Sky Weaver, Soul Torture, Son of the Deep Sea, He Will Believe It

The scorching lava flowed silently across the plains, melting vast swathes of fertile soil and turning it a golden color.

It was as if there was a huge, blazing furnace between heaven and earth, with heat waves distorting large areas of space.

With fifteen Spiritual Power Crystal and the added blessing of [[Clarity Extreme Thought]], the fully unleashed power of [Golden Fire] exceeded Ronan's original expectations.

The manifestation of Spirit Maya, one of the Seven Pillar Gods of the Golden Country, descended like an evil and ancient curse, attempting to engulf everything in molten gold.

Perhaps only the [Forbidden Black Hole] after being amplified by the [Law Control] armband can surpass it.

Ronan squinted as he examined the "perpetrator" in front of him.

At the late stage of level four, he had probably only recently been promoted, and his mental strength was even weaker than Ronan's under the [[Clarity Extreme Thought]] state.

He is very handsome, around thirty years old, and possesses the unique elegance and dashing temperament of a wind-type wizard.

Of course, under the suppression of the Forbidden Law Domain aura of the [True. Golden Fire], he had long since lost his composure and was bound like a rice dumpling by tentacles flowing with golden magma.

Ronan casually removed the rings from the man's ten fingers, and the latter groaned, his body struggling repeatedly like a fish.

Ronan ignored them and checked them one by one.

When he counted down to a light blue Space Ring, he noticed the pattern etched on it, paused, and looked up.

"Sky Weaver?"

The man let out a cold laugh, offering no reply. His spiritual power, belonging to the Level Four Dawn, was quietly gathering, as if he were brewing a magical technique for a desperate counterattack.

"Pop—"

Ronan lightly touched the man's brow with one finger, and the spiritual energy formed by the fifteen Spiritual Power Crystal outlined profound runes, like an invisible nail, deeply driven into the man's mind.

The spell the latter was preparing immediately collapsed, and it let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Ronan calmly watched as the man's body twisted uncontrollably, veins bulging on his forehead and neck, and within a few breaths, he was drenched in sweat.

This is a little trick from Alazan specifically designed to torment the soul.

Ronan himself tried it.

Even though he had been practicing Ascetic Body Forging since his apprenticeship, and his pain threshold was far beyond that of ordinary wizards, under the torture of the "Nail of the Soul," his limit was only the fourth nail before his will could not withstand it and collapsed.

This is Ronan; for an ordinary wizard, one nail is enough.

Ronan waited quietly for the time it takes to make two hourglasses, until the man was in so much pain that his body began to convulse uncontrollably, before he ran his hand over the man's brow again and pulled the "nail" out a little.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The man briefly broke free from the pain, gasping for breath like someone who had just been rescued from drowning.

"It is the Sky Weaver."

He answered hastily, fearing he would once again fall under Ronan's torture.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.

The Sky Weaver are a large wizarding force under the guidance of the Pendulum of Fate, belonging to the Destiny Empire. They operate in a low-key and mysterious manner, and it is said that most of their wizards primarily practice wind magic.

"Name?"

Ronan thought for a moment and then asked.

The man cooperated this time and immediately said, "Sindison Bolzinjis."

"I don't know you, and I have no grudge against or connection with the Sky Weaver."

Ronan asked calmly, "Why did you come to me?"

The man glanced at him and snorted, "I happen to need the soul of a Third Level Wizard as experimental material."

You're unlucky; I just happened to run into you.

"Pop—"

Ronan lightly stroked the man's brow with his fingertips, and the veins in the man's eyes and face bulged instantly Ronan this movement.

"Buzz—"

The second Nail of the Soul condensed in Ronan's hand, his gaze sweeping over the man as if searching for a place to place the second nail.

"Don't"

The man's veins bulged, his face flushed, and he forced out the words of pleading through clenched teeth. "I'll... tell the truth."

"Call--"

Ronan raised his hand and dispersed the Dharma body of Spirit Maya, and the magnificent golden color of everything in the world flowed back to the distant and unknown Golden Kingdom.

The second, followed by the third Nail of the Soul, were all flicked into the body of the Level Four Wizard named Sindison. Then, the Nail of the Soul at the center of his forehead was pulled out slightly, and he made a listening gesture on his face.

"Speak."

Ronan calmly said, "I have my own way of telling the truth from your answers. If you lie again, the pain will increase threefold."

The man was panting heavily. Upon hearing this, his eyelids twitched violently. He gave Ronan a deep look, as if he were looking at a demon, then gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Because of the contract, I cannot say that person's name."

All I can tell you is that person is from your Spirit Lake, and like you, a wizard from the Deep Sea Faction.

Both are wizards from the Spirit Lake Deep Sea Faction.

Ronan frowned slightly upon hearing this answer.

He had only been officially a member of Spirit Lake for less than a year, and apart from Heliodore, he had almost no interaction with anyone else.

Why did someone suddenly appear out of nowhere to antagonize him, and even go to such lengths to hire a late-stage level four wizard from outside the Spirit Lake faction to take his life?

"That person has a great reputation in your Deep Sea Faction. Once you get back, you only need to make a few inquiries to find out who he is."

