Space Magic Inheritance-Minotaur Was a Real One!
Ronan remembered that Kosti had mentioned it to him briefly when they were in the Silver Magic Ring.
The main purpose of these Silver Magic Ring Masters when they came to the South was to find the Mirror of Emptiness, a supreme treasure left behind by the Ancient Mirror Garden.
As Ronan picked up the silver vanity mirror, the phrase "Mirror of Emptiness" inexplicably came to mind.
There is an intricate connection between the Minotaur's Labyrinth and the master of the Mysterious Garden Secret Realm, which in turn is linked to the Ancient Mirror Garden Mysterious Garden Secret Realm. The treasure of the Minotaur is a mirror. No wonder Ronan would make such a guess.
But what is the truth? "Who knows?"
Ronan shook his head and carefully examined the silver mirror in his hand.
Judging from its appearance alone, this silver mirror is quite similar to many other mirror-like magical artifacts that flowed out of the Ancient Mirror Garden. The only difference is that the back of the mirror does not have the iconic patterns of the Ancient Mirror Garden, but instead has countless condensed and flowing gray mists. If you look closely, it will seem as if you are falling into the Minotaur's Labyrinth.
The front of the mirror is like a pool of clear water that does not disperse, very clear, exuding a strong, obscure and mysterious aura, belonging to the mysterious aura of space.
Ronan tried to slowly infuse his mental energy into it. "Whoosh—"
He suddenly appeared in another space.
Snow-white and bright.
In contrast, beneath our feet lies dark, soft, and fertile soil.
A thick, milky fog filled the air.
Ronan gently pushed aside the white mist in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then walked in one direction.
After walking for about the time it takes to fill an hourglass, Ronan touched an invisible "wall" in the thick fog.
"It's over."
Ronan tapped on the invisible wall in front of him and found that his mental energy could not [Penetration] it.
Just as they were about to change direction and continue their exploration, a faint voice suddenly drifted slowly from the mist.
In the corner where the moonlight cannot reach, the stone walls whisper ancient curses; every step treads on the cracks of time.
Whose shadow was swallowed?
Ronan listened intently and sensed that it was an ancient ballad.
It sounded like a child singing, with a tender and clear voice.
An unknown space, everything unknown—the nursery rhyme emanating from the mist carries a slightly eerie quality.
Ronan hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to follow the direction from which the song was coming.
Finally, at some point, Ronan cleared the fog, and the voice in his ears suddenly became clear.
Then he saw a little boy, about four or five years old, wearing a brown vest, breeches, and leather boots, with shoulder-length blond hair, sitting on a red wooden horse on the black, wet mud. He was rocking back and forth, singing and occasionally letting out bursts of cheerful laughter.
The walls are moving, the roads are deforming.
Echo! Echo! You lost one, you are nowhere to be found.
Just as Ronan appeared, the mysterious ancient song came to an abrupt end.
The blond boy on the red rocking horse saw Ronan and immediately broke into a bright smile.
He quickly dismounted from the wooden horse and waved enthusiastically to Ronan.
It was as if they had been waiting for Ronan for a very, very long time.
Ronan's eyes gleamed as he walked step by step toward the boy.
When he reached the boy, the boy naturally took his hand, then pointed to the red rocking horse next to him and said, "Would you like to sit down?"
The boy stared longingly at Ronan, his porcelain-smooth and delicate face showing a look of expectation and pleading.
Ronan couldn't refuse, so after thinking for a moment, he nodded and sat down on the rocking horse.
"Crunch—crunch—"
The wooden red rocking horse creaked slightly under the weight of an adult like Ronan carefully controlled the rhythm of the swaying, afraid of breaking it.
The blond boy, however, seemed very happy, clapping excitedly on the side.
After rocking on the rocking horse for a while, Ronan stopped and tentatively asked the blond boy beside him, "Minotaur?"
The latter seemed not to hear his question at all, and instead grabbed his hand again, saying impatiently, "I'll show you around my room."
Ronan was pulled by the blond boy to his feet from the red rocking horse, and then they ran toward the side of the mist.
The boy seemed very anxious, pulling Ronan's hand while repeatedly muttering, "It's too late, it's almost too late."
"Too late for what?"
Ronan couldn't help but ask, but the boy ignored him and just kept reciting to himself.
The two walked through the thick fog, not knowing how long they had been running, when the boy leading the way suddenly stopped.
Ronan was taken aback, and then saw the boy turn around and look at him with a disappointed expression.
"There's not enough time, we'll have to wait until next time."
Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. He squatted down, ready to say some comforting words to the boy, but the boy hugged him tightly the next second.
He held Ronan tightly around the neck, as if reluctant to part ways.
