Advancement, the Magic Postman, and Spirit Lake News

The rune that Ronan fed to Aihaxia came from the level 5 Ancient Echo Spirit the Silent Corridor.

The Ancient Echo Spirit Crystal Core obtained from the Silent Corridor had already been absorbed by Ronan as if it were Magic Crystal. The remaining fragments of runes that were passed down to Echoes of the Past were the most complete.

Feeding the Echoes of the Past Runes to Aihaxia was merely a small experiment he conducted on Undead Magic.

Ronan had another method in mind to truly enhance the built-in Potter of the Ghost Arrow.

Ronan made Aihaxia kneel before him, then extended his right hand, gently placing the tip of his index finger on Aihaxia's forehead, and slowly began to trace.

This is like a process of engraving runes.

Ronan's fingers, like red-hot branding irons, etched rune marks onto Aihaxia's forehead.

Aihaxia's already sinister face contorted almost instantly, as if in extreme pain, with wisps of black smoke rising from his forehead.

Ronan remained expressionless, his other hand gently pinching a quaint, Square-Horned Cowbell.

What he is now inscribing on Aihaxia is a rune that he obtained from the body of the Comb-boned Demon Snail along with the [Spiral Palace], and named by him as the [Doomsday Sound].

Since practicing the Ghost Arrow is like crafting a magical artifact, theoretically, it should be feasible to inscribe runes on the Ghost Arrow blank.

Ronan slowly inscribed it, Aihaxia's expression gradually changed from painful contortion to ferocious rage, revealing the ferocity of the undead, and his overwhelming resentment erupted like a volcano.

Ronan was always prepared to use the Square-Horned Cowbell to suppress Aihaxia's backlash at any time.

But to his surprise, Aihaxia did not make any attack on him until the very end.

"Call--"

Ronan quickly withdrew his hand, and the black smoke around his body dissipated. Aihaxia, whose body was almost transparent, turned into a cloud of Black Mist as if he had collapsed, and willingly threw himself into the cowbell in Ronan's hand.

If this continues, Aihaxia's Nether Ghost form may completely collapse.

The inscription of the "Doomsday Sound" is not yet complete. This is not something that can be done overnight. With a few more attempts, it will be finished soon.

Ronan flicked his sleeve, causing the soil beneath him to churn and refill the pool he had created to forge the Ghost Arrow, erasing all traces.

Then I casually found a place to sit down and sorted out the gains I had made in my spiritual practice over the past six months.

Name: Ronan Damien

Age: 27

[Talents: Ice Attribute Affinity, [Immaculate Body] (Active), [Clarity Extreme Thought] (Active), Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline (3%)]

[Strength: Level Four Formal Wizard (2%)]

[Skill: Primordial Star Meditation Technique (Mastery 256/400)]

Ice Dragon Twister (Mastery 211/400)

Cold Wave Surge (Proficiency 305/400)

Summon Ice Spirit (Mastery 156/400)

Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 1599/1600)

Black Steel Touch - Golden Fire (Master 823/1600)

In just six months, relying on the [Primordial Star Meditation Technique], Ronan achieved an "amazing" one percent progress in his mental strength.

At this rate, it will only take another fifty years for him to reach the end of the Level Four Dawn and attempt to break through to the fifth level.

Time seemed to have suddenly returned to the time when he was struggling with Basic Meditation Technique during his apprenticeship, but in fact, his progress was many times greater than that of an ordinary Level Four Wizard.

If relying solely on meditation, an ordinary Level Four Wizard would need to spend decades to reach even one percent of Ronan's current level of progress.

In terms of magical practice, Ronan spent most of his time practicing the legacy of [Golden Fire]. He didn't expend much effort on the three newly learned level four Ice Magic, only barely reaching the level of mastery.

For him, as long as the level 4 Ice Magic can be successfully integrated into the [Frozen Earth] system, that's enough. He can gradually improve his proficiency later through practice.

Correspondingly, the proficiency with the five inherited spells of [Golden Fire] has improved by leaps and bounds.

They have all entered the One Segment Magic Domain Resonance, which is Master Level proficiency of over 500 points. Among them, the [Golden Soul], which he focuses on the most, has even reached the second stage of the Magic Domain Resonance long ago.

My proficiency with [Energy Missile] is stuck at Master Level 1599. I'm only one step away from breaking through to Master Level, and I still need to work hard for a while.

The same is true for [Ascetic Body Forging], which has been unable to break through due to the lack of the key Holy Shrine Power. However, Ronan has successfully built the [Spiral Palace] to "Triple", and the "Ancient Demon God Body" has naturally become more powerful.

However, Ronan has already felt some resistance from his physical body. If he cannot break through in the [Ascetic Body Forging] for a long time, he will probably soon come to an end in the construction of the [Spiral Palace]. In the past six months, Ronan has been working hard to create his own new combat system for the Dawn Rank, and has achieved remarkable results. He just needs to verify it one by one in actual combat.

Ronan closed his eyes and sank his mind into his Consciousness Space.

