Echo Tide, Breakthrough

Just as Ronan's own will could no longer exert any further influence on the fifteen crystals, "Boom!" The energy particles gathered by the ascension array finally landed on him, transforming into an even greater pressure that severely weighed on the fifteen crystals.

"Crunch, crunch—"

Fourteen Spiritual Power Crystal, plus a Light Chrysalis, were squeezed together, producing a tooth-grinding sound.

The magic circle's effect acted on Ronan's soul, causing a portion of his soul power to ignite and transform into a murky flame, golden in color with wisps of black ash, which coiled between the "compressed" Spiritual Power Crystal and the Light Chrysalis.

At that moment, Ronan realized why Alazan had said that choosing the lowest-level advancement array would have a very low success rate.

Because of his profound foundation, he possessed a total of fifteen Spiritual Power Crystal, far exceeding those of an ordinary Third Level Wizard. Furthermore, due to three spiritual energy purifications, the strength of each Spiritual Power Crystal far surpassed that of ordinary people.

The soul fire generated by burning the soul is not pure enough, so the first step of "shattering and melting" is ridiculously difficult.

Without the aid of a higher-level advancement array, the "compression force" provided by a lower-level array is simply insufficient.

Even with an intermediate-level Dawn Promotion Magic Array, Ronan's Spiritual Power Crystal were a bit too "stubborn".

Ronan thought of the Green Braid Witch had advanced at almost the same time as him; she might already be working on the second or even third step.

The ancient magic circle continued to operate, and the plump Magic Crystal embedded in the circle were rapidly consumed and dimmed.

The energy particles gathering in the void were like a snowball, accumulating more and more until they transformed into tangible crystalline water, which fiercely washed over Ronan's body.

Ronan's body and soul simultaneously felt an immense pressure.

I don't know how long this process took.

"Snap—"

Ronan finally heard the long-awaited cracking sound.

A desolate wasteland, where the Ancient Echo Spirit wander.

Sigel wandered silently through the ruins, trying to avoid the hordes of wandering spirits that emitted a faint black light.

"Boom—"

He suddenly heard a muffled clap of thunder.

It came from a rather distant place.

The sound was so clear in the desolate wilderness that, in an instant, countless strangely shaped Ancient Echo Spirit on the ruins stopped wandering and slowly raised their heads in one direction.

Sigel turned sharply and looked in the direction from which the thunder came.

He saw a huge, mottled energy vortex appear in the dim sky in the distance. Every time the vortex rotated and the energy rolled, it emitted a sound like muffled thunder.

On the ruined land, some of the Ancient Echo Spirit "emotions" had been stimulated by the sound returned to normal and continued their aimless wandering, while others were attracted by the sound of the vortex and began to slowly move in the direction from which the sound came.

Sigel stood still, silently watching the swirling vortex, his eyes gleaming.

A moment later, he turned around expressionlessly and continued with what he hadn't finished.

He has already wasted enough time.

"Click-clack—"

Fine cracking sounds echoed continuously within the Consciousness Space.

At this moment, apart from the white Light Chrysalis of the [Secret Chrysalis], Ronan's other fourteen Spiritual Power Crystal all showed signs of cracking, and the degree of cracking was constantly deepening.

The soul fire burned eerily, scorching the shattered edges of the Spiritual Power Crystal, causing it to melt like beeswax.

At the same time, it also removes some of the impurities that have settled in Ronan's soul.

Ronan sat quietly with his eyes closed, unmoved amidst the cascading Energy Torrent, like an ancient, unchanging reef.

Around him, at the edge of the fourth-order magic array, the Ancient Echo Spirit, drawn by the movement of the surroundings, were now densely packed together.

They lay on the energy shield of the magic circle, their blurry figures resembling distorted faces in the ever-flowing ripples.

They pressed their faces against the transparent light shield, their eyes wide Greed fixed on the figure at the very center of the magic circle, while more and more sound spirits continued to squeeze in.

"Too slow."

Ronan began to feel dissatisfied with the current pace of promotion.

He suddenly released a portion of his mental energy, allowing it to seep into the massive Energy Torrent outside his body.

Driven by mental energy, the already enormous energy vortex suddenly became even larger, with more energy particles converging towards it.

"Boom!"

As if an entire mountain had suddenly pressed down on him, Ronan's body swayed slightly, and within his Consciousness Space, the rate at which the fourteen Spiritual Power Crystal shattered suddenly accelerated.

