Grateful to Misha, Law Control Achieved!

In the crystal-clear pond, Ronan stood on a lotus leaf swaying in the wind.

He moved his lips slightly towards the water's surface and whispered a short incantation.

Soon, ripples appeared in the center of the pond, a whirlpool formed, and a huge Red-skinned Frog jumped out of the whirlpool.

The Red-skinned Frog's bulging eyes darted around, reflecting Ronan's image, and it spoke in human language, "Proof."

Ronan raised his right hand, revealing the Spirit Lake Ring he wore on his ring finger.

The Red-skinned Frog nodded slightly, then opened its mouth, and a white light shone from its dark, hollow mouth, revealing an entrance.

There are many entrances to the Spirit Lake Secret Realm, often hidden in places that ordinary people would not expect. Ronan has now chosen the entrance closest to him.

As Ronan stepped into the giant mouth of the Red-skinned Frog, his body suddenly trembled slightly, and he seemed to experience a momentary blur before his eyes, freezing in place.

A moment later, after being urged impatiently by the Red-skinned Frog, he regained his composure and went inside.

After passing through a brief spatial passage, they reappeared on the vast Spirit Lake.

Ronan didn't rush down, but stood there, gently rubbing his temples with his fingers.

"Soul aftereffects. The memories are flashing back again?"

Alazan's voice rang in his ears, "You'd better get everything ready quickly and try to get promoted."

Ronan slowly lowered his hand from his temple, not responding to Alazan's words, but instead muttering to himself thoughtfully, "If even the World Devouring Insect can be found, there's no reason why there isn't a single Clarity Snake left in the entire Wizard World."

"Alazan, do you think divination spells can provide me with guidance?"

Alazan slowly spoke, "You can give it a try. If you can find a clue, with your current strength, it will be much simpler than going to another world to capture it yourself. If you want to continue cultivating in the 'Spirit Heart Amber,' the Clarity Potion will be an indispensable aid for you."

Ronan nodded, said nothing more, broke through a whirlpool on the lake's surface, passed through a winding crystal tunnel, and finally arrived at the central lakeside.

He entered the deep crater of the waterfall in the center of the lake and slowly descended.

As Ronan was about to arrive at his residence, he suddenly noticed a figure standing quietly at the entrance to his private secret space, as if waiting for him.

Ronan moved closer, and the figure waiting at his "doorstep" slowly turned around.

He is a young-looking male wizard, handsome, and Level Four Dawn.

She wore an extremely exquisite and luxurious robe, and even her hair seemed to have been carefully styled strand by strand. Her whole being exuded a noble and extraordinary aura, like a noble among wizards.

The young wizard looked at Ronan and smiled, and a glow appeared around him.

"Ronan Damien."

He pronounced Ronan's name accurately, then said softly, "My name is Zorn."

I've come on behalf of Misha to give you something.

Ronan stared at the noble wizard before him, his eyes darting around.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and said, "Please come in and we'll talk."

Inside the spacious and brightly lit Secret Realm Space.

His blue-gold hair flowed slightly, like a young monarch sitting on his Misha, casually fiddling with the Magic Spirit Sand Table in front of him while talking to the person beside him.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the entrance to the space, and the group looked up.

"Zorn is back!"

With his bright red hair and the most standard aristocratic wizard demeanor, Zorn appeared so dim and lackluster in front of Misha. He walked up to the group and took the initiative to bow to Misha.

"Did you see them?"

Misha looked at him, squinting her eyes as she awaited his answer.

Zorn nodded, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Like everyone who crawls out of the mud, he is resolute and stubborn, with pride etched in his bones. Although he possesses outstanding talent, he lacks sufficient confidence. He treated me with great respect and hospitality, but he couldn't even provide a decent tea set. His lodgings hadn't undergone any renovations or upgrades."

Zorn paused, then shook his head and said, "It's said that he's currently accumulating magic stones by acting as an assistant to Heliodore and occasionally taking on some low-difficulty tasks. He really needs these resources."

"Heliodore notoriously stingy, no wonder he's so eager to pledge his loyalty to me."

Misha asked calmly, "Did he get the item?"

"Certainly."

Zorn seemed to have thought of something amusing, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, saying in a humorous tone, "When he took the item, I could clearly feel his fingers trembling slightly."

