The First Secret Art of Gold, Spirit Maya Poem - Golden Origin!

"As long as I don't die."

One day, I will find out the truth behind all of this.

Jason pulled up his collar and spoke with a cold, hard look in his eyes.

Ronan didn't speak, he just nodded silently.

The two flew along the gray sand, occasionally Jason would stop, as he seemed to have a unique way of determining the location of treasure.

Ronan is now filled with curiosity about the grayish-white area on the second level of this seemingly Lost Land.

He wondered if this grayish-white land was the Quivada Oasis he was looking for.

But there's nowhere that seems to have anything to do with the word "oasis," and according to the quest hints, the Quivada Oasis is located in the "center" of the Lost Land.

Is this considered the center?

As Ronan pondered this, before they knew it, the two had already walked quite a distance on the sand.

At one point, Jason suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Found it!"

His eyes were fixed intently in one direction as he said urgently, "Damien, come with me quickly."

Ronan's spirits lifted slightly upon hearing this. Although Alazan had shown his disdain for the Silver Ear Goblin Treasure more than once, it was, after all, a genuine ancient treasure trove. Especially since this was his first time encountering it, he was naturally filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Jason appeared more eager than Ronan, his mental energy propelling his body forward as he charged relentlessly in one direction.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the location of the treasure trove he had mentioned, which from the outside looked like an ordinary gray-white mound.

"Damien, the ring."

Jason couldn't contain his joy and greeted Ronan.

Ronan tossed him the Linked Ring he had been holding, and Jason, full of anticipation, was about to step forward when Ronan grabbed him.

"Etc!"

"What's wrong?"

Jason turned to look at him, completely bewildered.

Ronan didn't speak, he just looked at their feet.

Jason looked down and discovered that a thin wisp of Black Mist had begun to rise from beneath their feet.

The grayish-white sand rises up in small mounds, and from the exposed soil, a slippery, pale color is revealed, resembling some kind of eerie lotus root segment.

Jason stared at a white bulge for a while, and suddenly, the bulge burst open, and a pale, rotting woman's hand grew out from it, grabbing at Jason's face!

"Grass!"

Jason was startled and took two steps back. Once he came to his senses, he immediately said, "Quick, let's go! That bastard is catching up!"

Ronan shook his head calmly. "No need, it's too late."

"Pop—Pop—Pop—"

Amidst a crisp sound like a bubble bursting, pale, rotting arms sprouted rapidly from the mud like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Without a word, Ronan and Jason flew upwards, followed by countless pale arms that reached out to grab them.

Countless arms were growing rapidly, soon crossing the sand dunes below and even over the heads of the two people, transforming into a strange and eerie forest of arms.

"Daru!"

Jason produced a strange sacrificial knife over a foot long in his hand, uttered odd and difficult incantations, and swung the sacrificial knife around violently. Powerful magical fluctuations emanated from it, and pale arms broke off like straws under the light of the knife, with smooth cuts and no blood flowing out.

But then even more arms reached out and grabbed.

Jason slashed several times, but the strange arms all over his body seemed endless, multiplying with each strike.

Damn it!

His expression darkened, and he cursed under his breath, looking at Ronan with a hint of frustration. "Damien, I really shouldn't have called you here."

"Don't say things like that now."

Ronan narrowed his eyes, scanning the dense forest of arms around him, and said softly, "It's meaningless."

After he finished speaking, he took a light breath.

"Boom!"

The next second, before Jason's eyes widened in shock, a powerful Spiritual Force Field, as if it were an invisible celestial body in motion, burst forth from his body.

The terrifying pressure instantly pushed aside the dense, pale arms around him, and an undeniable force enveloped Jason, carrying him straight upwards.

"You... you."

Jason stared at Ronan in shock, seemingly unable to understand why Ronan's mental strength was so much greater than his, even though they had both recently advanced to level four.

But soon, he lost his voice.

Because Ronan's powerful Spiritual Force Field was still increasing.

In the blink of an eye, it surpassed the level four and reached a terrifying level comparable to Level Five Wizard.

"Boom!"

Looking down from high above, on the gray-white sand, a huge bulge suddenly rises from the top of a strange forest of arms that appears out of nowhere.

An invisible yet immense force broke free from it, and amidst the flying scattering of countless severed limbs, two figures emerged one after the other.

The handsome young man at the head of the group, dressed in a deep blue robe, had a glowing forehead and eyes that seemed to contain whirlpools, giving him an indescribable sense of strangeness and profundity.

The man standing behind the young man was bald and fierce, but his expression showed a slight look of astonishment and blankness.

It was Ronan and Jason who emerged from the Forest of Pale Arms.

"Huh?"

Ronan entered the [[Clarity Extreme Thought]] state, his mental power amplified even more than that of a typical early-stage level 5 wizard. Just as he led Jason out from below, he heard a slightly surprised exclamation coming from within the forest of eerie, swaying arms in front of him.

Damien, you...

Jason seemed to only just recover from his shock, pointing at Ronan and stammering as if he wanted to say something.

Before he could finish speaking, a powerful, invisible force enveloped him and flung him outwards.

"Don't worry about me, you go and open the treasure!"

Ronan coldly uttered a sentence, and Jason suddenly woke up from his dream, quickly rousing himself.

