All Things Are Children of Fire and Gold, All Things Return to the Mother of Fire and Gold

A damp, dark, and oppressive space.

A strange and eerie sound.

"Huff—huff—", "Creak creak." Suddenly, a reddish light appeared, and in an instant, the light illuminated the strange creatures that looked like fish or lizards, which were densely packed and crawling on the black moss-covered stone walls on both sides.

"Hiss—"

The sudden burst of light acted like a fuse, completely igniting the oppressive atmosphere.

On the stone wall, countless strange black creatures that were gnawing on moss suddenly stopped what they were doing, hissing like snakes, and rushed toward the spot where the flames had risen.

"Bang—bang—"

These strange creatures were incredibly fast. As soon as they broke free from the stone wall, their forms blurred, twisted, and disappeared, leaving only a short burst of air.

Amidst the continuous explosions, countless strange creatures rushed towards the flames, their tiny yet densely packed bodies almost completely extinguishing the fire in the blink of an eye.

But soon, the sound of metal clashing against metal, the sound of sharp blades cutting through flesh, and the crackling of flames burning filled the empty space, along with a strong stench of burning flesh.

The flickering firelight in the darkness spread outwards, as if some more terrifying and indescribable thing was hissing softly, with thick tentacles dancing wildly.

The corpses of strange creatures fell continuously in the firelight, like rain.

This process continued for a long time until the ground was covered with twisted, charred, and torn corpses. Scattered strange creatures retreated quickly in panic along the stone wall. A cluster of blazing flames flew out and landed on the ground with a "thud," dispelling a small patch of darkness around them.

Then, a tall and well-proportioned figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

He wore a blue robe, had white hair, and possessed a handsome yet aloof face. He casually waved his hand, dispelling the foul and stench that permeated the air. His demeanor was composed, exuding the elegant and calm air of a nobleman and scholar.

It was Ronan had officially entered the Lost Land.

Ronan stood beside the flames summoned by the spell, picked up a palm-sized charred, dried corpse at his feet, examined it closely in his hand, and then put it into his personal Space Ring.

Since entering the "Ancient Waterway," in a distance of less than 500 meters, he has already encountered no fewer than three waves of attacks from similar mysterious creatures.

These strange creatures, whether from another world or not, were not particularly strong individually, only around the level of a first or second-level wizard, but their numbers were overwhelming. They [Bloodthirst], insane, and utterly unafraid of light.

Ronan swatted away the flames in front of him and squinted to survey his surroundings by the firelight.

He was now standing in the middle of a wide passage, wide enough for three or four carriages to pass side by side. On both sides were stone walls more than five meters high, covered with dark green moss, which covered some ancient patterns. A little further away, on the top of the left stone wall, there was a statue of a naked boy holding a water bottle, but it was very dilapidated and full of an ancient and decaying atmosphere.

He came down a long flight of stairs and was already in the "waterway".

"The Keldim Ancient Wizard Empire, in its heyday, constructed a massive underground water system that spanned the entire Upper Ring Continent in order to regulate the flow of energy particles across the continent. This system was connected to countless magical nodes."

But with the decline of the empire, the arrival of disaster, and the outbreak of war, this vast waterway became a brutal battlefield and was eventually forgotten.

Ronan raised his hand to brush away the mottled moss on the stone wall beside him, looking at the ancient patterns and muttering to himself.

These are all the contents recorded in the Rune Stone left to him by the middle-aged wizard.

The Ancient Waterway left behind by the Keldim Ancient Wizard Empire.

Part of the Lost Land.

Ronan's task is to clear away the remaining otherworldly Magic Creature in the waterways, find the exit of the waterways, and head to the Quivada Oasis located in the center of the Lost Land.

There, they found a relic left by the New Prophet.

Alongside him, the Black Moon and Flame factions of wizards from the same Spirit Lake were also participating in this competition, along with the Wizard Heart Hall and other large and small wizard factions under the two Super Large wizard forces of the Destiny Empire.

It's even possible, as Heliodore suggested, that people from other empires or other forces "interfere."

After all, the Ancient Waterway run through the entire underground of the Upper Ring Continent, and the calamity that led to the fall of the vast Keldim Empire caused the flames of war to spread to almost every corner of the continent.

