The Prophet, Prophecies, and Golden Fire Born from the Fusion of Three Law Domains!

"Did you do this, Alazan?"

As Ronan traveled towards the Destiny Empire, he deliberately lagged behind Jason, silently asking Alazan in his mind.

"What?"

Alazan's reply was tinged with doubt. He didn't even know what Ronan had just gone through. His soul was decaying, and he spent most of the day sleeping, except when necessary.

If it's not Alazan, then who could it be?

Ronan glanced up at Jason's retreating figure, his face showing no emotion.

He was certain that the bell he had just heard was not an illusion. His body still retained the feeling as if his soul had been cleansed, and even the aftereffects of his first "Reincarnation into Dream" had been greatly reduced, allowing him to enter the dream a second time at any time.

"The Pendulum of Fate."

Ronan murmured the name, took a deep breath, and buried his doubts deep inside.

After entering the territory of the Destiny Empire, Ronan and Jason traveled for another half a day and arrived at a small town at sunset, where the bells rang again.

"Clang--"

"Clang--"

"Clang--"

The sound was similar to the heavy clanging of antique brass objects, carrying a sense of heaviness and sorrow. This time, Ronan didn't feel any particular tremor in his soul, but Jason heard it too.

In the wizarding town they arrived at, every household was ringing bells, and a black clock tower in the center of the town was ringing repeatedly.

Countless people gathered in the small square at the foot of the clock tower. No one spoke, and the whole town was immersed in a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

What happened?

Ronan and Jason walked slowly into the town with a hint of surprise. To them, it looked like a strange ceremony was taking place.

As the most mysterious of the three great Wizard Empire in the central region, the Destiny Empire has many customs and etiquette that differ from those of ordinary Wizard World.

"I'll go and find out."

Jason told Ronan to stop and wait at a street corner, and then walked alone toward the clock tower in the center of town.

After about half an hourglass, the crowd that had gathered in the town's central square gradually dispersed, and Jason returned.

"Their prophet is dead."

Jason's face showed a hint of understanding. "A new prophet has taken the throne."

The bells they rang were both farewell and welcome, a long-standing tradition of the Destiny Empire. It's quite a coincidence, really; if you calculate the time, their Old Prophet died precisely around the time we crossed the Blue Fungus Border.

Ronan paused, as if he had thought of something.

Jason also said, "I think there's a reasonable explanation for the bells you heard earlier."

You must have happened to resonate with the chimes of Pendulum of Fate at that very moment, in some strange way.

"Perhaps."

Ronan nodded, glancing at the solemn-looking natives of the Destiny Empire hurrying past, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know what level of wizard their prophet is? Dawn? Or Twilight?"

"There may not be a Twilight Level wizard in the entire Upper Ring Continent."

Jason shook his head and said, "The prophet's power lies not in his strength, but in his accurate prediction of everything."

The prophecies of the Pendulum of Fate have never failed; this Old Prophet, before his death, left behind three final prophecies.

"What prophecy?"

Ronan was curious.

Jason smirked. "If I had known, I wouldn't be stuck here now."

No one knows the true meaning of the prophecy except for the new prophet.

Ronan didn't say anything more, but instead communicated with Alazan in his mind, who had just been woken up by the disturbance.

"Prophecy Wizard have always been the most mysterious and rarest group. Their path to seeking truth is very different from that of ordinary wizards."

I once knew a Twilight Wizard practiced the 'Karma Altar,' and his method of cultivation was quite peculiar—he drew power to ascend from the feedback of prophecies coming true.

"What's the meaning?"

"He makes a prophecy every now and then. The stronger the object of the prophecy, the bigger the event of the prophecy, and the longer the time span of the prophecy, the more power he can obtain."

You can think of Prophecy Wizard as a special group of fruit farmers. They plant seeds at the right time, and all they need to do next is wait patiently for the seeds to sprout, grow into trees, bear fruit, and the fruit to ripen...

Ronan blinked. This was the first time he had ever heard of such a miraculous method of cultivation. It required no meditation, no arduous training, and no resources. All it took was opening his mouth and "bragging a few times" for his strength to increase naturally.

"What if the prediction fails?"

Ronan couldn't help but ask.

"It will suffer a backlash, resulting in power loss, a drop in level, and in severe cases, even accelerated decay of the body and soul..."

"All right."

It seems it wasn't as easy as I imagined; it was more like a high-stakes gamble with fate.

If you win, you gain both fame and fortune; if you lose, you lose everything, and may even lose your life.

"Never easily provoke any true Prophecy Wizard."

Alazan's tone suddenly turned serious.

"They are often more terrifying than curse wizards."

They can predict someone's death, forcibly bringing misfortune upon you. Sometimes, to ensure the accuracy of their predictions, they might even intervene forcefully. Regardless of the nature of the prediction, whether good or bad, it is essentially a curse.

Ronan nodded, deeply agreeing with Alazan's last words.

