Lost Land, Ancient Waterway!

"A new Old Prophet is emerging, and there are prophecies that the Upper Ring Continent will undergo a dramatic change."

Heliodore low voice. "This is an extraordinary time. Following the Son of the Deep Sea Selection, the next step is to represent the Spirit Lake in the Lost Land."

"The Lost Land?!"

Ronan's eyes flickered.

"From the ancient battlefields left behind by wizards long ago, there are still remnants of Magic Creature from another world, much stronger than ordinary magical beasts, some of which may shatter your understanding."

Heliodore voice, "There, you will not only face Magic Creature from another world, but also pressure from elites of various wizarding forces both inside and outside the Spirit Lake. These are difficulties that cannot be overcome by a single person."

"Within the Spirit Lake, flames, Black Moon..."

Ronan pondered for a moment and asked, "Beyond Spirit Lake, are there other wizarding organizations within the Pendulum of Fate, led by the Wizard Heart Hall?"

"It may not be just the Pendulum of Fate."

Heliodore shook his head. "The Lost Land are buried deep underground. This ancient battlefield is connected to almost every corner of the Upper Ring. If you're unlucky, it's not impossible to run into wizards from the other two great empires, or even from outside the three great empires."

There are also spatial rifts of varying sizes, and all sorts of unknown events that could occur at any moment. The intensity and danger of the next stage of competition will far exceed your imagination.

Heliodore glanced at him and said with a smile, "You don't actually think that all we need to do is gather the geniuses and elites of the three major schools of the Deep Sea, Flame, and Black Moon together for a few more rounds of competition to determine the Holy Son of my Spirit Lake, do you?"

Ronan didn't say anything.

He didn't think things were that simple, but Heliodore's words did indeed resonate with some of his innermost thoughts.

Heliodore Ronan's silence, Helio softened his tone and continued, "Misha isn't outstanding, but he has many advantages that others can't match."

The person behind him had been helping him run the business for a long time.

In the Deep Sea, Misha could easily assemble a team of elite Dawn Rank wizards. Among the few young Level 5 wizards in the Deep Sea, regardless of their true thoughts and plans, they were at least willing to acknowledge him as their leader.

Outside of Spirit Lake, Misha also has a certain network of connections.

Therefore, he is the most suitable person to take the position of the Son of the Deep Sea, and even the Grand Elder has no objection.

To many, this selection process for the Son of the Deep Sea was indeed just a formality.

"Your appearance disrupted everyone's plans. I originally thought that you were truly favored by the Grand Elder, who had some new ideas for what was to come."

But unexpectedly

Heliodore shook his head and sighed softly, "Damien, no one questions your excellence, and my expectations for you have always been high."

But things are far more complicated than you imagine. You are not yet ready to take flight.

At this moment, Ronan finally understood why he had encountered the "warning" from the Grand Elder of the Deep Sea on his way here.

It turns out that it wasn't just a matter of "taking advantage of the situation." His act of defeating Misha and "stealing" the position of the Son of the Deep Sea had already aroused the "dissatisfaction" of the Grand Elder.

"Anyway, thank you, teacher."

After a moment of contemplation, Ronan bowed respectfully to Heliodore.

He could sense that Heliodore's words were not impulsive. Perhaps, regardless of the outcome of this meeting, whether the two would completely sever ties or continue their master-disciple relationship, he would choose to tell him.

He knew everything.

Heliodore added, "However, you don't need to worry too much. Since the Grand Elder did not interfere or object during the selection, it means he tacitly approved of the current result."

"The Crown of Deep Knowledge is on you. If I were the Grand Elder, I would never allow anything to happen to you, nor would I allow the Crown of Deep Knowledge to be lost to the world..."

"Is this considered a consolation, teacher?"

"Just take it as that."

Heliodore waved his hand and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's talk about something else."

Heliodore lifted one foot and pointed it at Ronan. "Can you tell that there's anything different about this boot of mine compared to usual?"

Ronan looked at it carefully for a while and shook his head. "I've never paid special attention to what the teacher usually wears."

Aside from the clean soles, I couldn't see anything else different.

Upon hearing this answer, Heliodore couldn't help but burst into laughter. He had never seen Ronan so happy since the first day Ronan met him.

A private, Secret Realm Space.

Ronan stood on a small earthen mound, quietly watching everything below.

The apple trees planted in the fields below the earthen slope are already sprouting, their lush green leaves like little hands reaching out in the wind. One side of the field is full of tulips, most of which are now in bloom, a truly beautiful sight.

Having always lived in the enclosed attic of the Silver Magic Ring, Arrietty, born from the dust, has a passionate pursuit and love for all things vibrant with life.

She dreamed of having her own orchard and garden, and now, almost all of that has come true.

Every few minutes, Arrietty would pick a fresh flower and present it to Ronan like a precious treasure. Each time, Ronan would thank her and then simply praise the beauty of the flower with different adjectives. Arrietty would then feel extremely satisfied, her little face flushed with excitement and happiness, like the first apple in the orchard that ripened prematurely.

