Evolving Holy Shrine, Call, Completion, Transformation!

[Space Mirror Art]+ [Mirror Soul], Secret Technique: [Mirror Flower Water Moon].

Dozens of identical-looking "Ronan," each radiating a faint silver light, simultaneously darted out in all directions.

The bronze-masked knight calmly observed everything, casually giving a glance to the person beside him. The three Level Five Wizard immediately understood his meaning and descended.

The Tangista wizards displayed military discipline, consciously cooperating to hunt down the fleeing figures.

The bronze-armored knight lightly pulled on the reins, and the warhorse shrouded in black smoke snorted and swayed its hooves, leaving a phantom-like trail in the air before catching up with a silver figure that darted away like a streak of light.

The bronze-armored knight raised his hand and thrust out with his spear. From a great distance, the figure exploded with a "bang".

The Black Nightmare Warhorse paused for a moment, then made a soft "tsk" sound.

The scene descended into chaos once more. Jason was completely bewildered by Ronan's sudden remark and stood there blankly, thankfully no one was paying attention to him at the moment.

Suddenly, the void in front of him rippled like water, and a figure quickly emerged from behind the "transparent" back, grabbing Jason's shoulder.

"Walk!"

"Damien?!"

Jason was pleasantly surprised when he saw the person in front of him. He then realized Ronan's intention and hurriedly followed with a slightly serious expression.

"He's here!"

Someone called out, noticing the two trying to sneak away.

The next moment, a dense barrage of rune arrows shot in from all directions, accompanied by the energy pressure of Level Five Wizard.

Jason felt a terrifying pressure surging towards him like a tidal wave, and his scalp tingled. He subconsciously looked at Ronan, but Ronan's expression was unusually calm.

Ronan extended his five fingers, and a thick aura belonging to the Forbidden Law Domain emanated from the tips of each finger.

An invisible vortex seemed to appear in the palm of his hand, and streams of energy rolled in from the void.

From Jason's perspective, Ronan's figure appeared blurry and distorted, making him indistinct. He exuded an indescribable and terrifying suction force, which caused the rune arrows around them to deflect or come to a halt. Before Jason could even show any expression of shock, he heard Ronan's clear and calm voice in his ear.

"One layer of [Law Control] enhancement. [Forbidden Black Hole]!"

"Thump—"

It felt as if someone had struck a spot in the void with a giant hammer, and Jason's heart pounded violently.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the free energy particles in a certain area around him being instantly drained, the light suddenly dimmed, and a huge Black Sun appeared inexplicably in front of him, like a bottomless void black hole, or like the eyes of an ancient demon god gazing at all living beings.

Jason froze, his expression stiff as if he had been frozen in place.

In a daze, a long, powerful hand reached out from behind, grabbed him by the collar of his neck, and flew out with a "whoosh." "Another forbidden-level spell. The skill is still quite profound."

"Is that kid a level four monster?"

As the arena gradually calmed down, three Level Five Wizards from Tangista looked up at the slowly disappearing black sun in the sky, each with a complex and unfathomable expression on their faces.

A cloud of black smoke drifted over, and the knight riding the Black Nightmare Warhorse slowly approached them.

"Grown ups."

The three Level Five Wizard quickly recovered from their slightly complicated emotions and bowed to the knight.

"What is your background?"

The bronze-armored knight held his lance upside down, looked at the magical black hole in front of him, and casually asked a question with a calm expression.

A level 5 individual shook his head. "They look like wizards from the other side of the Pendulum of Fate. I don't know how they broke in. They started by casting a spell, and it seems they were chasing something. They were discovered by our people on the outskirts."

The knight nodded, glanced in the direction of the black, strange wood forest they had come from, and said calmly, "Those guys probably won't be out for a while. You guys stay here and keep watch, I'll go after them and check."

The three Level Five Wizard respectfully agreed, but one of them hesitated before speaking, "Sir, these two are most likely unaware of our plan."

The young man in the lead has such monstrous magical talent; he's most likely a prodigy being groomed by some powerful organization. Killing him might just attract more investigation and affect us."