He saw through the fog and faced his true self. All he sought along the way was to break free from the control of fate.

Ronan found the act of forcibly fixing a person's fate with prophecy the most repulsive. In his view, even an insignificant ant should have infinite possibilities for the future!

However, just as he was thinking this, Alazan's next words made him frown.

"... The sound of the soul pendulum that only you could hear before, combined with the characteristics of the Pendulum of Fate, a prophetic spell, suggests that one of the three prophecies left by the deceased wizard might be related to you..."

"What does this have to do with me?"

Ronan couldn't help but frown, puzzled. "I'm just a lowly Third Level Wizard, only just stepped into the Destiny Empire. Why would the high and mighty prophet of Pendulum of Fate come to prophesy about me?"

"After you received the legacy of 'The Spirit Heart Amber,' the name Ronan Damien. Don't underestimate yourself."

Alazan calmly, "Moreover, I only said it was related to you, not that it was a prophecy made specifically for you personally."

Perhaps a major event is about to occur in this land, or a remarkable person will be born, and you will happen to have some necessary interaction with them. At that moment, you may not be the only one to hear the bells. The doctrine of fate is extremely complex; apart from the wizard who made the prophecy, no one can fully interpret a prophecy that has already been made.

"I hate this feeling of being forcibly defined."

Ronan spoke coldly, cutting off the conversation with Alazan.

He and Jason didn't stay in the town for long before continuing on their way.

The death of the prophet of the Pendulum of Fate caused the entire empire to ring bells in mourning. In the days that followed, whenever the two approached a place where people gathered, they could almost always hear the continuous ringing of bells.

This caused the two, who had originally planned to rest somewhere, to travel non-stop for a full two months, until they finally arrived at the central part of the Destiny Empire.

The room was dark and quiet, with an old brass pendulum ornament hanging on the wall and several clay animal figurines placed in the corner. The faint Light of Runes filled the room, like a veil of moonlight, exuding a mysterious aura unique to wizards.

A small crystal fish tank sits on the floor in the center of the room. Two snow-white scallops float in the tank. When the shells open, a naked little songstress sings loudly.

Arrietty, the Dust Elf, ran back and forth along the edge of the fish tank, holding a few seaweed flowers in her hand. Like the two Mermaid Shell below, she was so excited that her little face turned red.

Ronan sat right next to the bustling "Crystal Jar Concert" venue, wearing only simple underwear, her long, white hair casually draped over her shoulders.

His hands formed complex and strange hand seals in front of his chest, and his lips moved almost imperceptibly, uttering one ancient and obscure syllable after another.

Sudden.

"Buzz—"

Accompanied by a strange trembling sound, the air in the room distorted like a transparent curtain being violently lifted, and the beautiful song of the Mermaid Shell was deformed, as if something was rapidly spreading out.

Ronan remained still, but his naturally hanging long hair flew up on its own, and a golden humanoid phantom suddenly burst out of his body, only to quickly shrink back into it in less than the blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards, wisps of golden smoke began to rise from his entire body. The temperature in the room did not change at all, but his whole person gave people an inexplicable feeling of being unbearably hot, as if he were cast in molten gold.

"Call--"

Ronan opened his eyes, slowly exhaled a breath of hot, stale air, and a faint look of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Finally, a breakthrough!"

Bringing up the Character Panel, you can clearly see that in the skills section, the proficiency of the spell [Spirit Moye Golden Soul] has changed from "Expert (800/800)" to "Master (1/1600)".

The resulting Extraordinary Magic Domain is also [Golden Fire].

However, the power of this [Golden Fire] is unusual in that it targets the soul.

Internally, it can strengthen and enhance one's own soul; externally, it can "ignite" and harm the soul of the opponent.

"Just as I predicted, the domain power derived from the [Spirit Moye Golden Soul] has begun to merge autonomously with the domain power of the other two [Golden Fire]."

Ronan unleashed his spiritual power, his body shimmering with black iron, silver, and gold. A mysterious and powerful force surged within him, as if it were nurturing and preparing for an even more terrifying existence.

Ronan has never neglected the cultivation of the [Golden Fire Spirit Moye] Spell Inheritance. So far, of the five [Golden Fire] Spell Inheritance, including [Golden Soul], he has successfully raised the proficiency of three to at least "Master Level" level, giving rise to Extraordinary Magic Domain.

The only items that haven't broken through to the Master Level are [Spirit Moye Brass Head] and [Spirit Moye Diamond Heart].

The three spells, [Black Steel Touch], [Silver Body], and the newly completed [Golden Soul], all reach the Master Level and generate the Extraordinary Magic Domain [Golden Fire]. Their effects correspond to physical energy level attacks and defenses, as well as soul level attacks and defenses.

The three Extraordinary Magic Domain the Golden Fire, which share the same origin but do not belong to any sect, began to merge autonomously as soon as they were born, naturally reaching the realm of the fusion of the Three Law Domains and transforming into a higher-level Golden Fire domain.