Taboos and True Meanings, Dreams and Bottlenecks

"Bang!"

Hathaway stood on a moss-covered rock, the water curtain parting automatically on either side of her head. In her hand she held a small, exquisite Crystal Cone, each tap on the small door in front of her causing it to tremble violently, then bursting forth with large, crack-like patterns of light.

Hathaway remained expressionless as she knocked on the small door in front of her, the cracks on the door multiplying but she seemed oblivious to them.

At some point, the small door suddenly opened from the inside out, revealing a tall and handsome figure behind it.

The young man who appeared from behind the door had exceptionally handsome features, a cold expression, and mysterious golden-red eyes that seemed to contain molten gold flowing within them. He exuded a powerful, domineering, ancient, and noble aura.

Hathaway met those eyes and was unconsciously captivated by their brilliance. Startled, she instinctively took two steps back, a fleeting look of disbelief crossing her face.

But that domineering and ancient aura vanished in an instant, and the youth's eyes regained their tranquil, lake-like blue.

He frowned slightly and asked in a somewhat cold tone, "Hathaway, what exactly do you want?"

Hathaway was slightly stunned, seemingly unable to discern whether her previous feelings were merely a figment of her imagination. However, she quickly remembered the purpose of her visit, her expression turning cold as she said, "Damien, I'll ask you one last time: do you want to accept my previous proposal?"

The young man looked at her coldly, his attitude self-evident.

"Very good."

Hathaway nodded slowly and said, "I hope you won't regret it."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Ronan watched Hathaway's figure disappear before closing the small door expressionlessly.

Small, dense cracks were visible at the edge of the closed portal, indicating that the internal magic array had been damaged.

"Please notify the Maintenance Department and ask them to send someone to fix it."

Ronan frowned, then quickly relaxed, and casually instructed Arrietty, the "butler" who had just poked half her head out from his collar.

Arrietty responded softly, fluttered her little wings, and flew away quickly.

Ronan did not take Hathaway's warning to heart; Hathaway was nothing more than a pampered hothouse flower spoiled under Madam Mel's protection.

Misha was the same; he was determined to obtain the position of the Son of the Deep Sea, and even went so far as to break through to level five ahead of schedule.

Only if he discovers that Ronan intends to compete with him for the title of the Son of the Deep Sea, and has the backing of an elder from the Sixth Level Council, can he possibly cause Ronan some real trouble.

There was no other way to solve this problem; the only option was to forge ahead. Ronan could only hope—

"May he pay less attention to and doubt me, his subordinate who has devoted his soul and loyalty to me so early on."

Back at his castle, Ronan entered the Mist Space.

In one corner of the Mist Space, a patch of Black Earth, roughly three or four hectares in size, was now completely covered by golden lava, forming a small, scorching, and terrifying volcanic lava field.

During this time, Ronan has been studying the legacy of the Golden Fire Spirit Moye.

As his mastery Master Level the five inherited spells continued to increase, he gradually began to come into contact with the profound mysteries of the deeper combination of the two elements of gold and fire in the Spirit Maya inheritance.

He opened his hand, and a ball of gold metal made of Itai appeared in his palm, with a thin layer of crimson flame burning on its surface.

It then continues to decompose, forming smaller and more complex structures, releasing an even more domineering and scorching aura.

This process was also accompanied by a kind of low, ancient chanting.

"The Golden True Meaning? The true meaning of fire?"

Ronan muttered to himself, then shook his head.

"True Meaning" is a unique realm within the Forbidden Law Domain, far more powerful than the forbidden power at ordinary levels.

Just like Hecalto's Ice Cold True Meaning, the Scarlet Ice that represents slaughter, he only touched a tiny bit of it back then, and he could easily crush Serena, who was clad in Life Armor and also wielded forbidden power.

The Forbidden Black Hole, empowered by the double [Law Control], with its immense power that sends bricks flying, has transformed into the [Eclipse Moment], which should have touched upon the edge of some kind of Energy Affinity magic's true meaning.

With the fusion of the five domains, the [Golden Fire] in its complete state had already reached the level of Forbidden Law Domain. Now, with new insights, it has become even stronger, but Ronan felt that it was still far from evolving into true meaning.

But it is very likely that we are already on the path toward the true meaning.

Ronan's understanding of the true meaning is the manifestation of the natural laws governing the universe, a deeper level of approaching the essence of a certain elemental energy, and the core that wizards constantly try to approach at the Forbidden Law Domain! "Inheritance, the so-called inheritance, is not merely the transmission of the appearance of magic, but also the spirit entrusted to magic, and the understanding of the natural laws of heaven and earth contained within magic."

At this moment, Ronan suddenly gained a deeper understanding of the ancient and powerful Spell Inheritance.

Just like the spatial inheritance of the Minotaur, similar to the Golden Country.

Ronan walked to the high wall of white mist, and with a creak, pushed open a small silver door in the wall and entered the Minotaur's Mirror Room.

The numerous mirrors in the room represent the Minotaur's understanding of the Space Mirror Art .

Even if Ronan did nothing while staying in this room, his understanding of the [Space Mirror Art] would continue to deepen, as if an invisible teacher was constantly by his side, giving him earnest advice and guidance.