"I know what I'm doing."

The bronze-armored knight pulled on the reins, and his Black Nightmare Warhorse turned into a wisp of black smoke. In the blink of an eye, the knight and his horse disappeared into the void, vanishing completely.

"[Forbidden Black Hole (Grandmaster 3/3200)] ".

Ronan grabbed Jason and fled at top speed. He took a quick look at his Character Panel and found that his proficiency with [Forbidden Black Hole] had increased slightly.

[Forbidden Black Hole] is one of his usual "backup" trump cards.

I was touched when I cast the spell, and some new insights naturally came to mind. I felt that my proficiency might have increased, and sure enough, it was.

Since [Forbidden Black Hole] reached the "Grandmaster" level, the increase in proficiency has been as slow as a tortoise. It has been almost half a year since he officially comprehended [Forbidden Black Hole], and the proficiency has only barely increased to 3.

It's infuriatingly slow.

"After this, I need to find time to properly improve my Soul Power and accumulate Primordial Spirit Writing."

Ronan silently calculated that spell comprehension was closely linked to Soul Power, and the Primordial Spirit Writing had a similar "enlightenment" effect. If he wanted to improve his progress in spells at the Grandmaster level, he could only start from these two aspects.

At that moment, Ronan felt a struggling force between his fingers. He suppressed his thoughts, released his grip, and looked at Jason.

Jason seemed to have only just recovered from the shock of what had just happened, and was looking at Ronan as if he were a complete stranger.

Damien

"Um?"

"Have you always been this strong, or did you only become this strong after advancing to Dawn?"

"Always."

"When we first met, did I almost die...?"

What do you think?

Jason fell silent for a moment before muttering to himself, "Looks like I'm in luck. My only wizard friend is actually a top-tier genius with exceptional talent."

"Call--"

Ronan exhaled a breath of stale air, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke in a low voice, "Stop talking nonsense... We haven't completely gotten rid of those guys in Tangista yet."

"They're still chasing?!"

Jason's expression tightened immediately upon hearing this, and he quickly looked behind him like a startled rabbit.

Soon, he spotted a faint wisp of black smoke on the distant gray-white horizon, clinging to them like a persistent, insidious ailment, and growing ever closer.

"Damn it..."

Jason's face turned grim. He immediately thought of the terrifyingly powerful Black Nightmare Warhorse Knight, a commander-level figure in one of the legions of the Tangista Wizard Empire.

He turned around and discussed countermeasures with Ronan.

What do we do?

"What can we do? We have to run."

Ronan calmly replied, "I was lured here from the Ancient Waterway ruins of the Lost Land by your Message Bat."

The teleportation point we used to get here is still there. If we get there, we'll have a chance to escape.

Jason's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but ask, "How far is it from the teleportation point?"

"At our current speed, it will take at least ten hourglasses to get there."

Jason fell silent, his lips pressed together, his nerves tightening.

But after only a short while, he couldn't help but curse under his breath, "These lunatics, why do they have to chase us? I didn't even lay a finger on that level three kid with the crossbow, you insane freaks!"

Ronan listened to Jason's grumbling, a thoughtful glint flashed in his eyes.

Indeed, Jason was right to criticize.

There was no deep-seated hatred between the two Wizard Empire, the Pendulum of Fate and Tangista. Or rather, although the three major empires in the central region occasionally clashed, there were no major conflicts between them.

When wizards belonging to opposing factions meet, they don't necessarily have to fight to the death over a single disagreement.

Ronan speculated that the reason the Tangista wizards were pursuing them so relentlessly was probably because he and Jason might have inadvertently entered their "guard area" and been mistaken for people with ulterior motives.

Or rather, these Tangista wizards were the ones with ulterior motives... After all, for a powerful level 5 wizard to suddenly appear in Lost Land with a group of subordinates seemed strange and suspicious.

"That's the most troublesome part."

Ronan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, Itai to bind Jason. Utilizing the effect of [[Space Silvering]], he teleported forward two short distances in succession, slightly increasing the distance between himself and the mental force that was firmly locked onto them behind him, as if they were playing a game of cat and mouse.

