Crown of Deep Knowledge! Ronan Damien, I Have Not Failed My Mission!

"I'm going to see some old friends; it's been a long time since I sat down and had a chat with them."

Madam Mel patted Hathaway's hand and said softly, "Little Aisha, you just stay here by yourself."

Hathaway's beautiful eyes darted around, and she suddenly stood up. "Then I'll go find someone to chat with too."

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to."

Madam Mel looked at her, then her tone softened, and she said slowly, "I'll say it again... don't go too far."

"I know what I'm doing, Grandma."

Hathaway clung to Madam Mel's arm affectionately, responding in a sweet, coquettish voice.

Madam Mel shook her head with a mixture of helplessness and affection, and the two walked together out of the Crystal Room. From their appearance alone, they looked like a pair of young and beautiful sisters.

Just as the two were about to leave the room, suddenly, "buzz—"

A strange wave came from behind them, rushing past their bodies like ripples on water.

Hathaway and Madam Mel stopped in their tracks and looked behind them.

The next second, both of them froze slightly.

The Inverted Tower directly opposite their Crystal Room was now radiating an unparalleled and dazzling light.

One by one, figures were "shaken" out of the tower, like scattered fragments of light.

Powerful energy fluctuations formed visible deep blue light waves, spreading outwards like waves and entering the room.

At this moment, the already magnificent Crystal Room seemed to be truly situated in the shimmering Deep Sea.

Hathaway stared blankly at the scene before her, blinked, and couldn't help but murmur, "What happened, Grandma?"

Madam Mel's eyes gleamed with a strange light, as if she had thought of something, but she did not answer. Instead, she pulled Hathaway along and quickly walked towards the direction from which the energy fluctuations were coming from.

The strange occurrences at the Inverted Tower alarmed all the Deep Sea wizards in the venue.

Wizards emerged from the Crystal Palace, gazing up at the glowing giant tower before them with astonishment.

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

Waves of consciousness rapidly interacted in the void, and the wizards discussed among themselves, but they were unclear about what was happening.

Only those older, more knowledgeable Level Five Wizard seemed to have found the answer to why this scene was happening.

At some point, the gray-robed man who had been sitting quietly at the top of the Crystal Palace, along with several members of the Council of Elders of wizards, all stood up, their gazes fixed on a certain spot at the top of the Inverted Tower.

The figures that "shaked off" from the glowing tower were naturally the wizards who had entered the tower to participate in the selection.

At this moment, they were the most confused, all standing at the bottom of the tower, looking up with blank expressions.

Gradually, the light emanating from the Inverted Tower faded.

No.

To be precise, all the radiant light began to flow toward one location.

That was at the top of the Inverted Tower, the source of the massive energy fluctuations that covered the entire area.

There, at the dazzling center, a magnificent crown, exquisitely crafted from crystal and interwoven with gold and blue, gradually came into view.

"It is the Crown of Deep Knowledge!"

Finally, someone revealed the truth about what happened!

An elderly Level Five Wizard, his eyes gleaming with excitement, blurted out. "Buried in the Deep Sea, hidden in a high tower, the Crown of Deep Knowledge represents endless learning and wisdom!"

The crown of kings for the Deep Sea leaders!

In an instant, the entire Crystal Palace venue erupted in cheers.

A look of utter disbelief appeared on the faces of all the wizards of the Deep Sea School, and rumors about the "Crown of Deep Knowledge" spread rapidly.

"Only those who have comprehended all 2,382 Primordial Spirit Writing within the tower are qualified to awaken it from its slumber!"

"Every appearance of the Crown of Deep Knowledge signifies that the Deep Sea is about to usher in a tremendous era of glory! Without exception!"

"Only a wizard who possesses it deserves to be called a true Son of the Deep Sea!"

Excitement, elation, and euphoria spread like wildfire among the crowd.

The Deep Sea wizards, long accustomed to tranquility, had their lives as stagnant as a pool of still water, stirred by a magnificent Crystal Crown, igniting a long-dormant passion within them.

All eyes were focused on one thing. At this moment, everyone was eager to know who had done all this and brought back the long-dormant Crown of Deep Knowledge from the tower.

"Oh My God"

Inside the Crystal Room, where blue light rippled, Hathaway's eyes shone with a strange light as she stared intently at the spot where the Crystal Crown was slowly appearing.

"Two thousand three hundred and eighty-two Primordial Spirit Writing. How long have these guys been in the tower? Less than ten days, right?"

Who on earth was this freak who could memorize all the Primordial Spirit Writing in less than ten days?

Hathaway murmured to herself, and as the figure standing beneath the Crystal Crown became clearer, the brilliance in her beautiful eyes intensified, until finally she couldn't help but gently bite one of her fingers.

Her cheeks flushed, her breathing quickened, and the more she anticipated it, the more inexplicably shy and nervous she felt, like a young girl in the throes of first love.

Finally.

The figure beneath the crown was fully revealed.

He was a calm and handsome young man with white hair, who was looking at the Crystal Crown in front of him with a curious and strange look, and slowly reaching out to grab it.

"How could it be him?!"

"Snap—"

A small piece of her bright pink nail was bitten off, and Hathaway almost jumped up on the spot, her voice distorted as she exclaimed in surprise.

Her pretty face, which was originally full of girlish shyness, was now filled with astonishment and disbelief.

"Bang!"

Valentine's Recording Crystal, which he used for recording, shattered. He stared blankly at the young figure beneath the magnificent crown atop the tower, and it took him a while to regain his senses.