As a result, Ronan's proficiency with the [Space Mirror Art] increased rapidly over this period, leading him to mistakenly believe that he was a genius in spatial magic. Stepping out of the Mist Space, Ronan stood calmly on a balcony with a huge floor-to-ceiling window at the top of the castle.

From this vantage point, he could easily overlook the entire panoramic view of the secret realm.

After thinking for a moment, Ronan took out the Communication Crystal from the Spirit Lake, infused it with his mental energy, and in no time, the little old man wearing a pointed hat and driving a carriage broke through space and appeared in front of him.

"Oh Damien... now is not the time to read the newspaper, and there are no letters about you."

There's a nude party going on soon, and I have a few invitations that I haven't sent out yet. Would you like one?

The old man whistled and chatted with Ronan frowned and casually flicked a mental mark at him.

"So you were planning to sign up for the Son of the Deep Sea selection. Damn it, I should have known that sooner."

This has kept me incredibly busy lately..."

The old man, adjusting his hat, muttered as he engraved Ronan's spiritual imprint into a beautiful crystal.

Are there many wizards who have signed up?

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked casually.

"There are so many, it's a once-in-a-millennium event in the Deep Sea. Even many level three little guys are rushing to join in the fun."

The old man said, "The last time so many people eagerly signed up was because of an academic lecture on the topic of 'Soul Intercourse' held by a certain elder."

Ronan was too lazy to waste any more words with him. He flicked his finger and sent the man flying back into the Space Passage that was not yet fully closed.

After finishing the last matter, Ronan leaned against the stone railing and softly called out the name "Alazan" in his heart.

Within the Consciousness Space, a petal from Black Dandelion gently drifted down.

Ronan closed his eyes, his mind sinking in. "Snap!"

A sharp, piercing sound.

The whip lashed out at a figure.

"Pooh!"

On a tall, steed-like horse, a knight in gleaming armor spat fiercely, his eyes filled with malice, and snarled, "Damn you, you lowly slave! At least you didn't delay my hunt..."

After finishing his tirade, he raised his whip and, surrounded by a large entourage, galloped away.

After the men and horses had left, on the dirty ground, a thin, hunched figure slowly loosened his hands that were tightly clutching his head and slowly raised his head.

Surprisingly, there was only peace and tranquility on that sallow and youthful face.

"It seems I'm destined to be a horse herder in this life."

"Buzz—"

The communication device, shaped like a piece of rose-colored crystal, floated automatically, trembling slightly, emitting halos of light and subtle magical fluctuations in the quiet room.

Near the doorway to the balcony, a figure reclining in a high-backed chair, seemingly taking a midday nap, slowly awoke from a deep sleep.

"Call--"

Ronan exhaled a breath of stale air, and the weariness and vicissitude in his eyes vanished in an instant, returning to their original clarity and transparency in less than half a breath.

After reaching level four, the "Reincarnation into Dream" phase allows one to rationally break free from the cycle of reincarnation, making things much easier.

Correspondingly, Ronan examined himself and found that his tolerance for the aftereffects of the soul seemed to have increased as well.

Of course, only the upper limit has increased; the aftereffects still exist. It just means that they won't have a significant impact on Ronan in the short term. If they accumulate to a certain level and then erupt all at once, the symptoms might be even more severe than the last time.

"This lifetime. Seventy years. Three thousand nine hundred and fifty-two Primordial Spirit Writing."

Ronan briefly recalled and summarized what he had gained from this cycle of reincarnation.

In this "reincarnation," his start was terrible. It took him a long time to get rid of his current situation, and he had to devote some of his energy to recuperating and making up for his physical deficiencies. Even so, he only lived for another seventy years.

Ronan had a strange feeling that his practice of "Spirit Heart Amber" seemed to have reached a "bottleneck".

Ronan determined that this "bottleneck" existed based on "lifespan".

In several "reincarnations," he was unable to "live" past one hundred years in his dreams.

"Because no extraordinary power has manifested, no matter how hard they try, they cannot break through the lifespan limit of ordinary people."

"In that sense, the dream I had before that was related to the 'Deep Drowning Church' was probably the closest I ever came to transcendence and the dream in which I was most likely to break through the 'bottleneck'."

If in that lifetime I hadn't sacrificed everything to remember the Primordial Spirit Writing, but instead planned and developed in a different direction, perhaps I would already be finding the path of a wizard in my dreams.

Ronan seemed to be deep in thought.

Alazan had never told him any of this; he had learned everything from his own experience.

Even now, with his eyes closed, the image of the enormous black serpent that entwined the world in that lifetime remains vivid in his mind.

Ronan realized that the Spirit Heart Amber was a wondrous lineage completely different from any he had ever encountered.

Initially, what practitioners need to do in dreams is to clarify their own understanding and clearly recognize the difference between the real world and the dream world before they can continue their practice.

After that comes the experience of reincarnation and the spiritual insights gained from different lives.

Then, when a certain "bottleneck" is reached, in addition to consciously developing and managing in the direction of "extraordinary" in dreams, one also needs a little bit of "luck" - to draw a dream world where "extraordinary" beings exist!