To be honest, Ronan wasn't particularly panicked, because he didn't sense any strong killing intent from his opponent, and he also had stronger trump cards up his sleeve.

Just as he was thinking this, an incredibly strong desire suddenly welled up in Ronan's heart.

He froze, his expression blank, and abruptly stopped in mid-air.

"What's wrong?"

Jason was caught off guard and stopped as well, glancing back repeatedly with suspicion and asking questions urgently.

Ronan didn't speak, but simply took out an ordinary-looking black stone sphere and stared at it quietly for a while.

Half a breath later, he suddenly tossed Jason a Rune Stone.

"The teleportation point coordinates are inside. Go there yourself. I have something else to take care of."

Ronan left with a single sentence, then turned and flew off in a direction without looking back.

Jason was a little confused by his actions. Only when Ronan's figure was already so far away that he could hardly see it anymore did he realize what was happening. Without even looking at the Rune Stone in his hand, he chased after him.

"What's going on now?"

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The oncoming wind blew across Ronan's cheeks, Ronan could clearly hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

Everything is becoming increasingly urgent, little by little.

He stared intently at a semi-transparent black line visible only to himself. Following the line's guidance, with each step he took, the inexplicable longing in his heart seemed to grow stronger.

Yes, that should be it.

"To replenish the final bit of power needed to advance to the Grandmaster level through [Ascetic Body Forging]."

"What I truly desire... the Holy Shrine Power!"

Perhaps it was some kind of strange instinctive feeling, or perhaps it was because it had been stuck at the final moment of Master Level for too long, and the [[Immaculate Body]] itself issued a "hint signal".

In any case, Ronan had an incredibly strong premonition at that moment— the Holy Shrine he was heading to was the one he had been searching for all along, and if he missed it, he might regret it for a long time.

The Black Line Guidance was shorter than Ronan had anticipated.

Soon, he could see the end of the black line in the distance.

It was an unremarkable mound, hidden among the undulating gray-white mud fields.

From afar, Ronan released his mental energy, and the low mound immediately exploded with a "bang," revealing a small, dark hole hidden underneath, barely big enough for one person to enter.

Ronan darted in like a gust of wind, moving through the winding cave like a phantom, finally stopping at the end of the cave.

"Thud—"

A burst of flame shot out, illuminating the scene inside the cave.

Some withered vines were wrapped around the uneven stone walls on both sides, and snakes, startled, were slithering about on the vines, hissing and flicking their tongues.

Ronan stood still, and by the light of the flames, he could see an ancient altar hidden by withered vines at the bottom of the stone wall at the deepest part of the cave.

In the center of the altar stood a black stone pillar, on which was carved the image of a faceless girl.

"Boom!"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and the altar pillar in front of him immediately exploded. From the shattered body of the girl's statue, a pure white flame of energy quietly appeared.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

Ronan gazed silently at the pure white flames before him, his pupils reflecting the pure white light.

At this moment, the longing that welled up in his heart reached its peak, and the Life Light Sphere within his body seemed to be responding to the call of the pure white flame in front of him, the two swaying and vibrating in waves almost in sync.

Damien!

Jason's voice came from outside the cave, buzzing and echoing inside.

Are you inside?

"Damn it! What's going on? That guy on horseback is almost catching up!"

Ronan ignored it, and with a strange expression, slowly approached the flames, then slowly stretched out his hand.

"Jason... I think we don't need to run anymore."

He spoke softly, his fingertips touching the flame.

The pure white flames that had been floating in mid-air and burning quietly suddenly seemed to have found an outlet, and instantly wrapped around his palm.

Immediately afterwards, Ronan was enveloped in a layer of pure white flames.

A raging fire burned all over his body, as if he were about to undergo a long-awaited transformation.

"So it was the power of evolution?"

Ronan looked down at his hands, which were completely engulfed in flames, and muttered to himself.

Soon, his murmurs were drowned out by a series of sounds of flesh and bone colliding, tearing, roaring, and growing.

"Boom--"

In an instant, pure white light engulfed everything inside the cave.

One update today, taking a short break.