This is a piece of history that has been buried in the dust of time.

Ronan only learned about it now.

"Call--"

Ronan lowered his hand, let out a soft breath, and then continued walking along the waterway.

Although the waterway was used to regulate energy particles, it must have flowed with groundwater during its service life. It is now dry, but the environment is still cold and damp.

The Lost Land are vast, and wizards from other factions such as the Black Moon, Flame, and Wizard Heart Hall should each have their own entrances.

A vast, celestial-like Spiritual Force Field emanated from his body, slowly rotating like an invisible behemoth crushing the air inch by inch, and continuously radiating outwards.

Ronan's mastery of the Primordial Star Meditation Technique is nearing the breakthrough to expert level, and he is on the verge of transformation at any moment.

The Golden Fire followed Ronan's movements. In the surrounding darkness, various strange-looking mysterious creatures continued to launch surprise attacks on him, like an endless tide. However, before they could get close, they were crushed and torn apart by his Spiritual Force Field.

After walking for quite a while, the stone walls of the waterway on both sides gradually became lower, and the space in front of us seemed to gradually become more open and flat.

Suddenly, Ronan's expression shifted slightly, as if he sensed something.

The Golden Chainsaw Tentacles, made of Itai, swept across both sides like a giant whip, clearing away the obstacles in its path.

Ronan went to a spot at the base of a stone wall, lifted a loose and decayed stone slab, and gently placed his palm in a noticeable groove at the bottom of the slab.

Injecting spiritual power.

"Buzz—"

Accompanied by a muffled hum, it was as if some ancient instrument was slowly starting up.

Ronan saw that, centered on the groove under his hand, glowing runes began to extend rapidly outwards in all directions.

"Whoosh—"

Not far away, a pale blue beam of light descended, followed by a second beam, and then a third beam of light that continued to extend outward. Every so often, a light source appeared, like streetlights that had been lit up.

The light from the ancient Illumination Crystal extended for hundreds of meters before abruptly stopping.

"After all, so much time has passed. Some of the spell's nodes are still usable, but most have been damaged."

Ronan stood up, his eyes gleaming.

Looking ahead along the area he had illuminated, he discovered that it was a severely damaged waterway ruin. Many stone walls had been knocked down and were scattered on the ground, with twisted and bizarre vines growing in the damp crevices.

Of course, the most numerous and conspicuous creatures are the monsters that roam this area.

Startled by the light, the Monsters immediately noticed Ronan's presence and swarmed towards Ronan amidst various sharp or hoarse roars.

Ronan didn't have time to identify the appearance of each monster, but the most conspicuous were three particularly bloated humanoid creatures.

It was like a huge fat man weighing over 500 pounds, covered in flabby flesh, with skin the color of limestone, exuding a strong smell of decay, like a corpse that had just crawled out of a grave. Under his huge, almost dragging, round belly, there seemed to be countless maggots crawling.

"Roar--"

In the distance, one of the fat Corpse Demon opened its dark, rotting maw and let out a low growl at Ronan.

A thick beam of black light shot out from its mouth, instantly traversing layers of void and arriving in front of Ronan.

Ronan's powerful Spiritual Force Field, comparable to that of a late-stage level four wizard, resisted the black beam of light. Upon contact, it immediately "dented" and made a "hissing" sound.

Ronan could feel his mental energy being rapidly depleted. The Corpse Demon's attack carried an extremely terrifying corrosive power that ordinary Level Four Wizard simply could not withstand.

"Spirit Maya"

Ronan took a deep breath, his expression calm, and clasped his hands together in a mudra.

In an instant, "Boom!" Countless golden, amber-like flames erupted from his body, surging forth Itai, causing his Dark Blue Magic Robe to billow high.

"Snap—"

A golden fissure opened in the dark sky, from which molten lava and lightning poured down.

Ronan leaned forward expressionlessly, and a hurricane of gold and fire instantly swept across the entire bright area.

The Forbidden Law Domain was filled with chaotic energy, gold and flames raged, the golden river surged and roared, and the Spirit Maya howled. Time passed without anyone knowing how much.

As the oppressive, eerie growls subsided, the intense heat enveloped everything, and all filth vanished.

