Elemental Spirit Growth, Selection

What secrets lie hidden behind the legacy of "Spirit Heart Amber"? Ronan may need to uncover them little by little.

Compared to the perfect state of enlightenment in reality, after seventy years of "Reincarnation into Dream," Ronan only memorized three thousand nine hundred and fifty-two Primordial Spirit Writing.

Of course, this "only" refers only to himself.

Nearly four thousand Primordial Spirit Writing in seventy years—such an achievement is enough to silence some people.

For example, Alazan.

It was unusual that she didn't have a brief chat with him after the dream ended.

Ronan didn't care.

Including the Primordial Spirit Writing he had already memorized, the total number of Primordial Spirit Writing he has now memorized has reached 5,491.

That's an astonishing number.

"Call--"

Ronan rose from the high chair, his body engulfed in invisible Golden Fire, from which wisps of Ash Smoke rose.

Once the [Golden Soul] entered the second stage of the Magic Domain Resonance state, it burned away the relatively easy-to-remove impurities within his soul like flames scorching damp firewood.

I brought up my Character Panel, and in the strength section, the progress had reached four percent of Level Four Wizard.

This is just the beginning. Next, his mental strength will increase rapidly until he has fully "digested" the increase in Soul Power brought about by this dream.

Within the Consciousness Space, on the surface of the dark gold sphere coated with a faint silver glow, the traces of Primordial Spirit Writing became increasingly dense, like countless exposed red veins and blood vessels on the surface of an eyeball, pulsating slightly.

Ronan slightly opened his "eyeballs" a crack.

In an instant, an incomparably rich Elemental Spirit Light burst forth from his body, wave after wave, distorting the void and even presenting a visual effect like wisps of tangible mercury.

Alazan is right, the Primordial Spirit Writing is the best nourishment for increasing the foundation of the Elemental Spirit.

His strength rose accordingly, his Spiritual Force Field became more and more powerful, and the movement of the invisible celestial bodies became more and more obvious, even "radiating" outwards, showing some distortions and changes in space and light and shadow like the movement of stars.

"The starry sky is vast, and the universe revolves."

Ronan felt that the changes in his Spiritual Force Field were also related to his practice of the "Primordial Star Meditation Technique".

His current mastery of the "Primordial Star Meditation Technique" is not high enough. If he can break through a certain level in the "Primordial Star Meditation Technique" one day, perhaps his Spiritual Force Field will also undergo some unexpected and magical changes.

At present, we are only seeing the initial signs.

Ronan used the "Primordial Star Meditation Technique" to deduce more than five thousand Primordial Spirit Writing in his mind for a while, and some new spiritual runes were mobilized and pieced together to merge into a higher form.

This is a grand puzzle game with the goal of completing the "Primordial Ten Origin Runes". If the game had a progress bar, it would have progressed by a tiny bit by now.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

The Communication Crystal in the room vibrated incessantly, constantly emitting a faint halo of light.

Ronan beckoned, and the crystal fell into his hand. He infused it with his mental energy, and found several messages inside, Heliodore and another from Zorn, the Level Four Wizard under Misha's command.

They were probably asking him or reminding him not to forget about the Son of the Deep Sea Selection.

"Is it about to begin?"

Ronan's eyes flickered, he suppressed the fluctuations of his spiritual power, briefly summoned Arrietty and gave her a few instructions, and then left his residence.

Along the way, Ronan "rarely" encountered wizards from the Deep Sea lineage repeatedly, making it arguably the most exciting time he had ever been since joining the Deep Sea.

When he arrived at the Heliodore laboratory, which he used to frequent, Heliodore him and said, "I thought you had given up in the end. Actually, it's fine if you give up."

When Heliodore spoke his last words, his eyes flickered, as if he had remembered something, and his expression became slightly unnatural.

Ronan didn't ask any questions, but silently followed behind Heliodore, who was carrying Silver Coin, and the two of them and the cat slowly walked out.

"The Son of the Deep Sea Selection will be conducted using two different formats..."

As he walked, Heliodore talked to Ronan, occasionally nodding slightly to greet familiar wizards.

"The first stage is the same as your initial selection: entering the Knowledge Tower."

The rankings will be determined by the number of Primordial Spirit Writing recorded by each participating wizard over a period of one month.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he couldn't help but ask, "Will the Primordial Spirit Writing in the Spirit Writing Repository be fully open in this selection process?"

He only learned after joining the Spirit Lake that the Primordial Spirit Writing it possessed were not open to member wizards for free. The Spirit Writing Repository mainly contained ordinary runes, while the Primordial Spirit Writing deep inside required Magic Crystal or Contribution Points to exchange for, and each one was quite expensive.

