Hopeful Black Earth! Treasure Space, Juventus's Advancement

Unlike last time, the thick fog here has dissipated considerably.

The black, fertile land stretches as far as the eye can see, surrounded by high walls formed by thick, milky fog. It is somewhat similar to the Minotaur's Labyrinth, but while the latter is filled with a dark, oppressive, cold, and despairing atmosphere, this place is bright and warm, with hope and vitality flowing through the land.

"Judging by appearances, it's over ten hectares in size. If it's for storage, hmm?!"

As Ronan gazed at the Black Earth beneath his feet and sighed, a sudden inspiration flashed through his mind.

He quickly squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil and rubbed it carefully in his hands, then his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Is it real?

"Smack—"

His crouching body suddenly disappeared into the space, and after a short while, he reappeared. This time, Ronan had many odds and ends in his hands, which he scattered like seeds onto the soil in front of him.

Ronan raised his hand, Itai surged forth, casually splashing out a fiery and dazzling golden-red expanse!

Ronan couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"It's true!"

It's a real space!

Even my body can enter.

This is probably the thing that has made Ronan the happiest and most joyful in recent years.

A portable space that can accommodate living things, spanning over ten hectares!

He simply couldn't describe how rare and precious this was.

Treasure!

This truly deserves the title of the Minotaur! "The problem of the Saint Blood Tree is solved!"

The first thing Ronan thought of was the Saint Blood Tree that was growing stronger in the south.

He had been troubled by this for a long time, but had not been able to find a perfect solution.

Now, with the "Mirror of Emptiness," he finally has a place where he can properly place the Saint Blood Tree.

Even if the Saint Blood Tree grows to the point of forming a kingdom, its Saint Blood Kin can still move in.

"I also have a special place for ascetic practice of spells. The concentration of free energy particles in this space is not low."

Ronan had always felt that the accommodations provided by Spirit Lake were not private enough. He had too many secrets, and even the slightest exposure could send him back to the run and hiding.

Moreover, the private Secret Realm Space of Spirit Lake is too small and not stable enough. The magic practice field behind the castle is more like a decoration, with its decorative function far outweighing its practicality.

From now on, he can do whatever he wants in the Mist Space without worrying about disturbing others, or having to pay a "repair fee" after each time he wreaks havoc on the fragile spell practice field.

Ronan spent ten minutes moving all his more valuable possessions from the Space Ring into the Mist Space.

The "Mirror of Emptiness" is bound to his soul, and compared to the Space Ring, it offers far greater security and secrecy.

"He really did give me so many Magic Crystal."

After tidying up the clutter, Ronan looked at the Ruby Ring in his hand, his eyes gleaming with a strange light.

The ring has a simple and ancient design, exuding a touch of majesty and nobility, as if it were reserved for those in high positions.

It is also a spatial ring, with an internal space that is even larger than the total internal space of all the Space Ring Ronan possesses!

"Narros."

Ronan murmured a name, and the image of that tall figure, peaceful yet weary, appeared in his mind.

"Who exactly are you?"

Narros is very strong, so strong that he has exceeded Ronan's current understanding.

Level 6?

No.

He had seen Level Six Wizard before; the leaders and elders of the three major schools of Spirit Lake were level six. He had met them during the entrance selection, but Ronan's impression of them was still far inferior to that of Narros.

"Then it can only be Twilight. Someone on the level of Juventus's father, the Black Wizard King."

And it seems that many other figures like Narros were imprisoned in the "cells" of the Minotaur's Maze.

"Were they all trapped in the maze because of the treasure? Or..."

Ronan's eyes flashed. "This labyrinth of the Minotaur... was actually built specifically to imprison these people?"

I don't know.

The truth of history is still too far removed from Ronan's present situation.

The Space Ring given by Narros contained only Magic Crystal, but there were a total of ten cubic meters! "Cubicle" is a unit of measurement for Magic Crystal, roughly equivalent to one cubic meter.

The Magic Crystal Ronan had previously obtained, including the Ancient Echo Spirit he had acquired in the Silent Corridor, totaled less than one square inch.

Moreover, Narros's Magic Crystal are not ordinary low-grade Magic Crystal; they are older and purer, and the energy and rune fragments they contain far exceed those of ordinary Magic Crystal.

It could be intermediate, or even advanced.

Ronan put on Narros' Ruby Ring and felt its weight on his finger.

His request for the Magic Crystal from Narros was purely on a whim.

Because Narros clearly had the ability to kill him, but he only wounded him, showing too much mercy.

Ronan sensed no murderous intent from Narros; in fact, he felt a great deal of goodwill—it was Ronan who had released Narros, freeing Narros from endless imprisonment! Furthermore, since he intended to give away the Space Key voluntarily, he needed a plausible pretext.

So, almost against his will, he brought it up, and even more miraculously, Narros agreed.

"Ancient wizards were indeed more 'noble' in this respect than modern wizards. The abundant resources fostered their concept and principle of 'equivalent exchange'—what they received, they were expected to give something in return. The prevailing trend in the Wizard World today, however, leans more towards one-sided plunder..."