Ronan stood in the center of a red and gold-colored aura, his body suspended in mid-air, his eyes closed, his head slightly tilted back.

He seemed to be in an extremely mysterious state, with Itai flowing around him like water, and the indescribable phantom of Spirit Maya swaying behind him. The forbidden aura continued to thicken and intensify in the quiet waterway space, and under the tranquil crystal light, it seemed that an ancient hymn was softly lingering and flowing.

From the distant Golden Kingdom, the radiance of the Golden Fire, one of the Seven Pillar Gods creation. Gradually, the Itai and flames around Ronan began to merge more deeply, presenting a form of golden flames resembling asphalt.

Some Golden Fire fell down, landing on the three huge, charred, and obese corpses beneath Ronan.

"Bang!"

The corpse's belly swelled up rapidly, burst open, and countless arm-length white worms scurried out. But before they could do anything, they were completely burned to ashes by the falling tar-like flames.

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

The ancient and mysterious chanting in the void grew increasingly grand and heavy.

Ronan's body began to radiate outwards in concentric circles of crimson-gold ripples, and the void rippled like layers of silk.

When the forbidden energy accumulated to a certain degree, suddenly, all the terrifying energy flowed back into Ronan's body like water.

Ronan opened his eyes and gently placed his feet on the ground.

"All things are children of fire and metal, and all things return to the mother of fire and metal."

He murmured to himself, his expression strange.

He had come into contact with deeper changes in the [Golden Fire] inheritance a long time ago and had been pondering and comprehending them ever since.

In the battle just now, among the Five Great Inheritance Spells of [Golden Fire], the proficiency of [Brass Head] successfully broke through the Master Level of one thousand points, reaching the second stage of the Magic Domain Resonance realm.

With the [Golden Soul] having already reached the second stage of resonance, and after the fusion of the five magic domains, the [Golden Fire] inheritance has finally made some substantial progress in its deeper transformation.

——

This is an even more powerful means of transformation following the summoning of the Spirit Maya's magical clone.

"This legacy contains an epic story—the epic of Golden Fire Spirit Moye, one of the Seven Pillar Gods of the Golden Country."

"I am now only just beginning to turn the first page of this magnificent epic."

Ronan murmured to himself, and he couldn't help but think of the person he had met under the golden apple tree, standing side by side with him on the golden dunes, pointing to the distant Golden Country, laughing as he told him about an infinitely beautiful Golden Dream he had been conceiving since childhood.

"The allure of the Golden Village is becoming increasingly clear."

Ronan lowered his gaze, gradually calming the turmoil he felt after his magical breakthrough.

Looking around, he realized that he had cleared out all the monsters in the bright area.

But in the darkness beyond the reach of light, one could sense that even more monsters were constantly approaching.

"Without a waterway map, maintaining this monster density, and encountering increasingly stronger and more numerous Magic Creature as you delve deeper, would indeed be a very difficult task for one person to complete..."

Ronan frowned slightly. Now he finally understood why Misha was the popular choice, why participating in this stage of the competition required assembling a team of elite wizards, and why connections were also needed.

He had only just entered the outer layer of the Ancient Waterway when he encountered such powerful resistance that even ordinary level four cultivators would find it difficult to overcome. One can imagine how difficult the road ahead would be.

To reach the Quivada Oasis in the heart of the Lost Land, one must continue deeper into the waterway until the waterway's exit is found. Without the mutual support and cooperation of a group of people, proceeding cautiously and with division of labor, this would be virtually impossible.

This will certainly be a long process, perhaps lasting several years or even longer.

Moreover, one must always be wary of opposing forces who are also involved in the mission. The various complex relationships and unknown variables truly test a wizard's comprehensive qualities in all aspects. Only those who stand out from such a selection process can bear the trust and expectations of all forces in the upcoming upheaval.

Ronan took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and took out the ring that the middle-aged wizard had given him before he left.

Inside the ring, there are still some helpful items left to him by the Grand Elder of the Deep Sea, which he has not yet opened.

"Is this a suitable place?"

Ronan took out the box covered with runes, glanced at the distant darkness where a commotion was faintly emanating, shook his head, and decided to open the box right there on the spot.

In this environment, it doesn't matter where you open it; there's no such thing as suitable or unsuitable.

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