Fivefold Mirror Light, Six Heads, the Room, and the Son of the Deep Sea

There's not much to say about things like the [[Shattered Winter Mirror]]. If when Ronan first created the [[Shattered Winter Mirror]], the ratio of ice and spatial mysteries was 9:1, then after the Minotaur's legacy was infused into it, the ratio of ice and spatial spells in this secret technique has now reached about 8:2, or even 7:3.

The increased proportion of spatial mysteries naturally leads to the upgrading of secret Fao and their enhanced power.

Ronan's earlier in-depth refinement of the "[Snow Country in Palm]" and his research on its sealing and imprisoning abilities can now officially begin.

What truly boosted Ronan's abilities was the [Multiple Mirror Lights] rune.

After two optimizations and upgrades by Ronan, the [Multiple Mirror Lights] rune can barely achieve the ability to replicate a spell three times.

Now, it has become four times.

And it hasn't reached its limit yet; it continues to evolve towards a higher and more abnormal direction under the nourishment of inheritance.

"Four replications, plus the spell itself, are equivalent to five times the original spell's effect. Let's just call it 'Fivefold Mirror Light'..."

Ronan considered that, like the "Spiral Palace," it should be stacked up one fold at a time.

"If it's Fivefold Mirror Light..."

Ronan thought for a moment, then stretched out his body and grew taller. Large, snake-scale-like patterns grew upwards from his bare arms and neck, and dark blue frost surged from his body. In an instant, he had transformed into a man with blue hair, vertical pupils, and an indescribably handsome yet eerie appearance, emanating a strong aura of evil dominance.

It has already entered the [Ancient Ice] state of bloodline activation.

His slightly pointed chin tilted back, and streams of rich Dharma Domain energy surged from his body, merging together.

In an instant, a patch of dark blue ice beneath Ronan's feet rapidly spread outwards, unfolding like an ancient, frozen lake.

Six ancient, ferocious frost serpents silently rose from the lake's surface. "Crack—"

Within the Mist Space, countless ice-type free energy particles converged, and a deep blue lightning bolt suddenly fell from the bright void, with countless arcs of light intertwining, and a rich forbidden aura surging forth.

Ronan brought his five fingers together in the air.

The six giant snakes opened their massive jaws and fiercely bit down on a certain spot!

"Boom!"

Where the six serpents converged, a terrifying ring of frost exploded, followed by countless thick, long, and sharp ice spikes that grew brilliantly like fireworks, densely packed, almost completely freezing and piercing through that piece of void!

"[Six Heads! Hecalto's Ancient Devour!]!"

Compared to his previous attempts at replicating five songs, which were somewhat of a stretch, Ronan now seems to handle six songs of Hecalto with ease.

The power of this secret technique has risen to a new level, surpassing even the manifestation of the [Spirit Maya] Dharma body, and second only to [Forbidden Black Hole].

"The full glory of eight of them might be comparable to my [Eclipse Moment]."

Ronan slowly emerged from the state of [Ancient Ice].

The potential of this secret technique is actually not ideal. The problem lies in the low concentration of Hecalto 'Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline within Ronan's body, and the fact that the core essence of the spell is still too superficial.

Hecalto had mastered eight true meanings of frost, but [Hecalto's Ancient Devour] failed to replicate even one of them, merely possessing its form.

If Ronan were to cast this spell while in the state of [Scarlet Ice], it would definitely be a completely different story.

"Knocking on the Crimson Gate and wielding the Scarlet Ice is a pity; it's not a power that truly belongs to me."

Ronan shook his head and tested the [Mirror Soul] spell again. [Mirror Soul] and [Space Mirror Art] are of the same lineage, and the mystery of [Space Mirror Art] is also perfectly matched.

Ronan now uses the [Mirror Soul] to summon mirror clones, which are almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

The spatial Spell Inheritance of the Minotaur is like an incredibly tempting orange.

Ronan has already benefited greatly from peeling just the outermost layer of the orange peel; it's hard to imagine how delicious the orange pulp inside must be.

I don't know if it's possible.

After testing all the spells, Ronan thought for a moment and slowly walked to a small silver door in the misty wall on one side of the space.

His eyes flickered as he slowly placed his palm on the surface.

"Buzz—"

The "Mirror of Emptiness" in his mind trembled immediately.

Immediately afterwards, the small door in front of them creaked open from the inside.

A faint white light shone from inside the door. Ronan stood quietly in front of the door for a moment, then calmly pushed it open and entered.

