, wondering what had happened.

I just couldn't help but subconsciously ask, "What are you going to the central region for?"

"Go ask your tutor in person."

"Call--"

The floor-to-ceiling windows at the top of the tower suddenly swung open, and a gust of wind rushed in from outside.

A strange chill rose in the air. Kosti's figure had vanished, leaving only her voice echoing in the attic.

"Damien cannot die like this, without knowing why!!"

This was probably Ronan's worst experience ever traversing the entrance to Secret Realm Space.

The extremely unstable spatial energy, along with the power of the storm and lightning, made him feel as if his entire body was being torn apart throughout the process.

I don't know how much time passed, but it all finally came to an end.

Ronan felt as if he had entered another space, and he guessed that he had fully entered the Storm Realm. The tearing sensation in his body quickly faded away, replaced by waves of tingling sensation that seemed to [Penetration] his flesh and seep into his soul, as well as a slight tearing sensation on the surface of his skin.

Ronan stretched his Spiritual Force Field outwards as hard as he could, and when he opened his eyes, the sight that greeted him made him pause slightly.

The sky cracked open with countless pale fissures, and countless bolts of lightning wove themselves into spiderweb shapes. Lead-gray clouds rolled like giant waves, each surge accompanied by millions of bluish-purple electric snakes emerging from the sea of clouds, first cutting the sky into countless fragments, then transforming into Torrent of lightning at least several kilometers in diameter, pouring down from the clouds in a mighty torrent. The liquefied plasma condensed directly on the ground into shimmering silver-blue lakes, the surface of which constantly rose into serpentine energy pillars, only to be torn into light dust by the hurricane in the next instant. Suspended in the void were enormous vortexes, seemingly composed of billions of transparent blades, with spiraling whips of light flowing from their outer edges. Each strike to the ground left behind scorched, lava-like craters.

The air was always filled with a huge and strange wind sound, which was indescribable. It was like the mournful cry of a million whales dying, interspersed with high-frequency electric hum, making every hair on one's body stand on end and feel restless.

There were also lightning bolts condensed into shapes resembling ancient weapons, hurricanes materializing with runic traces, and ground soaked in lightning magma, growing crystalline tentacles. Ronan had never seen Purgatory before, but if the legendary Abyss Purgatory truly existed, there would probably be a corner that matched the scene before him.

"Is this the escape route you've been planning all along?"

Alazan's voice rang in Ronan's ears, a sigh that was hard to tell whether it was anger or helplessness.

"Otherwise what?"

Ronan quickly recovered from the shock, and while adjusting to the harsh environment, he calmly replied, "Do you have a better idea?"

"In this place where elements converge, all energy particles except for those of wind and electricity are completely repelled. The power of your Ice Magic and metal spells will be suppressed to an unprecedented degree here."

"It's alright."

Ronan poured several bottles of healing potions into his mouth and once again entered the state of "Ancient Demon God Body".

His body, brimming with primal and demonic power, stretched out, his black Spirit Force surging. With a casual punch, he shattered several balls of lightning that had strayed close by. The skin that was struck by the electric sparks felt a slight tingling sensation.

"Perfect timing, let me temper my physical body. My body has been in a plateau for a long time."

After breaking through the Master Level 1,500 points, the speed at which Ronan's proficiency in [Ascetic Body Forging] improved became ridiculously slow. Of course, this was also related to the fact that Ronan had not had time to properly hone his skills. He was looking for an opportunity to fully practice [Ascetic Body Forging].

Right now, this is the perfect place for him to practice asceticism.

You're oversimplifying the problem.

Alazan his head, and a wisp of soul power emerged from Ronan's brow, extending towards the storm-filled, hellish sky above.

"This place is being monitored by an ancient elemental spirit that is about to advance to level seven; it can sense your presence."

"I know."

Ronan narrowed his eyes and looked up, following Alazan's senses.

From the very first second he stepped into the Storm Realm, he sensed an indescribable, majestic, and ancient powerful will hovering in the sky.

It was as if an unseen eye of heaven was constantly watching over Ronan.

"But a dragon probably wouldn't be very interested in an ant crawling right under its nose, would it?"

"If that ant survives and continues to try to cross its territory, then it's not certain."

"I have a solution."

Ronan's curt reply effectively ended the conversation with Alazan on this issue.

He could imagine Alazan's frustrated yet helpless expression at his stubborn and self-righteous attitude, but as Ronan had said before—was there any better way?

The Level Four Dawn Wizard Lumian of the Elemental Magic Ring was essentially killed by him. He and the Level Five Wizard named Fomingge behind Cooper were both ambitious, ruthless, and determined to achieve their goals.

His two-hundred-year-long scheme to usurp the throne by deceiving his master shows that as long as he remains within the Elemental Magic Ring, or even within the sphere of influence of the Life Royal Court, he will be relentlessly hunted down by his opponent.

Unlike before when he was in the south, this time he didn't have many options left.

Although Ronan's decision to venture into the Storm Realm to avoid danger seemed crazy and risky, he had already thought it through thoroughly beforehand, and if nothing unexpected happened, there shouldn't be any major problems.

This is a strategy of putting oneself in a desperate situation to survive.

Walking on a tightrope across a cliff, that tightrope connecting the two ends of the cliff, isn't it a kind of path?

"Even if you can evade the ancient elemental spirits' pursuit, how will you get out? You can't just rely on luck and wander around here like a headless fly."

"Then I'll need your guidance."

Ronan exhaled softly, then gently raised his hand and released something from the Space Ring on his finger.

"And—it."