Ronan tried on Narros' Ruby Ring, then took it off and carefully stored it away.

With this Magic Crystal, his [Secret Chrysalis] Light Chrysalis should be able to mature soon.

Looking at the flat, fertile Black Earth before him, Ronan felt a sense of satisfaction and thought he should plant something.

He asked Arrietty for a handful of flower seeds, scattered them casually, and then took out Moriel's Crimson Red Lotus Scepter, which he had found inside the ring while tidying up the Space Ring.

The Red Lotus Scepter Staff, whose surface is completely devoured by Itai and all its metal decorations, is actually a piece of wood, or more accurately, a piece of wood branch.

Ronan thought for a moment, then stuck the half-twig into the ground, not caring whether it would survive or not.

After tidying up his things, Ronan strolled along the Black Earth, like a king inspecting his territory, or like an old farmer inspecting his fields.

He stopped in front of the high wall formed by white mist, and tried to extend his spiritual power, but was unsurprisingly bounced back.

However, at the same time, some fragmented information also came back from the space itself.

"Energy matter."

Ronan sensed the feedback, his eyes flickered, and he took out a Magic Crystal he had obtained from Narros, casually tossing it towards the white mist wall in front of him.

The Magic Crystal disappeared effortlessly into the high wall, as if it had been swallowed up.

Immediately afterwards, some of the white mist gradually dissipated, revealing the black soil beneath. Ronan stood in place until the white mist stopped dissipating. Comparing it to before, he discovered that the high wall formed by the white mist had moved outward by a total distance of half a finger.

"Hiss--"

Ronan took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions.

He hadn't expected that this space could absorb Magic Crystal energy and expand outwards.

In other words, the true nature of this space is far greater than the small area he sees before him; it may be much, much larger! "Perhaps it could even rival the Spirit Lake Secret Realm!"

Even if it's not as big as the entire Spirit Lake, but only half the Spirit Lake, its value is unimaginable.

After all, his space is movable and portable.

A surge of impulse welled up in Ronan's heart, and he couldn't help but take out a few more Magic Crystal and throw them into the high wall to dispel the fog.

The high wall kept moving backward. Just as Ronan had vented his emotions and was about to stop, he suddenly saw a layer of white mist dissipate, and a small silver door appeared from the mist.

"Another door?"

Ronan was taken aback and quickly went over to try to open the small door, but his mental energy bounced back as soon as it touched it.

The small door was tightly closed.

He thought for a moment and wondered if he could push the door open with his hands. But just as his palm touched the small door, the image of the silver mirror in his mind flickered slightly.

"Um?!"

Ronan paused for a moment, then quickly realized that the "key" to opening this door might be related to the spatial Spell Inheritance left to him by the Minotaur.

"Minotaur, you've given me way too much."

Ronan couldn't help but recall the image of that blond boy again, and silently exited the space.

I opened my eyes and found myself in the dimly lit and tranquil meditation room.

Ronan sat quietly for a few minutes, completely calming his emotions after obtaining the Silver Mirror Mist Space. He returned to a state of utter tranquility and then established a connection with Alazan.

"The spatial elemental spirituality in your primordial spirit has increased significantly, and the foundation of your primordial spirit has become thicker. It seems that you have had some good encounters in the past six months."

Alazan's first words pointed out the changes that had occurred in Ronan.

He couldn't "see" the "Mirror of Emptiness" within Ronan's Consciousness Space, but he could feel the intense spatial fluctuations emanating from the core of Ronan's spiritual power.

"I entered a secret realm and received a portion of the Spell Inheritance related to space."

Ronan adopted a casual demeanor and asked indifferently, "Have you ever heard of the Minotaur?"

Alazan remained silent, perhaps searching for memories within his soul.

After some time, he replied, "I have never heard of any wizards throughout history who were exceptionally talented and brilliant, like grains of sand in the Milky Way. Even in the era I have lived through, there have been countless brilliant but unknown figures who have never been heard of."

"That's a pity."

Ronan sighed.

Alazan didn't say anything more, only saying, "I contacted you just to confirm whether our transaction was still going on. Since you responded, then it's fine."

"I haven't contacted you for only six months, and you actually think I might have changed my mind?"

Do you think I'm such an untrustworthy person?

Ronan found it amusing, but Alazan had already unilaterally cut off contact.

The next moment, Ronan suddenly realized that Alazan valued this deal so much that it seemed the task he needed to do was quite important to him.

"How much risk is it worth for me to take ten thousand Primordial Spirit Writing?"

Ronan asked himself this question.

This is a question without an answer.

He shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions, and then casually picked up the news from the Spirit Lake that Arrietty had copied for him and examined it.

After quickly flipping through a few pages, Ronan's gaze suddenly stopped on a particular message—

Juventus has advanced to level 5, reaching the Elemental Spirit rank of eight stars!

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