Nash's Finger Bone: I'm Different from You, Alazan

"You'd better believe what you're saying yourself."

Alazan a soft hum. He and Ronan were twins, and with the existence of the "master-servant contract," if Ronan died, he would also perish completely.

Ronan, unwilling to argue with Alazan any further about this pointless question, changed the subject and asked, "Have you found the exit?"

He glanced instinctively at Dodol III, who was lying obediently in his arms.

"I think I've found the direction."

Ronan raised his head slightly, but then heard Alazan continue, "But to reach the exit, you can't get around the Storm Spirit entrenched in the very center..."

"I never intended to go around it in the first place."

Ronan released Dodol III, stood up, and spoke calmly.

He took two steps to the cave entrance, raised his hand to smash open the cave wall, and prepared to leave after resting.

The crystallized stone wall can only block out the aura for a short time. Soon, those Elemental Lifeform forms will come again by smelling the "scent". This is the experience Ronan has learned during his time in the Storm Realm.

"Etc!"

Alazan stopped him, speaking in a serious tone.

"Shouldn't you show me the methods you use to deal with that ancient Storm Spirit? Storm Lord about to advance to level seven is no joke... It can tear you apart more easily than tearing apart a snowflake; with just a glance, you'll melt on the spot."

Ronan paused, and after a moment of silence, he opened his palm, revealing a pale, ancient finger bone.

There should have been Level Three, but the fingertip segment has disappeared; it was the mysterious finger bone that Evaqu had given him.

The Golden Ladybug gently landed on Ronan's finger bone, crawling up and down for a while, and then Ronan heard Alazan's soft sigh in his mind.

"It's actually Nash's Finger Bone. If you have it, then there's really no problem."

Ronan's expression shifted slightly. "You know the owner of this finger bone?"

"Um."

Alazan slowly in a reminiscent tone. "The leader of the Shadow Leech Academy spent his life seeking peace and tranquility, yet he was never far from conflict. Even after his death, his bones were dug up and turned into magical artifacts. In the end, he was a pitiful person."

"Shadow Leech Academy... that Nash"

Ronan's eyes darted around, looking at the finger bone in his hand, wanting to know more, but Alazan refused to say anything more.

He had no time to listen to Alazan's stories of the past. He put away his finger bones, smashed the crystallized rock wall in front of him with a punch, and strode out of the cave.

As soon as Ronan appeared, a swarm of Storm Elemental Lifeform nearby pounced on him like fish smelling blood.

A black Spirit Force surged from Ronan's body and spread outwards. Like a giant millstone, it turned slightly, instantly crushing several Elemental Lifeform within a hundred meters of him into countless turbulent currents and sparks that dissipated.

More wind and electric Elemental Lifeform surged towards Ronan, their dispersed Spirit Force quickly recoiling and attaching to his body, condensing into a tangible crystalline form, like a suit of armor crafted from Ronan. It fit Ronan perfectly, with numerous sharp spikes and blades on his shoulders and joints. This was the "[Aspiration] Battle Armor" that Ronan had refined and perfected over the past few months through countless battles, tailored to his own combat habits and style.

Compared to a few months ago, his proficiency in [Ascetic Body Forging] and his ability to use and control the black Spirit Force have both improved significantly.

Ronan has even built his own "Second Spiral Palace" within his body, resulting in a leap in his combat power.

Wearing this strange armor, holding two swords, with his black hair dancing, and black patterns resembling vines and flames growing on the center of his chest, Ronan exuded an Ancient Demon God Body, ferocious, and wild aura.

He charged headlong into the dense swarm of Elemental Lifeform before him, like an ancient, Keen Edge, and unstoppable battle blade, plunging fiercely into the Elemental Lifeform group.

One storm elemental spirit after another exploded, and Ronan swept through the crowd like a black lightning bolt, tearing through layers of gales and electric curtains.

Beneath him, Dodol III appeared to be much more agile and even faster.

Over the course of several months, the two had developed a high degree of rapport.

Just as Ronan had told Alazan before, although he seemed to be engrossed in battle, he was actually calmer than ever. He was always consciously avoiding elemental spirits whose strength exceeded the third tier. If he couldn't avoid them, he would try to resolve or get out of the battle as quickly as possible, never putting himself in danger.

He didn't know how far he had traveled in the Storm Realm, but if the directions given by Dodol III and Alazan were correct, he should be getting closer and closer to the center of the Storm Realm.

Ronan [Penetration] several waves of elemental spirit attacks in one breath, and his speed gradually slowed down.

Within the battle circle he initiated, the number of elemental spirits of the third rank and above was increasing, and some were beginning to find it impossible to avoid.

"Call--"

Ronan stopped on a crystallized rock peak, took out several bottles of healing potions, and drank them down for a short rest.

Looking up, he saw one after another Elemental Lifeform forms, dozens or even hundreds of meters tall, surrounded by raging winds and lightning. The aura emanating from each of them made him tremble slightly.

However, what truly captivated Ronan's attention was not these elemental spirits whose strength exceeded the third tier; at this moment, almost all of his mind was drawn to a scene further away—

What a magnificent and great creation it was!

A colossal statue, thousands of meters tall, formed entirely by hurricanes and lightning, stands beneath a thick curtain of dark clouds, its head adorned with endless purple aurora borealis. Countless waterfalls of lightning and magma cascade down its body, and twelve tornadoes connect the sky and the earth, forming a magnificent spine. Its ankles are submerged in the ever-flowing lava from the earth's crust.

Ronan couldn't see its full form; thick cumulonimbus clouds obscured most of its body. He could only see four pairs of terrifying wings, like blades of vacuum, and a tail of thunderous and electromagnetic storms stretching for who knows how many miles behind it.