Ronan heard a soft snort, and then saw the forest of strange arms that were still growing wildly beneath him, completely "ignoring" Jason's escape, and instead continuing to pounce on him in unison.

Even though the person being hunted was Jason, and the key to the Goblin Vault and the method to open it were all on Jason, the other party kept their eyes on him. Considering Jason's own description earlier, all of this seems quite interesting.

Ronan remained expressionless, feeling the waves of cold, decaying energy sweeping over him like a tidal wave.

Within the Consciousness Space, a vibrant golden light emanated from the dark gold core.

In an instant, Ronan's Spiritual Force Field also transformed into a golden hue, and the dazzling, blazing golden celestial body began to rotate with a "crack—".

A Golden Rift suddenly opened in the void above, and torrents of golden magma poured out.

Golden Itai emerged from beneath his robes, instantly transforming into a colossal golden body of Spirit Maya, enveloping his entire being.

The energy of the Forbidden Law Domain surged and flowed in the void like magma.

"Call--"

Ronan spread his arms outwards, and those long, dense, pale arms, like wildly growing vines, were ignited under the golden heat, scorched black, and broke off. Like an autumn wildfire burning a white reed bed, the scene was spectacular yet possessed a tragic beauty.

The cold and oppressive aura in the void did not decrease but increased, and a cold snort came from the deep forest of arms beneath the raging fire.

The next second, thick black columns of energy suddenly shot out from the Forest of Arms, instantly extinguishing the golden heat wave attached to the Forest of Arms. Then, pale, rotting arms began to intertwine.

The entire forest of arms surged toward one point, quickly transforming into a bizarre giant woven from countless dense, pale arms! This giant was nearly a hundred meters tall, its lower body connected to the vast forest of arms like tree roots. Its entire body was covered in strangely twisted, pale arms, and on its face, five dazzling crystals, like eyes, looked down at Ronan with cold indifference and disdain.

A terrifying, chilling, and eerie aura filled the entire world like a tsunami. Compared to this pale giant, even the enormous golden body of Spirit Maya seemed somewhat insignificant.

After the giant took shape, it stretched out its two hands and grabbed Ronan from the left and right.

On those two arms, countless tiny, pale, rotting arms writhed rapidly, as if something was crying and screaming, stirring up an unparalleled, surging tide of black energy in the void!

"Boom!"

Two enormous, eerie hands slammed together, instantly extinguishing the light of the Golden Fire in the sky.

Damien!

Not far away, Jason, who was halfway through the initiation ceremony while holding the Linked Ring, was furious at the sight and let out a heart-wrenching roar.

However, before he could even grieve for a moment, a calm voice gently rang in his ear.

"Don't worry, I'm not dead yet."

"Well"

Jason was stunned.

The next moment, he saw that the two strange giant hands of the hundred-meter-long arm giant, which had been tightly clasped together, were rapidly broken apart from the inside out, as if cut by countless waves of fire.

A magnificent and dazzling light appeared between heaven and earth.

"Huh?"

A surprised, soft exclamation emanated from inside the giant with the hundred-meter-long arm.

At this moment, Ronan was surrounded by countless scattered pieces of gold Itai. The Spirit Maya Dharma Body had collapsed, but it did not dissipate. Instead, it seemed to form a strange force field that enveloped him.

Ronan closed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands together, and his entire body was covered in a golden luster, even his long hair that danced behind him turned golden.

A forbidden aura continuously thickened around him, and in the blink of an eye, it became several times more concentrated than before.

"Buzz—"

At a certain moment, Ronan suddenly opened his eyes.

In his pupils, which were almost pure gold, mysterious and complex runes flashed by.

At this moment, he exuded an indescribable noble and mysterious aura, with an extraordinary demeanor, even giving people a slightly dreamlike and enchanting feeling.

"Perfect. I'll use you to test my new method!"

Ronan spoke, and his voice changed.

Each syllable uttered seemed to be accompanied by countless hymns of praise.

The golden aura surrounding him spread outwards, separating from the Itai and recombining with the fragments of the Spirit Maya Dharma Body, gradually revealing countless fragments that resembled broken chains or shattered musical notes.

Thick, asphalt-like golden flames flowed and dripped from every fragment of metal! "Song of Gold and Fire."

Ronan looked at the hundred-meter-long armed giant in front of him and slowly raised his right hand.

Spread your five fingers.

Countless fragments of gold made of Itai rapidly coalesced and reformed in his palm. Soon, they transformed into a golden blade tens of meters long, shaped like an eagle's wing, with countless broken runes flowing around it and rolling golden flames flowing around it!

The moment the Golden Wing Blade, tens of meters long, took shape, Ronan's eyes lit up instantly.

He held the knife in one hand and slashed fiercely at the hundred-meter-long-armed giant in front of him.

In an instant, the countless chants in the void rose to their highest point, and countless golden notes burst forth.

Where the golden eagle blade sliced through, a dreamlike and enchanting golden world was reflected in the flash of its light.

The indescribable shadow of Spirit Maya flickered in Ronan's eyes.

"The First Secret Technique of Golden Fire!"

"[The Spirit Maya Poem - The Golden Origin!] "

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