Don't Compare Me to Ordinary Third Level Wizards-I Stand at the End of the Mist!
The young man gently placed his hand on the trunk of the Poplar Tree, his fingers tracing the rough texture of the bark.
In a sudden instant, he slashed his palm downwards, cutting a narrow gash in the tree like a sharp blade.
The Poplar Tree emitted a piercing scream, the whole tree trembled violently, and its leaves fell down in a rustling sound.
Many strange creatures, each about the size of a palm and covered with thin, fleshy wings, flew out of the cracks in the tree trunk. But before they could get close to the young man, they were squeezed and exploded by the invisible force field emanating from his body.
A small, foul-smelling rain of blood and flesh fell under the Poplar Tree, lasting for a full half minute before finally stopping.
The young man lifted the hem of his robe, and an invisible force emanated from it, parting the blood and flesh fragments beneath his feet and drawing something out from the Poplar Tree.
Those were several peculiar mushrooms, still covered in mud and soil, emitting a faint black glow.
The young man carefully removed all the soil clinging to the roots of the mushrooms, then tossed the black mushrooms back into the tree trunk like trash.
"Nailed it"
Ronan filled a Crystal Bottle all the collected soil and gently exhaled.
This is a simple task to collect the droppings of Rot Bone Bat. Rot Bone Bat are those strange creatures that he just killed in large numbers. They Darkness-Type magical beasts that exist between the first and second tiers and live in groups.
The task wasn't difficult; it was just a piece of cake for Ronan. The reward wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
Ronan's main purpose in leaving the Spirit Lake was to find clues about the Holy Shrine and seek an opportunity to break through his [Ascetic Body Forging] technique.
Thinking about it, he took out a black, spherical object from his Space Ring. There was a knife-like slit in the center. He shook it gently, and it seemed to contain some liquid.
"It's not a perfect preservation method either. Even if you put it in a storage space, it will still evaporate and deteriorate over time."
Ronan's eyes flickered as he held the black sphere and began chanting a strange, obscure incantation.
This stone sphere was a piece of material from an abandoned Holy Shrine that he accidentally obtained while searching for the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent's footprints in White Stone Fortress. The method for preserving and searching for the Holy Shrine came from an old notebook that Old Wells gave him during his apprenticeship.
The waste liquid from the Holy Shrine sealed inside the stone sphere can probably only be used two or three more times. Ronan hopes everything will go smoothly.
As the incantation was uttered, a faint magical fluctuation arose, and a thin, semi-transparent black line extended from the crack in the stone sphere in Ronan's hand. Only Ronan could see it, and the black line continued to extend into the void before him.
Ronan took flight from the lakeside where the Black Swan roosted, following the black line and heading in one direction.
"This direction could allow us to accomplish another task along the way."
As Ronan traveled, he consulted the "Spirit Lake Book" and planned his next move.
"Call--"
Just then, a slight gust of wind blew past his head, and Ronan felt as if someone was watching him.
He looked up and saw a Sea Goshawk flying through the clouds above.
The Sea Goshawk looked down at him from above, its gaze sharp and cold, carrying a hint of scrutiny.
Ronan was traveling at a fast pace, and this Sea Goshawk was able to keep up with him, or even be a little faster, so it was clearly not an ordinary bird.
"A third-tier Sea Goshawk."
Ronan released his mental energy and detected energy fluctuations belonging to Third Level Magic Beast on the Sea Goshawk.
The latter separated from his spiritual power the instant they touched, flapped its wings, and flew off in another direction.
Ronan didn't chase after them, but instead looked around thoughtfully.
He guessed that this might be a Magic Pet kept by a wizard, specifically for long-range detection.
This is not uncommon; many wizards have the habit of raising pets. Heliodore has a white cat that is extremely intelligent and can guide people and even open Rune Array doors.
Ronan didn't take it to heart, but was just a little more cautious, and continued on his planned route.
However, while passing through a field covered with Silver Silk Grass, the Sea Goshawk that had disappeared earlier reappeared.