"Buzz—"

Halfway through the game, a faint spatial fluctuation suddenly emanated in front of Ronan.

Ronan gently tucked the somewhat panicked Arrietty behind his collar, then looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a moon-white robe, radiating Level Five Wizard's aura, slowly emerging from the fluctuations.

"Ronan Damien?"

The middle-aged wizard looked down at Ronan from his high vantage point and spoke calmly.

"Yes."

Ronan nodded.

"Then get ready and leave with me immediately."

Where to?

Where do you think they'll go?

A faint hint of mockery flashed in the middle-aged wizard's eyes as he said, "The place that every Son of the Deep Sea must go to, the Lost Land."

Ronan paused for a moment, then quickly regained his composure.

He had anticipated this moment, but he hadn't expected it to come so soon.

Before the controversy surrounding the selection process had subsided, he already needed to step onto the next "arena of competition."

After giving Arrietty a few brief instructions, Ronan didn't waste any more words and followed the middle-aged wizard out of the Spirit Lake, flying towards some unknown and distant direction.

After the two left, a group of people slowly appeared at the exit of Spirit Lake.

The leader, with a handsome face and youthful appearance, was none other than Misha.

Misha's perpetually straight, flowing blue-gold gradient short hair is now drooping down, making her look much more mature than before.

"That kid's gone."

Behind Misha, someone whispered.

"He didn't bring a single person with him. He really doesn't know how he's going to compete with Carniel, Casimodo, and the others. I even doubt whether he can survive in the Lost Land."

Why would the Grand Elder do that?

"Shh-"

Someone gestured for silence and subtly pointed to Misha's back in front, and everyone immediately shut up.

No one knows what happened in the final round on the day of the selection. Anyway, after coming out of the Spatial Battlefield, Misha seemed like a different person, and suddenly lost her fighting spirit and vitality.

"I haven't lost yet."

At this moment, Misha, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

Everyone's spirits lifted slightly, and then they saw Misha slowly raise her head and say to herself, "These past few days I've been thinking about why the Old Prophet emphasized the words 'beyond the Spirit Lake's in his prophecy to me."

Now, I finally understand.

Misha's eyes slowly brightened, shining as brightly as ever.

"Leaving Spirit Lake is the beginning of everything."

Fate has ordained that I, Misha Tirions, must endure this low point. What cannot kill me only makes me stronger. One day...

Misha clenched her fists, her eyes burning with determination, and said, "My name Misha, will resound Upper Ring!"

"That's great, Misha! I knew you could do it!"

"That shameless Damien, even with the support of the Grand Elder, what good is he? How can he compare to our Misha..."

Everyone was overjoyed, Misha also returned to her original radiant state.

As a core member of the team, he lived up to expectations and reignited his fighting spirit, "So what do we need to do now, Misha?"

Some people couldn't wait to ask.

"Wait."

Misha said calmly, "Once that guy fails, it will be our turn to take the stage."

In today's terms

Misha looked around, then suddenly grinned and said, "Who wants to play a game of Demon Spirit Chess with me?"

Amidst the lively chatter and laughter, no one noticed that a figure quietly left the Spirit Lake, chasing after Ronan and his companion.

The journey was much shorter than Ronan had anticipated.

"Buzz—"

The thick, solid Rune Array light barrier hummed slightly, breaking open a crack about the height of a person.

The middle-aged wizard who was leading the way stopped and looked at Ronan.

"If you follow this path for a while longer, you'll reach the Lost Land."

The middle-aged wizard tossed Ronan a light silver ring and said calmly, "What you need to do is follow the instructions on it step by step to the end."

If you encounter an insurmountable danger along the way, you can seek help from the Deep Sea.

"Can we still seek help from the Deep Sea?"

Ronan blinked.

"Certainly."

The middle-aged wizard said calmly, "But your chance is gone too."

You need to relinquish your Crown of Deep Knowledge; someone will take your place, by the way.

The middle-aged wizard glanced at the ring in Ronan's hand and said, "There are still things the Grand Elder gave you inside. Opening it in the right place should be of some help to you."

I hope you won't let us.

The middle-aged wizard shook his head halfway through his sentence, leaving Ronan alone, and turned to leave.

Ronan read a hint of indifference and disappointment in the middle-aged wizard's eyes. He pursed his lips, said nothing, and stepped into the crack that opened the magic circle.

This Super Large Rune Array that separates the Lost Land from the outside world originally existed in some unknown, deep underground place.

After passing through the magic circle, what now appeared before Ronan was a dark path that seemed to lead straight down to the center of the earth.

Ronan opened the Space Ring left behind by the middle-aged wizard before he left, and found that inside, apart from a Rune Stone used for recording, there was only a metal box with an exceptionally exquisite appearance and countless complex runes flowing on its surface.

Ronan picked up the Rune Stone, placed it on his forehead, and began to read it carefully.

A moment later, he removed the Rune Stone.

"Ancient Waterway. Quivada Oasis. The Prophet"

He muttered a few words to himself, his eyes gleaming, and finally, with a calm expression, he walked into the darkness before him.