Mirror.

Mirror.

It was all mirrors, mirrors everywhere! Behind the small silver door was a room made entirely of mirrors.

Irregularly shaped mirrors are pieced together seamlessly, creating a dreamlike and hazy feeling of space and time being out of place.

Ronan's image was reflected in every mirror, and each "Ronan" in the mirror was quietly watching him.

At that moment, Ronan heard a cheerful and crisp laugh.

Like the wind, like mist, it drifted past my ears and then echoed clearly in the room.

He seemed to see the image of the blond boy in front of him, standing there and smiling brightly at him.

"Minotaur, is this the last room you wanted to show me?"

Ronan looked around, then raised one hand, and countless "Ronan" in the mirror also raised their hands.

A faint magical fluctuation emanated from the fingertip.

In an instant, the magical fluctuations surging from countless mirrors converged into an overwhelming "ocean"! Ronan was immersed in this magnificent ocean of fluctuations and couldn't help but murmur to himself.

"So, this is the ultimate form of the [Space Mirror Art]?"

"Mix those two things together and mash them up."

"Be gentle!"

"Pay attention to the resonance between your mental energy and the medicinal liquid during this process. Different frequencies will result in drastically different outcomes after the catalytic reaction."

Beneath the massive, Old Oak Tree with its lush foliage, two figures stood and sat.

The young man standing at the lab bench, focused on his work, was tall and handsome, with an innate calm and elegant demeanor. Every gesture he made was pleasing to the eye.

An old man with a pointed nose and a somewhat sleazy appearance sat comfortably in a recliner, holding a white cat, and occasionally gave instructions to the young man operating the lab at the table.

It was a lecture given by one of them, and Heliodore and Ronan receiving "discipline."

"Your strength seems to have increased quite a bit in the past six months?"

After giving Heliodore suddenly steered the conversation to another topic.

"Yes."

Ronan replied "honestly," "I used some methods to increase my Soul Power, and meditation seems to still be effective."

"The fact that you received a five-star rating in the Spell Tower during the entry selection proves that your accumulation of knowledge at level three was quite substantial."

This undigested foundation will quickly transform into your strength upon advancing to level four.

Heliodore seemed unsurprised, and said calmly.

"But once this accumulation is fully digested, your strength growth will return to normal, entering an extremely slow phase. You should be mentally prepared in advance."

"Clear."

Ronan nodded.

Heliodore asked again, "How is the resonance between the elemental spirit and the body progressing?"

Ronan shook his head and slowly replied, "There has been almost no progress."

"It would be strange to see any progress in six months."

Heliodore casually remarked, he noticed Ronan, who had been chatting with him about unrelated topics, yet whose hands moved with unwavering composure despite his fluctuating emotions. Ronan's face revealed an undisguised satisfaction.

"Oh, right."

As if remembering something, Heliodore continued, "The election for the Son of the Deep Sea is about to begin. Do you plan to participate?"

Ronan paused in his movements.

It wasn't because of Heliodore's words, but because the potion preparation in front of him was nearing its end.

As a beautiful spark bloomed in his hand, Ronan gently capped the potion bottle. Inside the semi-transparent crystal bottle, there seemed to be a tiny, purplish-red figure, about the size of a thumb, pounding on the bottle and crying out.

Just minutes before, it was nothing more than a pile of lifeless powder and solution on the lab bench.

"Isn't that amazing?"

Heliodore stood up from his rocking chair, walked over to Ronan, and together they admired the various figures in the bottle.

"This is the charm of Potionology. This [Elemental Water] only requires a little mental energy to guide it, and it can effortlessly summon a low-level Fire Element strength is almost comparable to that of Third Level Wizard."

And this is merely the beginner-level recipe for [Elemental Water]... So tell me, is it worthwhile to spend time and energy on spell training?

"It's meaningless."

Ronan answered with an expression of "agreement".

Seeing his attitude, Heliodore nodded in satisfaction.

"Take this bottle of [Elemental Water] back with you; consider it a gift for all the hard work you've put in during this time."

Damien, your talent is exceptional, I am very happy to have a disciple like you..."

"Thank you, teacher."

Ronan respectfully thanked Heliodore.

He looked up and saw Heliodore looking at him, asking, "Let's get back to the original topic."

What was your answer to the question I just asked you?

Ronan thought for a moment, then looked at Heliodore calmly and asked, "Does the teacher want me to participate?"

Requesting monthly votes, thank you.