How Can One Pry Open the Door to Truth Without Holding a Sword?

"The Son of the Deep Sea Selection is held once every five hundred years, which is an old tradition that has been followed since the founding of Spirit Lake."

Heliodore didn't answer Ronan directly, but slowly began, "Wizards who obtain the title of the Son of the Deep Sea are qualified to meet directly with the Council of Elders, and have more privileges than ordinary Level Five Wizard... Of course, you know the cultivation atmosphere in the Deep Sea."

Each selection process doesn't actually involve many wizards who are truly interested. Everyone has something more meaningful than participating in this competition for empty fame, such as hosting a banquet with unlimited supplies of fine wine and bewitching potions.

However, this selection process is somewhat different from previous ones.

"Because of the blessing of the New Prophet?"

Ronan's expression shifted slightly, and he couldn't help but speak up, "I've heard that if one becomes Child of Spirit Lake, one can even ask the New Prophet a single question. Any question is acceptable."

"I almost forgot, your soul age is not yet fifty, you are still very young."

Heliodore glanced at Ronan. "He would definitely be interested in that."

You're right.

Heliodore continued Ronan's words, nodding and saying, "Many people hope to receive the prophet's blessing, so there should be significantly more participants in this year 'Son of the Deep Sea Selection than in previous years. The Council of Elders also attaches great importance to this selection, and the rewards will be exceptionally generous this time."

"What is the teacher's suggestion?"

"Give it a try."

Heliodore looked at him and said softly, "Go and experience it. Anyway, this might be your only chance."

Don't worry about the result; after all, you've only recently been promoted to level four.

"I'll listen to my teacher."

Ronan respectfully agreed, then blinked and asked, "Teacher, aren't you planning to participate?"

"You brat, you're starting to care about me now?"

Heliodore couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Only wizards whose soul age is less than a thousand years old are qualified to sign up."

"You deserve to be sent out and given a good beating, to have your arrogance dampened, so you can come back and truly focus on your potion and Potionology research. Get lost!"

Heliodore waved his hand, seemingly too lazy to continue the conversation.

Ronan said goodbye to him, then greeted the Silver Coin, and turned to walk out the door.

Once Ronan had completely left the laboratory space, Heliodore's smile gradually faded.

He beckoned and pulled the obedient Silver Coin into his arms, as if he had suddenly recalled something from a long time ago. He was lost in memories, and a deep sense of loneliness and pain slowly appeared on his aged face.

Ronan left Heliodore and had just arrived in the Ring Lake Space when he saw a spatial portal open not far away.

"You'd better pray you don't run into me in the fight, or I swear I'll beat you to a pulp, worse than the Squirrel Meat Pancake Madam Pella baked!"

"Oh, I've already recorded that line with the Recording Crystal! Mikey, you'd better beg me not to give it to Madam Pella, or even if you become the Son of the Deep Sea, she'll still spank your ass with her rock-hard Squirrel Meat Pancake."

"Ha"

Two Level Four Wizard, both from the Deep Sea, walked out of the door talking and laughing.

Upon seeing Ronan, the two stopped talking abruptly, then nodded politely to him and quickly headed towards the center of the lake.

"It seems that this Son of the Deep Sea Selection has indeed attracted the attention and interest of many wizards."

Ronan watched the two figures disappear into the distance, his eyes flashing slightly.

During this period, there has been a noticeable increase in the number of wizards traveling Deep Sea, and most of their conversations revolve around the Son of the Deep Sea Selection.

The Son of the Deep Sea Selection is limited to formal wizards of the Deep Sea School whose soul age is under one thousand years.

This restriction has blocked the vast majority of Level Five Wizard. Of course, most level 5 wizards have already participated in one or two selections. In this year's Son of the Deep Sea Selection, there are not many level 5 wizards who are qualified to apply. You can count them on one hand.

Although Ronan had just consulted Heliodore, he had already made up his mind.

He wasn't interested in the New Prophet's blessing he would receive after becoming Pendulum of Fate Son of the Deep Sea, but he valued the opportunity to ask the New Prophet for the answer to a question.

"Prophecy spells might help me find clues about the Clarity Snake..."

Of course, to gain the opportunity to ask the New Prophet questions, he must become Child of Spirit Lake; the Son of the Deep Sea Selection is just the first stepping stone.

Ronan suppressed his thoughts but did not return to his residence. Instead, he headed straight for the edge of the Spirit Lake.

After leaving the Spirit Lake, he waited quietly in a secluded valley. After a while, a figure slowly descended from outside the valley.

The newcomer had long hair, a handsome face, and wore a gray-blue Knitted Magic Robe, exuding an air of elegance and untamed spirit.

It was Sindison, the Sky Weaver Wizard, who had helped Misha hunt him down.

"I thought you had forgotten our agreement."

Sindison landed in front of him with a cold expression, then suddenly narrowed his eyes, a look of fear and complexity flashing across his face.

"You've advanced to level four?"

Ronan nodded slightly, and without saying a word, raised his hand and made a fist with his five fingers towards Sindison.

A powerful Spiritual Force Field, as strong as a celestial body, emanated from his body and instantly enveloped Sindison.

Sindison's pupils contracted sharply, his robes billowed up, and he almost immediately entered a fighting stance.

