Chimera, First Generation, Juventus!

The dramatic turn of events on the field stunned all the wizards, including Ronan.

He was prepared to make a scene, and if he couldn't force his way in, he would try another gatekeeper. But unexpectedly, he became the only one to pass the test.

"So all your previous behavior was an act?"

Ronan slowly began to ask.

The Gatekeeper Tree-person smiled and shook his head, "Not entirely. After all, they did manage to please me. It's just a spot to get in, anyway."

Anyway, under the Splendor of the Three Towers, people like them will be eliminated sooner or later.

"The Three Towers?"

Ronan's eyes flickered, but the Gatekeeper Tree-person refused to say anything more. It simply tore the vortex entrance on its chest wider and bowed respectfully, saying, "You should go in now. Once you step into the Spirit Lake, you will naturally find all the answers."

Ronan didn't say anything more. He completely withdrew the powerful Spiritual Force Field around him, which was comparable to that of Level Four Dawn Wizard, and then stepped into the blue entrance vortex located in the chest of the Gatekeeper Tree-person.

Upon entering, the vortex entrance immediately closed rapidly behind him, and he could faintly hear the impatient expulsion voice of the Gatekeeper Tree-person Tataka.

"Alright, you bunch of idiots. The game is over. Spirit Lake is destined to be out of your reach. Get lost!"

It's like opening a door and stepping out of a stuffy, dark room into the outdoors—a wonderful feeling.

By the time Ronan realized what was happening, he was already at "Spirit Lake".

The accurate description should be— the Spirit Lake Secret Realm Space.

"This is the foundation a Super Large wizarding power should possess, Damien. This suits you well."

Ronan ignored Alazan's rare moment of relief and calmly looked around.

He was currently in a bright, high-altitude area, with no clouds or traces of the sun, moon, or stars.

The light illuminating the entire space seemed to originate directly from the void, and the air was exceptionally Awakening and pleasant, evenly distributed with free energy particles from various systems.

The sky was filled with countless blue slits, like eyes. Countless wizards like him, who had passed the test of the guardian of the Spirit Lake, emerged from the slits. Some floated in the air, while others fell downwards.

They were densely packed, like a swarm of flying ants.

Beneath their feet lay a vast, calm, and mirror-like blue lake.

It is described as a "lake" because Ronan could see its edge, which was a series of undulating mountains that were closely connected and perfectly surrounded the entire azure lake.

Tranquil, vibrant, and with a profound sense of peace that reaches the soul.

This was Ronan's first impression of the Spirit Lake.

On the vast, mirror-like lake, without the slightest ripple, three enormous symbols floated on the surface, slowly rotating to form a perfect circular trajectory.

These three symbols are patterns of flame, water droplet, and Black Moon, respectively. According to the information Jason gave him, they should correspond to the three pillar schools within the Spirit Lake, which are also the three core elements of the Spirit Lake.

"Flame represents the explosion of magic, symbolizing an inevitable battle; this is the school of thought in Spirit Lake that advocates war..."

"The water droplet represents profound knowledge, as vast as the ocean of wisdom, advocating the acquisition of knowledge and representing a research-oriented school of thought."

"The Black Moon represents the mystery of the soul. This school of thought focuses on the soul, specializing in meditation, in order to explore the mysteries of the soul."

Ronan gazed down at the vast Spirit Lake, lost in thought.

He has always followed the path of Ancient Battle Method Wizard, and if he had to choose, his first instinct would naturally be to join the Flame Faction.

But he hasn't passed the initial selection yet, so it's too early to think about that.

Through the surface of the Spirit Lake, Ronan could vaguely see the shadows of some magnificent buildings that seemed to be hanging upside down underwater, and he couldn't help but think of the "Three Towers" that the Gatekeeper Tree-person had mentioned earlier.

Thinking this, Ronan and the other selected wizards who had entered the secret realm slowly descended.

However, at that moment, a violent tremor suddenly resounded from the sky above, accompanied by intense spatial fluctuations.

Ronan looked up.

Suddenly, an incredibly long and narrow rift appeared in the sky, which was quickly widened into a huge blue vortex.

Endless gales blew out from the vortex, forming terrifying tornado columns in the air. Ronan's robes were blown up, and he subconsciously squinted.

The next moment, he saw a terrifying Magic Creature, as large as a mountain, roar and charge out of the vortex.

A lion's head, a goat's body, a long tail resembling a black scorpion and a venomous snake, and a pair of enormous bat-like wings—"Roar—"

The monster, its body a dark reddish-copper color, let out a terrifying growl. It spread its wings, casting a huge shadow on the surface of the countless wizards and the Spirit Lake. A terrifying aura spread out in all directions of space like a volcano or a tsunami.

Ronan heard a wizard calling out in a trembling voice from afar, "Chimera?!"

A sense of unease spread rapidly within the secret realm, but Ronan's gaze passed over the figure of the monster that resembled the legendary beast "Chimera" and landed on its back.

He saw that there was a person standing on the monster's back!

A figure, shrouded in countless semi-illusory runes and glowing with light, appeared as perfect and aloof as a god.

Ronan felt a strange tremor, a tremor that came from the deepest part of his soul. Within his body, between his flesh and bones, the broken Storm Rune all shone brightly at this moment, as if suppressed by some Natural Enemy, causing his blood to become restless.

Ronan suddenly heard Alazan's low laughter.

"Damien, do you remember the '[Declining Blood]' I mentioned to you before?"

"Is he also [Declining Blood]?"

"No."

Alazan shook his head and said slowly, "If I'm not mistaken."

This little guy should be a First Generation level seven [Declining Blood] cultivator.

"?!"

On the tranquil lake shrouded in thick fog, the blue-green water shimmered with the changing moonlight and dawn. A floating bridge built of silver-gray magic stones extended from the fog, leading all the way to the small island in the center of the lake.

A figure dressed in a gray robe, leaning on a staff as tall as a person, walked step by step across the floating bridge.

He walked through the mist and gently stepped onto the solid but slightly damp ground of the island. In front of him, two figures dressed in gray robes were casually sitting on a stool made of a few pebbles.

"Juventus is here."

The gray-robed figure, emerging from the mist, walked to the two of them, casually found a spot, raised his hand to brush the dust off the stone surface with the sleeve of his robe, and spoke slowly.

"They should have come sooner."

A man in a gray robe spoke calmly.

The other person immediately chimed in.

"What does he want to take from the Spirit Lake?"

The faces of the three people seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, making it impossible to see their features. The voices they made also made it impossible to discern their age and gender.

"Have no idea."

The first gray-robed man to speak shook his head. "I suspect he might be the person mentioned in the prophecy."