He whispered in Ronan's ear, "He chose you, and since he chose you, I have no choice but to choose you too."
Don't let us down.
Before Ronan could react, the boy in his arms dispersed like mist, and a point of silver light emerged from the mist, then quickly darted towards Ronan's brow.
In an instant, Ronan felt a massive Torrent of information rush into his mind.
Countless mysteries and knowledge related to space flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.
Ronan felt an excruciating pain, as if his soul were about to split open, and he fainted instantly.
"Rustle, rustle—"
Ronan felt something soft and fluffy brush against his cheek, and a slightly tingling sensation kept coming from the tip of his nose.
He couldn't help but sneeze, waking up from his sleep.
Several squirrels scurried away from him in a panic. The warm sunlight shone on him, and the air was filled with the faint scent of grass.
Ronan sat up, some fallen leaves and grass clippings falling from him. He sat on the lush grass, momentarily lost in a daze.
"You're out?"
"How long have I been asleep?"
He recognized this as the place where he and Moriel had been ambushed and cornered by two Level Five Wizards.
But Moriel, the Abyss Bull Demon Babu Li, the Level Five Wizard Monster, Narros, the Mirror of Emptiness, the blond boy—everything that happened in the Minotaur's Maze felt like an incredibly real dream.
His head was still spinning. Ronan rubbed his temples, then wobbled as he flew up from the ground. It took him three whole days to return to the Spirit Lake.
He drove straight back to his residence.
As soon as he opened the door, Arrietty, who was directing a group of Cave Gnome to cultivate the fields, saw him and exclaimed with great joy as she rushed towards him.
How long have I been gone?
While questioning Arrietty, Ronan took out several communication devices from his Space Ring and checked them one by one.
He breathed a sigh of relief after receiving Arrietty's reply of "six months".
"Six months... that's alright, not too long."
Arrietty laboriously brought over a large stack of thick parchment and placed it in front of him, angrily complaining that in the six months he had been away, that fierce woman had come twice more and almost smashed the door down. Ronan, of course, knew who Arrietty was talking about— Hathaway —but he had no energy to deal with that right now.
He picked up the parchment Arrietty had brought him and glanced at it, discovering that it contained her transcriptions of news, big and small, delivered by the "Spirit Lake Postman" over the past six months.
Each parchment was covered with Arrietty's newly learned handwriting, written in a crooked and messy manner.
Ronan thanked Arrietty briefly, then tossed aside the parchments and plunged into his meditation room.
He urgently needs to find out what happened to him during his coma.
In the meditation room, Ronan's mind sank into a deep concentration.
In the Consciousness Space, Alazan continuously sends signals that he wants to communicate with him.
Ronan ignored it for the moment, focusing all his attention on the new thing that had appeared in his mind.
It is a silver mirror.
Shaped like a full moon, its edges are adorned with various exquisite and intricate patterns; one side is bright, while the other remains shrouded in flowing gray mist.
Perhaps this is what the "Mirror of Emptiness" truly looks like.
The silver mirror exuded an ancient and obscure aura, with wisps of mysterious energy hanging down from it, like streams of silver sand, constantly merging into the spiritual core directly below, coating the originally dark gold core with a deep and mysterious silver glow.
Ronan could clearly sense streams of knowledge and profound mysteries about the spatial system constantly entering his mind, slowly forming a system of inheritance.
Within the dark gold core, the elemental spirituality belonging to the space system is also rapidly increasing, and its foundation is becoming more profound.
The inherited knowledge and profound mysteries are slowly changing the effects of his several Soul Rune related to Space Magic. In his mind, the outline of a true spatial magic is slowly taking shape.
"The Minotaur is a good man; he truly passed on his legacy."
Ronan murmured, then recalled the few words the blond boy in the mirror had said to him before he lost consciousness.
He chose you, he chose you too, so I have no choice but to choose you as well. Don't let us down.
"Who are those two 'he's'?"
"Us."
Who exactly chose him? And it seems there was more than one person who chose him. Ronan subconsciously thought of the owner of the Mystic Garden; the only one who could be clearly linked to the Minotaur was him.
If the Minotaur and the owner of the Mystic Garden are not the same person, then who is the third person?
A wizard from the Ancient Mirror Garden?
Unable to figure it out, Ronan could only temporarily set the problem aside and try again to touch the "Mirror of Emptiness" with his mental power.
Let's just call it the "Mirror of Emptiness".
The moment their mental powers touched, the bright side of the silver mirror, which was suspended in Ronan's Consciousness Space, immediately emitted a strong silver light, followed by an immense suction force emanating from the mirror.
The scene before him shifted, and when Ronan regained his senses, he found himself once again in the Mist Space where he had previously encountered the blond boy Minotaur.