Similarly, the number of Ancient Echo Spirit surging from outside the magic circle also began to surge dramatically, quickly filling the entire room and the entire magic circle to overflowing, even completely engulfing the figure at the center of the magic circle. "Whoosh—"

Ronan's Consciousness Space trembled slightly.

The fourteen completely shattered Spiritual Power Crystal melted like wax under the scorching heat of the soul fire, perfectly enveloping the remaining white Light Chrysalis.

Within the shattered Spiritual Power Crystal, the Soul Rune within, like totems floating in water, gradually converged towards the center.

This is a process of destruction followed by construction, of transformation and rebirth.

Ronan's mind gradually calmed down, and he entered a mysterious state that was difficult to describe.

He watched as his spiritual energy melted and coalesced into a ball, which was "solidifying" and reforming into a more advanced form.

It looks like a multifaceted golden crystal from the outside, and then quickly transforms into a perfect golden sphere.

Inside the sphere, the shadows of runes kept flashing by. At first, Ronan could still make out what each of the flashing runes looked like.

Gradually, it became unclear, and the sphere seemed to become exceptionally murky.

It was as if a thick fog lingered within it.

He instinctively wanted to dispel the fog, and he didn't know how long that process took.

Suddenly, a beam of light leaked out from the mist of the sphere.

Ronan was like someone who had been stumbling and running through the Black Night and fog for a long time, finally emerging from the fog and welcoming the bright dawn he had been looking forward to.

He opened his eyes wide to embrace the sudden sense of liberation and joy in that moment.

Then, in the light beyond the mist, he saw—

Amidst the wind and snow, a multi-headed giant serpent with eyes as Blood Sun!

Above the yellow sands, an eternal and magnificent Golden Country! Beneath the sky, raging thunder and hurricanes! In the void, a silver key formed by countless folds of Mirrorlight! In the vast sea of stars, a pitch-black hole that devours everything—one magical phenomenon after another flashed rapidly before Ronan's eyes.

It took a century.

Or it might just be a fleeting blink of an eye.

At a certain moment, "thump—"

Ronan seemed to hear the heartbeat of a new life being born! The next second...

He was completely immersed in the boundless Elemental Ocean.

"Roar--"

On the ruined wilderness, the Ancient Echo Spirit, with its long, narrow body, many claws and legs, resembling a mantis, and with numerous white, distorted light patterns floating on its jet-black body, raised its head and let out a silent roar.

Visible ripples spread out of its mouth in concentric circles.

After its roar, it moved like a ghost, silently rushing towards a patch of beautifully colored energy clouds in the distant sky.

Similar scenes were playing out in every corner of this desolate wasteland.

If one were to look down from above at this moment, one could clearly see that in an area where the inner and outer corridors of the Silent Corridor meet, countless Ancient Echo Spirit are all rushing toward one location.

"It's actually creating an 'Echo Tide'!"

Several figures hovered high in the air, one of whom, a wizard, gazed toward the Inner Corridor and murmured to himself.

At this moment, one can even speak directly with their mouth without provoking any attacks from the Ancient Echo Spirit.

Almost all the Ancient Echo Spirit in this area were drawn to the rolling energy clouds in the distance, and the sound of falling rocks or thunderous explosions echoed across the wilderness.

"Which reckless person did this? They've caused such a commotion. Now they're definitely not going to be able to get out anytime soon."

A dignified-looking wizard frowned and said.

"Let's walk deeper into the outer corridor; it'll be fine once this 'Echo Tide' passes."

Someone suggested it, but others quickly shook their heads, "The genius of the Wizard Heart Hall Qi Ge, has just advanced to level five. Since the Silent Corridor opened, he has been honing his combat skills in the depths of the outer corridor with the help of the Sound Spirit. The commotion there is even greater than this."

The group whispered amongst themselves, unaware that a wizard standing at the edge of the crowd had a grim expression.

Suddenly, he was propelled forward, heading towards the direction of the spectacular "Echo Tide".

Sigel moved swiftly among the silent, rushing Ancient Echo Spirit, his eyes flashing rapidly.

He remained expressionless, focusing only on increasing his speed.

Two figures hurriedly flew out from among the countless Ancient Echo Spirit like a tide towards the depths of a flowing Inner Corridor.

A man and a woman, both dressed in the robes of the Black Moon Faction, had slightly solemn expressions.

Sigel brushed past the two men, and in that instant, he saw the surprised and puzzled expressions on their faces.

Without saying a word, he rushed into the Inner Corridor.

Sigel stopped abruptly when he arrived at the entrance of a familiar place.

Seeing the countless, densely packed Ancient Echo Spirit before him, even Sigel, a Level Four Wizard, felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively gasped.