The heavens and earth trembled slightly.

That was its heavy breathing.

With each breath, a vacuum zone is created within the thick clouds of the sky, constantly collapsing and bursting.

Countless storm elemental spirits, large and small, surrounded it, like countless subjects guarding their king! "The Weaver."

Ronan stared intently at the indescribable, ancient, and terrifying being, muttering to himself.

His soul trembled incessantly, yet every cell in his body seemed to yearn for and pursue something.

The last time I had this feeling was when I saw that ancient silver giant eel on the high seas when I left the south and headed to the East Coast.

The shock and impact Ronan experienced this time was even greater than the last.

Several Storm Elemental Lifeform, each over tens of meters tall, discovered Ronan's presence, growled angrily, and rushed towards Ronan.

Ronan slowly snapped out of his daze, put away Dodol III, and then stomped his foot, his figure transforming into a black shadow as he charged forward.

As if he had crossed some invisible boundary, all the elemental spirits were "enraged" wherever Ronan's figure swept by. They roared and howled, transforming into giant waves of thunder and hurricanes, wanting to tear Ronan, this intruder who dared to challenge their monarchical majesty, to dust.

Alazan's urgent voice rang in Ronan's ears, urging him on.

"It's time to use your finger bones!"

"Hurry! You'd better not let it detect your presence."

Ronan took out a pale finger bone from his Space Ring, clenched it tightly in his hand, but hesitated to squeeze it.

His figure continued to rise higher, enduring waves of unprecedented numbness and tearing pain, trying his best to avoid the attacks of the elemental spirits below.

His gaze remained fixed on the Storm Lord, which stood over ten thousand meters tall in the distance, as if he were waiting for something.

The audacious ant dared to peek at the dragon's true face, but the dragon raised its eyelids and cast a cold, scrutinizing gaze.

Alazan's urging grew more urgent, and the golden ladybug fluttered anxiously before the solid light curtain formed by the gale and lightning, almost landing on Ronan's nose several times.

Ronan, however, seemed to ignore him.

Finally.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar echoed high above, where an endless purple aurora and a "sun" shone brightly within dense rain clouds—the eyes of the Storm Weaver.

An incomparably majestic and immense will descended, accompanied by bolts of lightning that crashed down like ancient giant serpents.

"Don't forget! Nash's Finger Bone can only block its connection to you, they can't protect you from those harms!"

Alazan's urging voice turned into a low growl, clearly indicating that his anxiety and frustration had reached a breaking point.

"Snap—"

Ronan flicked his fingers, and a section of the knuckles in his palm quietly crumbled into powder. A mysterious and unpredictable wave emanated from it, condensing into an invisible black cloak in the void, which slowly fell down and completely enveloped Ronan.

In an instant, the roars and howls of countless storm elemental spirits below ceased abruptly. They suddenly lost their sense of the "intruder," believing it had been reduced to dust, and everything quickly subsided.

Only the terrifying lightning that followed the Weaver's gaze remained, like an ancient forbidden magic array being leaked, unleashing destructive power.

Ronan stood in the void, the "sun" that had bloomed in the rain clouds above his head had already extinguished. He stood quietly, not taking the opportunity to escape quickly, but instead remaining as calm as an observer.

What exactly are you after?

Alazan's voice echoed in his mind, for the first time carrying a accusatory tone.

"You're playing with fire with your own life, no, with both of our lives, do you understand?"

Ronan ignored Alazan's questions, his eyes fixed on the terrifying lightning that was tearing the sky and the earth apart.

Suddenly, he seemed to have found his target. His eyes locked onto the smallest of storm lightning bolts, and then he moved quickly towards it.

"You"

Alazan's unexpected exclamation was interrupted by Ronan.

What am I after?

"That's exactly what I'm after."

"I'm not like you, Alazan."

"I can't miss any opportunity that might improve myself."

"Only by overcoming life and death time and time again."

"Only then will I have that tiny, sliver of a chance to grasp what I truly want."

Amidst the low murmurs scattered by the gale, Ronan approached the thunder that mingled with the storm.

His expression was calm, but his eyes shone with a captivating light. He spread his arms and, like a moth drawn to a flame, actively rushed towards the lightning.

In an instant, Ronan's body was pierced by both the storm and the lightning.

Complex runes, like hurricanes and lightning, rapidly appeared in his eyes, and his entire being was submerged in endless light, like an insignificant speck of dust.

Within the Consciousness Space, Alazan, transformed into Golden Ladybug, stared blankly at everything, remaining silent for a long time.

Central Continent.

In the dim, damp swamp, tiny blue phosphorescent lights floated silently, illuminating the decaying leaves floating on the water and the twisted, dried-up trees.

Every now and then, huge bubbles burst, spewing out bursts of foul, pungent odors.

"Pat-pat-pat-"

A figure suddenly burst into the area with hurried footsteps.

This is a petite, graceful young girl with fair skin, wearing a tight-fitting emerald green leather armor.

She bit her lip tightly, her face covered in mud, her hair soaked with sweat, but she didn't care at all. She just kept running forward, looking back from time to time, as if she was being chased by something.

"Crackling and popping—"

Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning illuminated a dark spot in the swamp.

The girl was clearly startled and stopped in her tracks. After she released her spiritual energy, she cautiously probed in the direction from which the lightning had exploded. Soon, a look of unexpected joy and hope appeared on her face.

The girl took off a silver ring from her neck, gripped it tightly in her hand, her eyes flickered a few times as if she had made up her mind, and with a determined look in her eyes, she ran quickly toward the spot where the lightning had exploded.