"Right."

Heliodore nodded.

How many Primordial Spirit Writing are there in the Knowledge Tower?

Ronan asked casually.

"Probably more than two thousand."

Heliodore casually replied, "Even if someone at the fourth level spent their entire life, they still wouldn't be able to memorize all of these spirit scripts."

Ronan nodded in agreement.

Ordinary people don't have Character Panel, so they won't forget what they've memorized. The repulsive nature of the Primordial Spirit Writing means that the more a wizard memorizes them, the more time they waste on "consolidation and review."

After a period of time, it's perfectly normal to remember more spiritual texts than you "forget" them.

What are the best results achieved in this selection process in previous years?

Ronan asked.

Thirty-one.

Ronan's expression turned slightly solemn upon hearing this answer.

This number is twice as fast as his normal speed.

Heliodore glanced at him, narrowed his eyes, and asked, "How many Primordial Spirit Writing did you memorize during the entrance selection?"

I don't remember very clearly.

Ronan shook his head, giving a vague answer, "About... a few hundred?"

"So many? No wonder it received an unprecedented ten-star rating..."

Heliodore frowned upon hearing this, his tone slightly hardening as he said, "Primordial Spirit Writing repel each other. The more spirit scripts you memorize, the more difficult it will be to memorize new ones later. In that sense, you are actually at a disadvantage in this test."

Heliodore frowned, then relaxed after a long while, patted Ronan on the shoulder, and comforted him, "It's alright, just do your best. The result doesn't matter."

Ronan nodded.

The two walked and talked, and soon emerged from the crystal passage into the Ring Lake Space.

Many people were already standing on the lake, most of them wearing Deep Sea robes, with strength ranging from level three to level four to level five.

Among them, a young man wearing a blue and gold robe and with short, blue-gold gradient hair stood out the most.

"Misha!"

When Ronan heard people around him talking about his name, his expression changed slightly, and he realized that the boy was the "legendary" Misha.

To be honest, he had been "joining" Misha's team for quite some time, but this was the first time he had ever met Misha in person.

Ronan couldn't help but take a second look.

Misha was surrounded by a group of young and beautiful Level Four Wizard, the center of attention, and he himself was one of the few level five wizards on the field. It was no exaggeration to say that he was Heaven's Chosen and the focus of the entire scene.

Misha sat on a huge crystal throne, which was suspended in mid-air and radiant with a smile on her lips. She was so splendid that she did not notice Ronan, an insignificant nobody.

Ronan quietly admired Misha's "dazzling figure" for a while, then suddenly felt someone watching him.

Following his gaze, he saw Hathaway, wearing a red-topped hat, standing next to Madam Mel, looking at him with an undisguised sneer.

Seeing him look back, she quickly looked away and began to speak to Madam Mel with a gentle and obedient expression, as if nothing had happened. Madam Mel, on the other hand, looked kind and gentle.

Ronan frowned slightly, a hint of coldness unconsciously flashing in his eyes.

At that moment, Madam Mel suddenly turned to look at him and gave him a gentle smile.

Ronan was slightly taken aback, but the coldness in his eyes immediately disappeared, and he politely nodded in response to Madam Mel.

"Let him go, Little Aisha."

Madam Mel turned her gaze away and gently called Hathaway's nickname, who was clinging to her arm, "Don't bully him."

He did nothing wrong. Everyone has their own choices, and I don't need this kind of birthday surprise anymore...

"No, Grandma."

Hathaway shook her head. "This is no longer your issue; it's a conflict between him and me."

No one has ever dared to reject me so repeatedly!

Hathaway spoke in a coquettish tone, but her eyes were frighteningly cold, chilling, and filled with resentment.

"Heliodore was standing behind him. I haven't seen Heliodore in a long time..."

"You're standing right behind me too."

Hathaway gently shook Madam Mel's arm, acting like a spoiled little girl, "What is Heliodore compared to you? Besides, he's just that Old Beaver's new apprentice. I'm your only blood relative. You won't let me be bullied, will you?"

Madam Mel, her face full of doting affection, was so shaken that she had no choice but to gently stroke Hathaway's face and say, "You look exactly like me when I was young."

So, promise me you won't go too far, okay? After all, Heliodore and I have been friends for hundreds of years."

"Don't worry, Grandma."

Hathaway gently licked her full, red lips and said with a smile, "I'll just give him a little... small lesson."

As she spoke, she seemed to have made a connection to something, and her beautiful eyes flashed with excitement and cruelty.