They probably feel you've given them too much.

Several wizards nearby burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"He kept expressing his gratitude to you, and escorted me all the way to the lakeside. Even as the portal closed, I could still see him waving goodbye."

Zorn raised his voice slightly, his tone becoming more relaxed.

Misha couldn't help but laugh too.

"Only such people will willingly become a qualified sword in my hands."

Misha's face radiated boundless confidence, and for a fleeting moment, she was brimming with pride. "With you all by my side, I will help myself rise step by step to the position of the Child of Spirit Lake! Do you believe me?"

Misha glanced around at the group, smiled faintly but said with certainty, "Even without the constraints of the Soul Agreement, this Ronan Damien would be completely devoted to me."

"No one can resist Misha's charm, not even men!"

Someone shouted loudly and exaggeratedly, and the atmosphere in the field was immediately filled with joy.

Misha raised her hand slightly, suppressing the laughter of the crowd, and regained the composure and calmness that a leader should have.

"Of course, whether he deserves more investment from me depends on his future performance."

Misha looked at Zorn again and asked, "You should have completed the procedures for obtaining entry to the Silent Corridor, right?"

Zorn nodded, hesitated slightly, and added, "Sigel is somewhat dissatisfied Ronan Damien's spot was originally promised to his nephew."

"Let his nephew wait until next time."

Misha frowned and said coldly, "He actually dares to show dissatisfaction to me? He's probably forgotten who held off the Tyrant Carnes for him when we moved to the Deep Sea. He took so many benefits from me, but he's shown almost no value whatsoever. Hmph..."

Misha's eyes flickered for a moment before she suddenly spoke up, "Wasn't he fighting for the spot for his nephew?"

"Then let Ronan Damien accompany me into the Silent Corridor this time. I want to see if he really has any complaints about me."

After saying that, Misha lightly flicked the sleeve of his robe and said indifferently, "Reset the sandbox, and you can play another round with me."

"Yes."

"This is the Magic Crystal?"

Ronan sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at a mysterious crystal in his hand, about the size of a fist, resembling a crystal but many times more beautiful.

There are colorful lights flowing inside the crystal, occasionally outlining patterns that resemble runes.

"You're really giving this low-grade Magic Energy Crystal a second glance... In our day, these were just stones you'd throw on the roadside and nobody would even pick them up."

Alazan spoke slowly in his mind, seemingly showing considerable disdain for the so-called Magic Crystal that Ronan treasured.

"Times have changed, my dear Chief Priest."

Ronan casually brushed aside Arrietty, who was clutching a Magic Crystal with shining eyes and refusing to let go, and collected all the Magic Crystal on the table.

He sighed softly, "Even for Level Four Dawn Wizard, this is an extremely precious treasure in the current Wizard World."

At least, Ronan did not find any trace of Magic Crystal in the personal Space Ring of Lumian, Level Four Fire Magic Wizard in the Elemental Magic Ring.

Magic Crystal are a higher level of wizard "currency" than high-level magic stones.

In addition to storing many times more energy particles than a unit of high-grade magic stone, Magic Crystal also contain some naturally formed rune fragments.

Magic stones are typically used as the energy core for activating magical artifacts and Rune Array, while Magic Crystal are key items for maintaining certain high-level ancient large-scale magic arrays. It is no exaggeration to call them strategic energy resources.

Magic Crystal are also an essential component in the two Dawn Advancement plans that Alazan provided to Ronan. There is a special channel for exchanging Magic Crystal in the Spirit Lake, but it requires a lot of Contribution Points and magic stones. Ronan had been struggling to figure out when he would be able to collect enough.

Now, the problem is solved.

Not only that, Misha had also planned out Ronan's entire promotion path.

Considering Ronan's relatively poor soul aptitude, they specially arranged for Ronan to enter the Silent Corridor.

The Silent Corridor is a large ancient secret realm within the territory of the Destiny Empire. Every so often, wizards from various factions within the Destiny Empire are allowed to enter and explore it. Among the sites are relatively well-preserved ancient advancement arrays.

These Magic Crystal are used to activate the magic array.

