Harvest, Sorting Up, Until the Dead Sea Turns Red

Looking around, several decaying Skeleton Soldier huddled in a corner sensed the teleportation fluctuations and were limping towards them, dragging their rusty weapons.

Ronan flicked his finger, and a thin, golden Moon Blade Itai flew out with a whistling sound, shattering several skeletons one by one before flying back.

Everything was much the same as when he left: dark and calm, with nothing unusual happening.

I sensed Hathaway's presence briefly; she was still active.

Ronan narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then stretched out a hand, pointing it at an empty waterway in front of him.

A white vortex appeared in the palm of his hand, slowly expanding, followed by pure elemental energy fluctuations emanating from it.

Ronan released seven or eight level-four Elemental Lifeform in one go, ordering them to patrol the surroundings. Then, with a "click," he disappeared from the spot, flashing like a television screen going black after a power outage.

He arrived at the Mist Space of the "Mirror of Emptiness".

He needs some alone time and space to process what he has learned from this unexpected trip.

On the Black Earth of the Mist Space, where it seemed as if you could squeeze oil out of a handful, all the flower and grass seeds that Ronan had casually sown had sprouted.

In an environment with abundant energy, sunshine and rain seem to become less important.

Amidst a lush, vibrant green landscape, Dodol III ran merrily through the fields.

"If Arrietty came here, she would probably be very happy."

Ronan strolled through the area, lost in thought, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed.

He found the spot where he had planted the half of Moriel's Red Lotus Scepter, and saw that the bare wooden stick was still completely bare.

He tried to pull it out, and easily pulled the whole stick out. He stuck the end into the soil, but nothing that looked like roots grew out, and it didn't get dirty at all.

Even the small area where the stick was planted became unusually dry, and there were no flowers or plants around it.

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he stuck the stick back into the mud.

It seems he was overthinking it; this wasn't something that could be transplanted and survived at all. Of course, it's also possible that there was a problem with his planting method. Ronan didn't dwell on this matter for too long and strolled to the location of the Elemental Pool within the space.

He hadn't been away from the Ancient Waterway for long, only a few days in total. Even so, the Elemental Pool looked slightly larger than before, constantly accumulating energy.

Beside the Elemental Pool, mid-tier Magic Crystal obtained from the Goblin Vault were piled up like a small mountain.

The total volume is approximately fifty cubic meters.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and his mental energy swirled up a pile of Magic Crystal, which flowed through the air like a river and flew towards the white mist wall not far away.

Just as it was about to hit the high wall, it turned around, flew back, and landed back in its original position.

"Never mind."

Ronan shook his head, abandoning the idea of expanding the space immediately.

"We'll make plans once Alazan awakens Bennigo arrives with the Saint Blood Tree."

Ronan sat down Elemental Pool, his right hand gently brushing across the void before him. The golden Itai, like an incomparably delicate and precious golden silk, flowed slowly with the movement of his palm.

He could sense Itai's lively and joyful emotional fluctuations. As his most trusted combat partner, Ronan was equally happy for Itai's promotion.

Thinking of this, Ronan casually waved his hand, and a tattered golden book page and a heavy black metal plate flew over one after the other.

As it landed in his hand, Ronan gently stroked the last page of the golden book, which bore the inscription "Golin's Hammer."

He pointed to the small hammer surrounded by thunder and flames on the page and spoke softly to Itai.

"How about I find some to feed you?"

Itai leaned in and rubbed its cold body against Ronan's cheek like a puppy.

"Meow~~"

Dodol III suddenly appeared out of nowhere, sticking out his tongue and licking Ronan's cheeks repeatedly, his two black bean eyes staring at him expectantly, as if he wanted a share of the pie.

Ronan casually pushed Dodol III aside, picked up the metal plate that Dodol III had spat out, and examined it closely.

Only now does he have time to carefully study what this thing actually is.

On the glowing side of the metal plate, many flowing lights resembling incomplete runes floated; gently touching them seemed to create some kind of pattern.

Ronan clicked his tongue, his eyes brightening slightly. He picked up the tattered golden pages to compare them, "Could this stone tablet be pieced together to create a real map leading to the location where the 'Golin's Hammer' is buried?"

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, but unfortunately the golden book containing information about the "Golin's Hammer" treasure had already been chewed up beyond recognition by Dodol III.

To prove this, he would have to piece together the entire pattern completely.

The number of flowing lights floating on the black metal plate was dense, as numerous as stars, and piecing them together completely seemed to be a long and arduous task.