The dark golden spiritual core in his mind remained the same, except that the number of Primordial Spirit Writing wriggling on it like blood vessels seemed to have increased slightly.

Ronan lowered his gaze, landing on a mysterious black and white Light Chrysalis beneath the dark golden core.

Countless fine threads extend from the Light Chrysalis, connecting Ronan from the inside out, from his physical body to his soul.

This Light Chrysalis, formed from the [Secret Chrysalis], has turned from white to black in about one-third of its size thanks to its own continuous "nourishment" and the feeding of a large amount of Magic Crystal.

Ronan even considered going into the Silent Corridor again, but after contacting Sigel, he learned that Qi Ge of the Wizard Heart Hall was still entrenched in the Silent Corridor and had not given up looking for him, and his personality seemed to have become exceptionally irritable and fierce.

Ronan had no choice but to give up.

Alazan

Ronan silently called Alazan's name in his heart, and a Golden Ladybug slowly crawled from the back of the dark gold sphere to his side.

Before he could say anything, the Golden Ladybug gently spat out a point of crimson light, which then slowly spread out in front of Ronan, forming a twisted and strange rune pattern.

Ronan silently studied the Primordial Spirit Writing before him, and asked in a low voice, "How many is this?"

"Eighty-two."

Alazan responded in a low voice.

Ronan remained silent.

After advancing to the fourth level, his Soul Power and mental strength increased significantly, and his efficiency in comprehending the Primordial Spirit Writing also increased dramatically.

It takes about two to three days to memorize one completely.

Because of his Character Panel, he had a unique advantage in memorizing Primordial Spirit Writing. When he unleashed his full efficiency, the speed at which he memorized the Primordial Spirit Writing even surprised Alazan.

But Ronan still thought it was too slow.

At this rate, it will take him a full sixty-nine days to "obtain" the first "ten thousand Primordial Spirit Writing" promised by Alazan.

Since it's already a "transaction," Ronan's ambitions naturally go beyond just "ten thousand"; ideally, he'd completely empty Alazan's coffers.

He is far inferior to the geniuses of Juventus in terms of bloodline and foundation, so in other aspects, he naturally has to do his best to reach the extreme.

Furthermore, after breaking through to the mastery level of the [Primordial Star Meditation Technique], Ronan made some new progress in piecing together the Primordial Origin Runes.

Although completing this great "puzzle" in one's lifetime seems like a hopeless endeavor, what if? So Ronan needs to collect more "puzzle pieces".

"I am preparing to begin a new round of 'Spirit Heart Amber' practice."

Ronan Alazan in his mind.

Alazan surprisingly didn't object too much, but simply reminded him not to forget about the Clarity Potion.

If he can't find Clarity Potion, all his current efforts will become obstacles to his advancement when he's close to level five.

Ronan nodded to indicate that he understood.

While communicating with Alazan, I suddenly felt a slight spatial fluctuation, and then a clear and melodious bell sound rang in my ears.

"Ring ring—"

Ronan opened his eyes and saw in the distance, near the Apple Forest close to the castle, a tiny, beautiful carriage flew out of the void.

Two white-winged ponies were pulling a little old man wearing a blue wizard's hat.

The man hummed a song with an unreadable melody, brandished a small leather whip, and had a beautiful silver bell hanging from the carriage, which was bulging as if it were stuffed full of something.

"Oh, beautiful Miss Arrietty, it's so nice to see you again."

As soon as the old man landed, he saw Arrietty carrying a small steel fork and doing her daily pest control on the apple tree. He quickly ran off the carriage and was about to kiss Arrietty's hand when she was so frightened that Arrietty hurriedly hid in the bushes.

Ronan flicked his finger from afar, and an invisible wave rapidly spread outwards.

The lewd old man immediately rolled on the ground a dozen times as if he had been kicked hard in the butt, before finally getting up, dizzy and disoriented.

"My dear Lord Ronan, you're getting increasingly rough with me. I feel like these old bones of mine will be smashed to pieces by you sooner or later."

The old man straightened his wizard's hat, muttered something, and then began searching the ground for his lost whip.

"If you continue to be rude to Arrietty, I will hit you harder next time."

Ronan said calmly.

The old man subconsciously shrank his neck, finally found his lost whip, and then "whoosh" drove the carriage straight towards Ronan.

The old man in front of him was the spirit of a certain Dawn Magical Item the Spirit Lake, just like the Silver Staff that Ronan encountered back then, which escaped from the Ancient Mirror Garden.

The old man's identity is that of a "postman," who delivers things to various Dawn Wizard in the Deep Sea. Oh, and "newspapers" too.

The old man approached Ronan, straightened his robes, and blinked at him.

Ronan didn't even lift his eyelids, and casually said, "Let's begin."

As if receiving a definite instruction, the old man's expression brightened. He pulled a crumpled parchment from the carriage behind him, cleared his throat, and loudly proclaimed, "Welcome to this month's Spirit Lake intelligence report, brought to you by Sardius Every Ramsey."

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