Perhaps noticing Ronan's furrowed brow, and fearing he might be dissatisfied with his answer and fiddle with the Nail of the Soul again, the man quickly offered a hint.

Why did that person send you to hunt me down?

Ronan asked.

"Because of the competition among the Son of the Deep Sea."

The man replied, "That person is determined to obtain the position of the Son of the Deep Sea, and your existence poses a certain threat to him, so he wants to nip you in the bud."

"Son of the Deep Sea?"

Ronan was slightly taken aback.

"You don't even know this?"

The man looked at him with slight surprise, then explained, "The Old Prophet has died, New Prophet has taken his place."

The first thing the New Prophet will do after taking control of the empire's destiny is to 'bless' it.

"The three major schools of Spirit Lake, each with its most outstanding wizarding genius, can receive a prophetic blessing from the Prophet. The Wizard Heart Hall, the Sky Weaver, and all large-scale wizarding forces within the Destiny Empire can obtain this honor."

"The blessing from the prophetic side can 'avoid death,' escaping a certain calamity, which is equivalent to having an extra life compared to others. No qualified and ambitious wizard would miss this opportunity."

Ronan listened to the man's story, his eyes darting around.

During a pause in the other person's story, he suddenly asked, "What's the strength of that person you're talking about? What's his talent like?"

The man glanced at him, thought for a moment, and replied, "Late stage of level four, just one step away from giving birth to a primordial spirit and advancing to level five."

"His talent is excellent; his soul aptitude is rated seven stars."

"How could he possibly think that a mere Third Level Wizard like me would pose a threat to him?"

Ronan shook his head.

Are you a regular Third Level Wizard?

The man blurted it out, then stopped himself abruptly.

He glanced at the vast expanse of golden land behind Ronan, which still looked as if it had been washed by lava. Thinking of the powerful mental strength that Ronan possessed, comparable to a late-stage level four wizard, and the spell that summoned a terrifying, indescribable golden monster that resembled an ancient Evil God, he said resentfully, "Did you get a ten-star rating in the knowledge test during the Spirit Lake entrance trial?"

"Yes."

"Then that's correct."

The selection of the Son of the Deep Sea Deep Sea Faction involves a comparison of wisdom.

Your strength is naturally... insignificant to him.

But in terms of knowledge and wisdom... he poses a great threat!

"I've only just started learning, and you're already in such a hurry to kill me? Isn't that a bit too hasty?"

"On the contrary."

The man shook his head. "Right now, your potential is not apparent and you don't receive much attention. If you suddenly fall from grace, at most you'll only cause a small ripple in the Spirit Lake. Before long, you'll be completely forgotten."

As the selection of the Son of the Deep Sea approaches, all the Deep Son of the Deep Sea Deep Sea School wizards who are qualified and capable of competing for the title will be chosen. Then, when they decide who to target, he, as the biggest favorite for the Son of the Deep Sea, will undoubtedly be the prime suspect."

The man finished speaking.

Ronan fell into deep thought.

Time passed second by second. The man looked at Ronan, who was lost in thought and silent, and began to secretly try to manipulate the three Nail of the Soul inside his body.

Just as he was racking his brains trying to find a way to get rid of this strange method, Ronan suddenly spoke, startling him.

"Your mission failed this time. How are you going to explain this to him when you get back?"

The man quickly recovered from his guilty conscience and said nonchalantly, "How can I explain? I'll explain however I need to."

"We just have a simple employer-employee relationship, what can he do to me?"

"As Level Four Dawn of the Sky Weaver, you are secretly engaging in such dirty deeds, assassinating a formal member wizard of Super Large force. If this gets out, aren't you afraid of being expelled from the Sky Weaver?"

Ronan spoke calmly.

The man looked at him and smiled. "You're too young and think too simply about this world."

Every power has its bright and dark sides. At worst, I'll just become Dark Curtain Weaver.

Ronan slightly raised his eyelids, not wanting to dwell on the matter any longer, but instead asked, "So, after you fail, what will he do next?"

"He will certainly not give up on eliminating you, because my failure has greatly increased your perceived threat level."

The person who comes next time will definitely be far more powerful than me.

The man answered leisurely.

Ronan seemed thoughtful. "So, as long as I remain a threat to him, he will never give up?"

"That's just how it is."

The man nodded.

Ronan narrowed his eyes. "You just mentioned, what kind of person was he again?"

The man paused for a moment, then slowly looked at Ronan.

What do you want to do?

A few minutes later.

On the vast field, the man with the Sea Goshawk on his shoulder listened to Ronan's entire plan, and a strange or odd expression appeared on his face.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Will he believe you?"

"Intelligent, powerful, genius, confident to the point of arrogance."

Ronan counted in a low voice, opened his hands, and a wisp of invisible soul power burst forth from his fingertips like fireworks.

"Plus this, he'll definitely believe it."

"Do as I say, and once it's done, I will naturally remove the restrictions on your soul."

The snow-white Sea Goshawk spread its wings and soared into the sky. The man looked at Ronan, whose face was calm and whose eyes were as deep as an unfathomable blue lake. For some reason, he felt a slight tremor in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and nodded emphatically, "Okay."

I hope you... keep your word.

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