However, Ronan usually uses Primordial Spirit Writing to piece together the ten Primordial Origin Runes as a boring game to pass the time, has an extraordinary interest and patience in this kind of thing.

He worked on it with great interest for a while, until he felt a little tired, then he tossed the metal plate and the gold pages aside.

This is not something that can be accomplished overnight, and he doesn't have much interest in playing with jigsaw puzzles right now.

Clearing his mind of distractions, Ronan picked up the "Crown of Deep Knowledge" and placed it on his head. Then he closed his eyes and entered the meditative state of the [Primordial Star Meditation Technique].

In the realm of nothingness, one can contemplate the movement and evolution of ancient stars, and the mental energy depleted by successive battles will be gradually replenished as if watered by a gentle stream.

When Ronan opened his eyes, all his fatigue had vanished, and he was back to being full of energy.

"Basic Meditation Technique is, after all, just Basic Meditation Technique. Even if I advance to the Master Level, my mental energy is currently too vast. If I exhaust it all at once, even with the [[Clarity Realm]], it will be difficult to replenish it quickly."

But.

Ronan opened his Character Panel, and his proficiency in the [Primordial Star Meditation Technique] was already at (Mastery 398/400), and he would soon be promoted to expert. When simulating Star Chart Deduction, he could already feel the next bottleneck loosening.

Once the [Primordial Star Meditation Technique] breaks through to the Master Level, the resulting extraordinary effects will undoubtedly become even more powerful.

"Finally, there's... [Ascetic Body Forging]!"

Ronan's eyes flickered as he focused his mind on his own body.

Thanks to the Evolving Holy Shrine, the last flaw in his [Immaculate Body] was filled, and he underwent a small transformation from the inside out.

His body became stronger, every cell was full of vitality, the Vitality Orb were as bright as the sun, and even the Storm Rune and flesh became more complete, although Ronan rarely used the so-called "Storm Bloodline" ability.

But that may not be the case in the future.

For example, in the legacy of the Golden Country, the Golden Fire Spirit Moye is only one of the seven pillar gods of the Golden Country.

Once he obtains a legacy like the Golden Wind or Golden Thunder, the "Storm Bloodline" talent will naturally come in very handy.

It's not yet time for "Storm Bloodline" to bloom.

"The Six Spiral Palaces has reached its current limit, and it is impossible to build a seventh layered Spiral Palace."

I have now reached the pinnacle and limit of Master Level [Ascetic Body Forging]. There's only one opportunity left to break through that last thin layer of paper.

"Click-click-click—"

Ronan naturally entered the state of "Ancient Demon God Body", and an incredibly powerful life force field suddenly erupted, stirring up an invisible and distorted transparent air wave in the calm Mist Space.

The black Spirit Force was far more powerful and intense than before, flowing down like mercury through every pore, creating waves around Ronan's feet, with a faint dark red emanating from beneath.

The Dead Sea... the Dead Sea

Ronan narrowed his eyes, his pupils becoming unfocused, and his ten fingers repeatedly drew lines in the air before him like hooks, leaving behind dark, slashing marks.

In the Dead Sea illusion that only he could see, the black Dead Sea churned with waves, and mysterious powers hidden within it constantly emerged, containing some ancient and obscure insights.

Ronan felt he had grasped something, but was still a little short. If his battle with Thomas had continued, he should have been able to comprehend it smoothly, but unfortunately, the latter had no desire to fight him to the death.

During his fight with Thomas, Ronan discovered that the [Instinctive Grip], which evolved from Basic Swordsmanship, actually contained some techniques related to the application of the power of rules.

This very point is precisely the opportunity to unlock the hidden power within the Black Dead Sea.

Without the [[Instinctive Grip]], even if he entered the next level of [Ascetic Body Forging], he would only be able to use some "death power" brought by the [Ancient Power] runes.

Ronan has a strong premonition that he is about to develop a super-killer move, which may be a key factor in transforming his physical combat system.

But to achieve this, he needs more time to accumulate experience and more battles to catalyze it.

"When the Dead Sea turns completely red, I may achieve my final breakthrough."

Ronan murmured, "Pressure. I need more pressure than Thomas can give me."

The immense pressure that surpasses that of a late-stage level 5 archmage is something only Level Six Wizard could possibly exert.

No.

Sometimes, it's not necessary to pursue a single competitor with extremely high quality.

Even slightly weaker opponents, if there are enough of them, can achieve the effect of quantitative change leading to qualitative change.

And now, Ronan seems to have a perfect opportunity in front of him, which may allow him to achieve what he wants.