However, the next second Ronan's Spiritual Force Field withdrew, along with a foot-long illusory nail that had been squeezed out from between Sindison's eyebrows. After leaving his body, it exploded into nothingness with a "bang".

Ronan withdrew his hand and said calmly, "Do me a favor, and after it's done, I'll remove a Nail of the Soul for you ahead of time."

Sindison's face instantly darkened, and he said coldly, "You want to use this to blackmail me into working for you from now on?!"

You're overthinking it.

Ronan shook his head. "It's not a difficult matter. I just need you to pick someone up for me. After you succeed, in addition to completely removing the restrictions on you, I can also pay you a certain reward."

Sindison's expression shifted for a moment before he slowly asked, "Where are we going? Who are we picking up?"

"South".

Ronan tossed him a Ruby Ring with an antique design, his lips moving slightly before he said, "When we get there, give the ring to that person. Once he's ready, bring him back to see me."

Sindison looked at the Ruby Ring in her hand, paused for a moment, and then asked, "When do we leave?"

"Now."

Ronan extended a finger and wrote a line of words that looked like burning flames in the air in front of him, "Sign a contract first."

Sindison couldn't help but sneer, mocking, "What use is a contract to you?"

Ronan glanced at him and said indifferently, "As long as it's useful to you, that's enough."

Sindison froze, his face contorted with frustration, and the muscles in his jaw twitched.

Ronan drafted the contents of the contract, watched Sindison sign it, and the contract became effective. Then he said with satisfaction, "Don't worry, there won't be much risk. At most, it will just waste a little of your time."

Well then, have a safe journey.

Without saying a word, Sindison took to the air and flew away.

Ronan watched them leave, then turned and walked toward the Spirit Lake.

Having obtained the "Void Realm," Ronan resolved the issue of where the Saint Blood Tree could grow, and then considered bringing Bennigo and the Saint Blood Tree to his side.

He didn't have time to go back to the south, so he had to find someone to do it for him.

Sindison is a good choice. He is a late-stage Level 4 wizard, strong enough to handle the dangers on the journey and bring Bennigo safely.

With a handle on him and the constraints of Soul Contract, he is considered absolutely reliable.

The Space Ring that Ronan gave to Sindison was the one he got from Narros. It had enough space to easily hold the Saint Blood Tree.

As a legendary tree species, and with Bennigo taking care of it, the Saint Blood Tree should be able to stay in the Space Ring for half a year without any problems.

With a major concern resolved, Ronan felt much more at ease.

Upon returning to their lodgings at Spirit Lake, the Cave Gnome working at the entrance immediately came up to greet them, shouting work songs.

Compared to before, this place has now been completely planted with lush green apple trees. Ronan now almost entirely focused on his cultivation in the Mist Space, and this private residence is mainly used to conceal his activities, so Arrietty can do whatever she wants with it.

Upon entering the Mist Space, the fertile Black Earth, spanning over ten hectares, was now covered in greenery. The seeds of flowers and grasses he had previously sown were already sprouting and growing, presenting a vibrant scene.

At first glance, Ronan felt much better.

Ronan was the only person in the entire Mist Space. The high walls with flowing white mist on all four sides, as well as the lush fields of hope, gave people a sense of boundless peace and tranquility.

It is huge, spacious, and undisturbed, which surpasses many dedicated meditation rooms.

Ronan casually sat cross-legged on a high wall of white mist on one side, in an area specifically used for magical practice, and began to think about his next plan.

The Clarity Potion is crucial for the cultivation of [Spirit Heart Amber, which is also the key to his advancement to level five and his breakthrough to the eight-star Yuanling realm. Therefore, he will definitely go all out for the position of the Son of the Deep Sea.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will soon have a falling out with Misha. Given Misha's personality, it wouldn't be surprising if she did something crazy once she discovered his "betrayal".

"When they arranged for Sindison to try and eliminate me when I was only a Level 3, they should have foreseen this outcome."

Ronan took out the "Elemental Water" he had refined in Heliodore during the day and casually threw it on the ground.

The crystal bottle shattered, accompanied by a shrill screech. A Fire Element, its entire body made of flames, screamed as it leaped out of the bottle, instantly expanding several sizes to become a fire giant three or four meters tall.

Then he began to roar and run around Ronan, leaving trails of fiery footprints on the ground.

Ronan remained expressionless, a rich aura of his magical domain emanating from his body. Golden fissures opened above his head, magma spilling out and converging into a scorching golden river beneath him.

A colossal golden image of Spirit Maya, formed from Itai, chants an ancient song. "Is magic meaningless?"

Golden light flowed in Ronan's eyes, and his entire being exuded an indescribable air of nobility and majesty.

"Teacher, you're wrong."

"How can one protect oneself and pry open the tightly closed doors of the Hall of Truth if one possesses a wealth of knowledge but holds no sword?"

Amidst the murmurs, the Fire Element suddenly rushed towards the enormous golden avatar behind Ronan, like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Boom!"

A burst of flame erupted, and crimson runes, resembling rubies, suddenly appeared on the golden body of Spirit Maya.

At that moment, Ronan seemed to catch a glimmer of inspiration.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he closed them. The aura of the fusion of the five Dharma Domains continuously overflowed and spread around him, with wisps of profound energy flowing around him.

The golden Spirit Maya body behind him seemed to be slowly undergoing some deeper and more wondrous changes.