This time it ran ahead of Ronan, seemingly hindering Ronan progress.
Ronan stared at the back of the magnificent Sea Goshawk, his eyes flashing slightly. He raised his hand and summoned several thin blue Ice Blade, then flicked his finger.
"Whoosh—"
The blue Ice Blade traced a frost-splitting path through the air as it hurtled toward the Sea Goshawk.
A chance encounter can be considered a coincidence, which is normal.
Twice is unusual and suggests ulterior motives.
Ronan didn't know who the Sea Goshawk's owner was, but he naturally had no reason to be polite to a stranger with "ill intentions."
The compressed Ice Blade of the Level Three Magic Domain Resonance Realm caught up with the figure of the Sea Goshawk in the blink of an eye. The latter's wings trembled slightly, and some light blue streams of light shot out from its wings, condensing into dense Wind Blade.
The Ice Blade Wind Blade collided, producing a sharp, crisp cracking sound.
The Ice Blade released by Ronan broke through the Wind Blade group's obstruction in an instant and pierced the Sea Goshawk's body.
A mournful cry of an eagle echoed in the sky as a white bird plummeted downwards, accompanied by the falling of a few feathers and the splattering of crimson blood.
Ronan felt a chilling killing intent almost instantly, and heard a cold snort in his ear.
Immediately following, a powerful and majestic spiritual force tore through the clouds and descended from the sky, bringing with it countless stinging sensations like being cut by knives and axes, and crashed down on his body.
"Call--"
The sunlight that had been streaming down from above quickly receded, casting a huge shadow.
Ronan looked up and saw a figure with long, flowing hair blocking out the sun. The figure's billowing robes spread out to the sides of the sky like the wings of a giant bird, completely obscuring him.
"Level Four Dawn."
Ronan narrowed his eyes, his gaze flickering slightly, before his body rapidly plummeted downwards.
The shadows hanging in the sky followed him closely, accompanied by the raging winds, as if trying to lock him up and bind him tightly.
"Bang!"
Ronan's feet were firmly planted on the ground, and his body shot forward without any pause, level with the ground.
A fierce wind rose from the Silver Silk Grass Plain, instantly forming a tornado. Countless tassel-like Silver Silk Grass danced wildly in the wind, as if controlled by an invisible hand, all tilting towards Ronan's direction.
"Whoosh—"
A crescent-shaped, deep blue Wind Blade, solidified into the form of glass, sliced through layers of Silver Silk Grass walls, gently breaking through Ronan's Spiritual Force Field. It almost brushed against his body, leaving a deep, narrow ravine in the field.
Ronan abruptly stopped, as the same terrifying Wind Blade swept towards him from all directions.
Dense wind-elemental free energy particles were scattered in the air. Ronan took a light breath and suppressed the Storm Rune within his body that were being stimulated.
Itai flowed out from under his robes like water, quickly adhering to his body.
Just as the enormous Wind Blade attacking from all sides were about to reach them, "Pop—"
Ronan, completely covered in silver, vanished into thin air.
"Boom!"
The massive Wind Blade collided and exploded into countless raging tornadoes.
Ronan appeared far from where the storm erupted. As soon as he landed, he split into seven or eight identical silver figures, which rushed off in different directions.
Every figure reflected a mirror-like luster in the sunlight.
This is the optimized and upgraded effect of the [[Space Silvering]] Soul Rune.
The distance of a single spatial teleportation does not increase much, but it adds the effect of creating a "mirror clone" upon landing, specifically for confusing the audience and escaping.
"You think you can escape from me with such meager skills?"
In the sky, the figure in the robe spread out like two drooping wings and let out a disdainful sneer as the injured Sea Goshawk landed on his shoulder.
He looked down at the seven or eight silver figures who were running around on the Silver Silk Grass dancing wildly, and stretched out his right hand with his five fingers spread.
In an instant, the entire field transformed into a wind-swept pasture!
Countless blades of wind appeared, densely packed and impossible to count.