Turning his head, he was immediately met with the smug look on Heliodore's face, which was flushed with excitement and amusement. Even without him saying a word, Valentine could guess what the other man wanted to say to him from afar.

"Damn it! I've fallen into that Old Beaver's trap again!"

Ronan felt as if he had returned to the time when he was selected to enter the competition.

He was the center of attention, surrounded by countless eyes filled with amazement, which cast a halo of vanity around him.

He was calmer than anyone else.

This feeling intensified after discovering the exceptionally beautiful Crystal Crown, a piece that embodied magnificence, nobility, majesty, and mystery. Although it was within reach, it did not actually belong to him and could not be taken away by him.

Ronan never expected that spending more than eight years in the Reincarnation Dream Realm to complete the remaining thousand Primordial Spirit Writing in the Knowledge Tower would trigger such a magical mechanism, which would allow him to create a mysterious Crystal Crown.

Judging from the discussions among the people below, it seems to be called something like "the Crown of Deep Knowledge".

"Why can't I take the hidden Easter egg that I triggered?"

Ronan inwardly scoffed, but quickly regained his composure, abandoned the crown, and walked towards the foot of the tower.

According to the wizards of the Deep Sea School below, the Crystal Crown is the crown of the true Son of the Deep Sea, so it will be his sooner or later.

You bystanders, cherish the present moment and appreciate my crown!

Ronan strolled down the road, oblivious to everyone around him, until he reached Heliodore, despite his outward attempts to feign excitement, could hardly conceal his inner turmoil.

Heliodore's eyes were frighteningly bright as he stared intently at him, his lips moving as if he wanted to ask him something.

But the next moment, he was drawn to Valentine, who was rushing towards him with a stern face, and he tore off his disguise and burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Shut up!"

Valentine's sharp rebuke abruptly silenced Heliodore's laughter. The next second, realizing what he'd done, he roared in anger, "What right do you have to tell me to shut up?"

Valentine ignored him, and just looked intently at Ronan. "I really misjudged you. In some ways, you are far superior to this Old Beaver."

"Damn Valentine, are you pretending I don't exist?"

Heliodore angrily rebuked him, but was quickly pulled aside by Valentine.

"Let's bet one more time! Let's bet on the next round of the magic duel."

The two level-five old men pulled and tugged at each other as they flew to the side, whispering among themselves, leaving only Ronan and Valentine's disciple, Florence.

This guy is looking at Ronan like he's seen a ghost.

He simply couldn't understand why someone could have memorized all 2,300-plus Primordial Spirit Writing spirit texts inside the tower while he was still struggling to remember a single-digit number.

What monster?! Ronan had originally intended to have a brief chat with him, but a glance out of the corner of his eye caught sight of something else.

He gazed at a figure surrounded by stars in that direction, yet remaining silent. His eyes flickered, and after a moment's thought, he took out his Communication Crystal.

"How many days were we inside in total?"

"Eight or eight days."

"Hiss--"

Misha sat on her crystal throne, took a deep breath, and her slightly cold eyes were fixed on the dazzling Crystal Crown atop the tower in front of her.

"Eight days... He mastered all the Primordial Spirit Writing within the Knowledge Tower in just eight days."

Misha closed his eyes, his short, blue-gold gradient hair flaring like flames. He kept hearing the same name over and over again— Ronan Damien ... Ronan Damien ... Ronan Damien!!

"Snap—"

Several cracks appeared on the armrests of the crystal throne as it shattered. Misha opened her eyes, her pupils flashing with a blinding light.

He felt a strong sense of resentment that his glory had been forcibly taken away.

He actually became someone else's foil.

And that person was his "subordinate".

It felt like being betrayed.

Why not me?

'I should be the one who receives all this amazement and praise, the one who awakens Huaguan!'

'I am the one destined to ascend the throne!'

"Ronan Damien."

Misha slowly uttered the name, her eyes turning cold as she prepared to summon her men.

Just then, a figure strode towards him.

"Misha!"

The man called out Misha's name, seemingly unable to discern that he was like a raging lion.

"Zorn... I was just about to look for you."

Misha spoke coldly.

"Misha".

At this moment, a peculiar expression shone on Zorn's face. "I think we've all misunderstood."

What's the misunderstanding?

Misha frowned.

"Just now, Ronan Damien contacted me."

He said... "The Deep Sea King deserves Crystal Crown."

Zorn slowly uttered, "Ronan Damien... I have not failed you!"

"Well"

Misha heard the last four words, she froze.

After a few breaths, Misha suddenly stood up from the crystal throne, her previous gloom and anger vanishing, replaced by a hearty laugh of extreme joy.

"So, he did it on purpose, right?"

"He awakened the Crystal Crown specifically for me, so that his king could have the most suitable crown for his coronation!"

"Excellent! My deliberate cultivation has not been in vain. You are indeed a person I Misha, value!"

"Hahaha"

Misha's laughter drew surprised and confused glances from many wizards around her.

Inside a Crystal Room, Hathaway withdrew her gaze from Misha's direction, shook her head, and muttered, "Idiot..."

He turned his head and stared at a young man on the other side who was calm and seemed to have nothing to do with him at the moment, his eyes filled with complicated and gloomy thoughts.

Ronan had no idea what kind of bet had been made between Heliodore and Valentine.

Anyway, after Heliodore returned, the excitement and exhilaration on his face disappeared, and he looked worried, conflicted, and regretful, like he was "constipated".

"No wonder you always get completely outmaneuvered... If you can't beat someone, don't play with them."

Ronan couldn't help but shake his head.