Ronan thought that since it could be considered to be more effective than ordinary advancement arrays, the ancient advancement array in the Silent Corridor should at least meet the standards of Alazan's first plan.

In this way, all of Ronan's previous problems were solved at once.

All he did was politely invite some arrogant guy into his house for a seat, without even offering him a cup of tea, and a worthless Soul Contract.

"Thank you. Misha, whom I've never met before."

Ronan couldn't help but sigh.

He came up with this ingenious plan, originally hoping to swindle some resources from the culprit who hired someone to hunt him down, thus saving himself some energy and time.

Unexpectedly, he underestimated the credibility of Soul Contract among wizards, as well as the other party's "eagerness to seek talent".

"It seems he really wants to become Son of the Deep Sea..."

A huge mountain that had been blocking his way was so easily moved away, leaving Ronan with a sense of emptiness.

After thinking it over, he decided to continue refining his Soul Rune.

Now there are no external factors that can stop him from being promoted. It would be a lie to say that Ronan was not motivated when he faced Juventus twice.

Only by advancing to level four as soon as possible can we close the gap with the other party.

Three months later, Ronan made another trip to the Spirit Lake Secret Realm.

In a desolate and deserted countryside, a "Nail of the Soul" was removed from the body of the Sky Weaver wizard Sindison.

He promised to retrieve one of the remaining two stones for him every year thereafter.

When the competition among the Son of the Deep Sea ends, all the "Nail of the Soul" will be removed.

Sindison was unaware that the effect of this [Nail of the Soul] could only last for three years at most, after which it would slowly dissipate on its own.

Although Sindison had some reservations about the decision, he was ultimately under Ronan's control and dared not say much. He could only leave dejectedly, saying that he would come to see him again in a year.

Afterwards, Misha sent someone over to inquire in detail about his time to enter the Silent Corridor for advancement, instructing him not to be impatient, that his spot would be reserved for him, and that he must adjust his condition to the best of his ability so that he could advance smoothly on his first try, and so on.

Then they sent him a batch of resources, which made Ronan feel "warm" inside.

Meanwhile, the potion-making work in Heliodore continued. As Ronan's proficiency in potion preparation and material handling increased, perhaps due to some of his own talent manifesting, the processing of ten thousand potion formulas progressed faster and faster, drawing ever closer to completion. "Buzz—"

Ronan stood under the blue sky, his robes billowing silently, his white hair flying.

A faint, intense magical fluctuation emanated from his body, like countless strings of nothingness being plucked simultaneously, blurring the outline of his entire figure.

Large swaths of dark clouds rolled in from above, as if brewing a terrifying storm.

In a fleeting moment, within Ronan's Consciousness Space, seven crystals of Spiritual Power Crystal converged in one place, fitting together perfectly.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his clear blue pupils instantly turned deep purple, becoming as vast and profound as the starry sky of a summer night. Then, an extremely complex and mysterious rune flashed deep within his pupils.

"Taboo."

Ronan spoke, then slowly pointed a finger at the ground in the distance.

"Black hole!"

In an instant, streaks of pure black lightning silently descended from the dark clouds that had accumulated to a certain extreme overhead.

An indescribable, terrifying, and forbidden aura suddenly surged forth.

Countless bolts of pure black lightning converged like flowing water into the space between Ronan's fingers. Then, a point of black light appeared, which expanded and spread in an instant, transforming into a bottomless black hole that swallowed everything!

The terrifying black hole melted a huge hole in the void and, pulled by Ronan, slid down to the ground.

Like a twisted Black Sun [Depravity] ever deeper, wherever it passed, countless grains of sand and rocks were swallowed by the black hole, turning into pure nothingness, and further amplifying the black hole's power. "It's done!"

Ronan, pale and swaying, stared at the scene before him: the light distorted, the land [Annihilation], and the Black Sun [Depravity] darkness. Despite his weakness, he could not hide his joy.

He didn't know how much effort, time, and energy he had spent, or how many failures and restarts he had gone through, but he finally condensed Helamus's [Law Control] rune into his own natal Soul Rune.

Finally, I can summon this [Forbidden Black Hole] legitimately on my own without having to rely on the effect of the Law Control Armlet.

The joy and satisfaction Ronan felt at that moment were beyond words for outsiders.