The long stretches of Silver Silk Grass across the entire plain were shredded and crushed into dust by countless blades of wind, and the deep blue replaced the original light silver of the plain, which had now completely become the domain of the wind.
The sharp blades of wind converged, forming a massive, deep blue wave that, under the control of the Sea Goshawk's master, the wizard, swept and crushed across the fields wave after wave.
"Bang—bang—"
On the barren plain, the soil, plowed three feet deep, exploded one after another as silver humanoid figures fled in all directions.
When only one figure remained in sight, the Sea Goshawk wizard's long hair danced wildly, and he uttered a majestic chant.
"The Wind Formless, but the power is mine!"
His outstretched fingers suddenly tightened.
In an instant, the giant waves of wind across the entire plain surged forth, all pressing towards the last remaining silver figure.
In the blink of an eye, the tiny figure was swallowed up by layers of deep blue "giant waves." "It's over."
The Sea Goshawk wizard whispered, his robes, like drooping wings, rapidly contracted, and the injured Sea Goshawk let out a loud cry from his shoulder. In his vision, giant waves composed entirely of Wind Blade were still piling up one after another, but the aura around him had already begun to subside.
However, just as he was about to take a step down to check the situation,
Suddenly, "click—"
A golden lightning bolt, tens of feet thick, suddenly struck down from the sky.
The Sea Goshawk wizard paused, then suddenly looked up.
I realized that the once bright sky above had been covered with layers of dark clouds.
An indescribable, extremely oppressive atmosphere slowly circulated in the air.
Below, towering waves of wind suddenly surged upwards, as if something was about to break through from beneath.
What's going on?
The Sea Goshawk on his shoulder made an uneasy rustling sound. The wizard's eyes narrowed slightly, he muttered something to himself, raised his hand, and was about to make a move.
A narrow Golden Rift suddenly appeared in his field of vision!
"Boom!"
The fissures opened, and molten gold, like the hot liquid formed after 10,000 tons of gold were melted, poured out.
An aura unique to taboo burst forth.
"Forbidden Law Domain?!"
The Sea Goshawk wizard blurted out instinctively, but before he could even feel the shock, he saw the next second—
The massive, deep blue wave formed from countless Wind Blade suddenly burst open, and a golden halo, even more dazzling and blinding than the midday sun, rapidly rose.
An indescribable surge of spiritual power swept in, and the narrow Golden Rift in the void suddenly expanded more than tenfold at this moment, with even more golden magma gushing down from the rift, as if an eye flowing with golden tears had opened between heaven and earth.
In his pupils, an indescribable golden shadow shifted from illusion to reality.
Three enormous, ferocious lion heads, sixteen pairs of wings, an eagle's body, and countless chainsaw tentacles—a figure resembling an evil ancient god from mythology appeared, cast in gold, its entire body dripping with scalding hot golden molten metal! At this moment, a terrifying aura and rolling heatwave swept across the land, and golden light illuminated the heavens and the earth.
The Sea Goshawk wizard's pupils contracted, his eyes widened in shock, and he murmured incredulously.
"This is impossible... You... Aren't you level three?"
Don't compare me to an ordinary Third Level Wizard.
A calm voice answered him.
A figure strolled towards the center of the dazzling, golden halo.
The man was dressed in an ordinary Dark Blue Magic Robe, standing on a freely flowing golden river. He was bathed in brilliant golden light, his robe, hair, and even his eyebrows were all dyed in a noble and ancient golden color.
"Roar!"
Beneath the Golden Rift, an ancient Evil God with a lion's head and an eagle's body roared.
Countless tentacles cast from Molten Slurry gold tore through the void, carrying a thick aura of taboo, and violently shattered the multiple force fields surrounding the Sea Goshawk wizard, binding him completely.
The handsome young man, walking on the river of golden lava, approached the Sea Goshawk wizard. He glanced at the Sea Goshawk on the wizard's shoulder, which was silent with fear, and then looked at the wizard's face, which was filled with shock and disbelief. He calmly said, "I stand at the end of the mist."