Brilliant Talent, the Spell Repository, and Heliodore's "Reward"

"Collect Fairy Morning Tears at Dawn, let them evaporate naturally in the sunlight, then condense them with Ice Magic, repeating this process three times..."

Ronan gently tapped the crystal jar, his fingertips scraping against the jar's surface, creating a harsh noise. Inside the jar, a naked, handsome little figure covered his ears and wept sadly.

Without flinching, he manipulated his mental power to collect and extract each of the tears that fell from the ancient fairy. Having Heliodore for so long, he now understood why this ancient fairy was so melancholy—it was all due to being forced to cry and have its tears extracted over the years.

"The Moon Willow Leaf Juice and the Light of Runes resonate for the time it takes for ten hourglasses to pass..."

"The first Blue Vine Bud to break through the soil after the rainstorm, retaining the clean soil particles on its roots."

"Spell: Burn the tail feathers of a third-tier Golden Winged Bird, collect the ashes after the third breath."

Ronan skillfully processed various Magic Potion Material. After processing each ingredient, he hesitated slightly before calmly mixing them one by one in different orders and with different techniques.

Finally, a translucent vial emitting a faint, colorful phosphorescence appeared in Ronan's hand.

He picked up the crystal medicine bottle in his hand, took a small sip, and gave himself a "nearly perfect" rating.

On the Character Panel, the skill list for [Magic Potion Studies] clearly showed a proficiency of (Master 34/1600), followed by a Tier 4 healing potion—[Unicorn Healing Tears] (Beginner 2/100). As Ronan gently placed the prepared potion on the workbench, Heliodore's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"You have overstepped your bounds."

Ronan's fingertips trembled slightly, and wisps of colorful ripples appeared in the potion bottle that he had not yet let go of.

He withdrew his hand and calmly said, "You've allowed me five chances to fail with each recipe ingredient, within five attempts."

"This is not a reason for you to dispose of my materials without my permission."

Heliodore slowly walked up behind Ronan, bent down, squinted and carefully examined the [Unicorn Healing Tears] that Ronan had just mixed, then unscrewed the cap and gently smelled it.

"It's alright. At least it's not a waste."

He sat up and looked at Ronan in front of him.

"In three months, you processed nearly six hundred doses of medicine without any guidance. And that doesn't even include the time you usually spend cultivating on your own."

Heliodore put his hands behind his back and said leisurely, "You have a great talent for Magic Potion Studies and Potionology..."

Ronan shook his head. "It's still far from meeting your expectations."

Heliodore smiled but didn't say anything.

Ronan waited for a long time, but when Heliodore more, he took the initiative to speak, "I've finished my business for today, so I'll be leaving now."

Ronan gave Heliodore a brief bow, then turned and walked towards the exit of the space.

Having grown quite familiar with Silver Coin during this time, the big white cat stretched and got up from the grass when it saw him about to leave, preparing to open the door for him.

Just as Ronan was about to reach the small door leading to the exit of the space, Heliodore's voice rang out behind him.

"Etc."

Ronan stopped and turned around, only to catch a glimpse of the other man flicking his robe sleeve and throwing something at him.

He reached out and caught it, and upon closer inspection, he discovered it was a golden badge with an image of the Deep Sea of Spirit Lake, emanating a faint aura of runes.

"The Spell Repository, fourth floor, the third pillar of inheritance from the far left."

Heliodore stood in front of his lab bench, not even looking up, and said calmly, "The reward you asked for, remember to return the items to me after you've seen them."

Ronan looked slightly taken aback, then bowed deeply to Heliodore in thanks.

The practice of the Primordial Star Meditation Technique and the Ascetic Body Forging gave him unparalleled control over his mental power and physical muscles, allowing him to easily perform subtle operations that many Third Level Wizards could not.

With the help of the Character Panel, and with Alazan, a living fossil of the Wizard World, always available to answer questions, Ronan's expertise in Magic Potion Studies and Potionology has advanced by leaps and bounds.

He never hid this fact, and even deliberately showcased his amazing talent in both areas.

That's all for this very moment.

Only after Ronan's figure completely disappeared at the exit of the secret realm did Heliodore stop what he was doing and slowly raise his head.

"Such an astonishing talent! No wonder he received an unprecedented ten-star rating within the Knowledge Tower."

"So what if one's soul aptitude is inferior? Isn't the pursuit of wizards knowledge and truth?"

"Those guys... just can't see that."

Heliodore beckoned, and the big white cat leaped into his arms. He gently stroked the cat's silky, long fur and murmured, "Silver Coin, oh Silver Coin, what do you think?"

"The Spell Repository"

For the first time in three months, Ronan did not go directly back to his residence after leaving the laboratory in Heliodore. Instead, he used magic to open another door around the lake, hurried along, and traversed through a series of winding Crystal Passage before finally arriving at a soft, smooth, ivory-white building.

The buildings resemble two enormous whale mouths pressed together.

The entrance on the left leads to the "Spirit Writing Repository," Ronan thought of the gray books containing Primordial Spirit Writing that he had seen in the Knowledge Tower.

Although he had the desire to explore the area, his primary purpose in coming here was not the remaining Primordial Spirit Writing.

Ronan suppressed the urge to change his destination and slowly walked into the second entrance.

This entrance leads to the Spell Repository of the Deep Sea Faction in Spirit Lake, which, as the name suggests, is the place where the Spell Inheritance of the Deep Sea Faction is passed down.

Walking on the crystal-polished, mirror-smooth floor, the arched ceiling above you is illuminated by twinkling, star-like Illumination Crystal that emit a soft glow.

Occasionally, a wizard from the same Deep Sea lineage would approach Ronan, and the two would politely greet each other.

After completely exiting this solemn and magnificent passage, Ronan was presented with a grand hall filled with neatly arranged, luminous columns.

Each of the glowing cylinders is a different color, and each cylinder represents the knowledge and inheritance of a certain spell.

Several Deep Sea wizards walked through the hall, pausing in front of one pillar or shaking their heads as they moved on to the next.

Ronan's arrival went unnoticed by anyone; the hall remained quiet.

He casually approached a glowing cylinder, instinctively wanting to take out the rune badge given to him by Heliodore, but then thought better of it and took out his own Deep Sea Badge, gently imprinting it on the glowing surface of the cylinder.

As if the right key had unlocked the right lock, some runes immediately floated out from the cylinder, followed by a short piece of information flooding into Ronan's mind—the third-tier Water Element Spell [Tidal Fury]. Only the spell name was present, without any corresponding content.

To redeem the complete inheritance, you need to undergo identity verification, and then deduct the corresponding Contribution Points or spend magic stones.

Ronan didn't continue. He looked around, found the entrance to the second level, and went up.

At the top of the spiral staircase, there was Rune Array blocking the way, but it did not hinder Ronan as he ascended to the second floor of the Spell Repository.

The second floor also features pillars representing the inheritance, but in far fewer numbers.

Ronan randomly selected one to examine; the Spell Inheritance here had become fourth-order spells, which only Level Four Dawn Wizard were qualified to learn.

Enough with the chit-chat, let's keep going.

The Rune Array at the staircase leading from the second to the third floor blocked Ronan, signifying that the privileges granted by his identity badge had come to an end.

Ronan then took out the identity badge given to him by Heliodore and broke the magic circle effortlessly.

As soon as Ronan stepped into the third floor of the museum, he heard the sound of the tide. Then, a surge of spiritual energy, as vast and turbulent as the ocean, swept over him. In a daze, Ronan saw a vision, as if three endless, deep blue walls of giant waves were slowly rolling towards him.

Level 5!

Ronan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly picked up Heliodore's golden badge to shield himself.

The spiritual energy swept lightly in front of him, then quickly withdrew and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The illusion vanished, Ronan saw a woman with dark hair and wearing a dark blue robe adorned with gold standing in the main hall of the three-story library. She was calmly withdrawing her gaze from him.

Ronan lowered his head and walked straight to the passageway on the fourth floor of the museum.

The fifth-level witch's mental energy swept over him once more, "watching" him until he completely left the third floor.

"Call--"

Ronan stepped onto the fourth floor of the museum, let out a long breath, and relieved the pressure in his heart.

In the south, Level Four Wizard are rarely seen, but in the central region, Level Five Wizard seem to be everywhere.

Perhaps it's because he's at Spirit Lake now.

Calm yourself down and look around.

The main hall on the fourth floor of the museum was empty, with only about ten pillars of heritage standing quietly, each one much thicker and more exquisite than the pillars on the first three floors.

Ronan approached one and tried to examine it using Heliodore's golden badge, but received a "failure" response.

He couldn't help but frown.

The "permissions" Heliodore seemed to only grant him the right to enter this place, not even the right to consult the names of the lineage.

After trying several times with the same result, he gave up and walked in one direction of the main hall.

The third pillar from the far left.

He softly recited the hints Heliodore had given him and slowly walked to the pillar of inheritance for his target.

Upon seeing the condition of the pillar, his eyes involuntarily trembled slightly.

This is a hollow cylinder, unlike any other pillar of inheritance.

At the center of the cylinder, countless tiny Light of Runes tightly coiled around a deep purple piece, like crystal scales, like chains.

The Crystal Scales shimmered with tiny, shimmering lights, creating a scene of starry beauty and vastness.

Ronan stared blankly as he reached out and tried to touch the mysterious amethyst-like scales through the glowing cylinder.

The instant his fingers touched the cylinder, the three Spiritual Power Crystal within Ronan's Consciousness Space, which had already successfully inscribed a portion of the [Law Control] runes, suddenly trembled violently. Their aura caused a certain glass armlet deep within the Space Ring he wore on his finger to also tremble.

Then it burst forth with unparalleled brilliance!

As if sensing something, the Crystal Scales inside the cylinder untied the layers of runic chains on its surface, and strange fluctuations slowly emanated from the cylinder.

"Buzz—"

In that instant, Ronan seemed to quietly connect with some ancient power of the same origin.

His consciousness instantly plunged into the boundless sea of stars, his eyes glazed over, only his mouth still murmuring softly.

"Heliodore is right."

"The Spirit Lake... truly contains the legacy of Helamus!"

At the same time.

Within the Spirit Lake Secret Realm, in a certain space, in a certain secret room.

A tall, handsome young man with long, exquisitely beautiful hair as fine as mithril suddenly awoke from his meditation.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

At this moment, a deep, hazy purple light, like that of the starry sky, burst forth from those silver eyes.