I Haven't Had Such a Real Dream in a Long Time

The Crown of Deep Knowledge itself has a certain amplifying effect on mental power. In addition, Ronan's newly mastered [Primordial Star Meditation Technique], which has recently broken through to the Expert Level, brings about an increase in mental power and a transformation of the Spiritual Force Field. Furthermore, the tenfold increase in mental power under [Empty [Clarity Extreme Thought]] pushed his mental power to an unprecedented peak the moment he began to cast the spell, infinitely close to the level of the mid-stage of the fifth level.

Furthermore, with the addition of Itai absorbing hundreds of ancient Gold Coin, Ronan's [Golden Origin] technique, which had not shown much power when fighting against Thomas, who was in the late stage of the fifth rank, now brought a crushing effect to the group of wizards from the Wizard Heart Hall in front of him! The blade of gold and fire slashed down, and the dazzling golden scene bursting out from the blade light almost swallowed up and encompassed them all.

The first few level-four late-stage Black Robe Wizard to be struck by the blade had their mental and energy fields instantly torn apart. Their golden power slightly diminished, and signs immediately appeared on their bodies as if they were Golden Curse, their bodies turning golden and rapidly melting in the high temperature.

Ronan's blade swept across, sending the Level Four Wizard of the Wizard Heart Hall flying like rag dolls. Asphalt-like golden flames splashed out, and their chaotic consciousness rippled with waves of panic and terror.

The sword struck the first Level Five Wizard on the left, encountering little resistance. The wizard's eyes widened, and his body rapidly elementalized, exploding like a cloud of smoke. Fragments of the Wizard Heart Hall's special robes scattered in all directions, then were quickly corroded by the gold and burned to ashes by the flames.

The terrifying golden blade light only stopped slightly when it reached the very center of the Astrolabe Gate. The Gold Serpent Earring Man leading the Wizard Heart Hall let out a piercing scream, and his whole body suddenly transformed into a black halo with blood seeping from its center, like a distorted blazing sun, desperately resisting the blade light's attack.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and the golden light of his blade pressed down gently. The countless golden chants accompanying the blade instantly became anxious, as if countless golden blades were rapidly trembling.

"Click-click-click—"

With a sound of the void collapsing and crumbling, the blood-stained black sun quickly caved in from the middle under the crushing light of the blades.

It's like a ball that's been ripped in half, deflating little by little.

Ronan watched as the Gold Serpent Earring Man in the blood-stained halo stretched his body rapidly, his face filled with shock and resentment, like a soft, boneless rubber man. Finally, he was forcibly severed by the blade, his elemental form escaping, and the halo vanished along with him.

"Boom!"

What seemed like a long process was actually only a moment. Without the Gold Serpent Earring Man blocking his way, the golden blade flashed past swiftly.

The remaining black-robed figures from the Wizard Heart Hall were swept away by the golden blade light, as if swept up by Torrent gold and fire, including the remaining Level Five Wizard, all of them were wiped out.

On the stone platform in Astrolabe Gate, there was only a flat, gleaming gold surface, with nothing else obstructing the view.

"Call--"

As Ronan's sword strike came to an end, a thick Black Cloud immediately swept over him. Within the Black Cloud, countless golden ouroboros seemed to dart about. The Gold Serpent Earring Man appeared and disappeared among the countless tiny golden snakes, his face grim.

He produced a flat staff in his hand that resembled a black cactus with multiple upward-curving branches, and pointed it at Ronan.

A dense aura of Forbidden Law Domain surged forth, and countless tiny golden snakes gathered within the Black Cloud, coiling together to form a massive dark golden snake-tail arrow, which tore through the void and shot towards Ronan.

"Buzz!"

The snake-tail arrow slowed down about ten feet in front of Ronan, as if it had hit a thick, invisible wall, and continued forward with a "crackling" sound like ice breaking.

Ronan remained expressionless as his Star Force Field activated. Several invisible celestial bodies around him rotated, releasing a terrifying pulling force. Blinding beams of energy appeared out of thin air, converging and closing in on the location of the serpent's tail arrow as Ronan spread his five fingers. The power of the Star Force Field was somewhat beyond Ronan's expectations. The speed at which it mobilized free energy particles was dozens of times faster than before, and there was also a mysterious gravitational effect from the celestial bodies, echoing the starry sky in the dark and forming a strange magical energy cycle.

Although it could not withstand the forbidden power of a level Level Five Wizard's spell, it greatly delayed the speed at which the spell would descend, making it far more robust than the energy defenses of a normal Level Four Wizard.

Having completed the test of the Star Force Field's strength, Ronan was in high spirits. He formed a hand seal, and the Golden Origin Blade flew back like a golden waterfall.

The massive, magnificent longsword suddenly trembled slightly, followed by incredibly condensed golden halos emanating from its blade. The chanting echoing in the void, and the golden power contained within the blade, all surged abruptly! Another of the five great Spell Inheritance of [Golden Fire] had unknowingly entered the second stage of resonance during the battle! As a result, the power of [Golden Origin] increased accordingly, and the forbidden aura became even more powerful and intense! "Crack, crack—"

As the blade of gold and fire swept across, the dense Black Cloud approaching Ronan were instantly dyed in large swaths of golden yellow. Wherever the golden halo radiated from the blade, the Black Cloud rapidly collapsed, and the serpentine arrows that had been blocked by the Star Force Field were also quickly metallicized and melted by the terrifying high temperature.

The Gold Serpent Earring Man in the Black Cloud was moved, his face showing shock and disbelief. His figure quickly became ethereal and darted towards the collapsing Black Cloud. Ronan casually pointed a finger, and a dazzling golden blade of light caught up. The latter's elemental body was tainted by the power of the golden energy, and part of his body quickly turned golden.

"Whoosh—"

With a sound like a hot knife slicing through butter, a flash of golden light illuminated the face of the Gold Serpent Earring Man, his expression filled with terror. Then, the light quickly dissipated into smoke and vanished into the darkness in the distance.

Only a long, slender arm, seemingly cast and sculpted from gold, landed crisply on the stone surface of the Aqueduct Ruins with a "thud".

Ronan's gaze swept casually across the room. Under the brilliant and dazzling golden light of his sword, the remaining wizards of the Wizard Heart Hall scattered in panic, like cockroaches and bedbugs exposed to the scorching sun. They disappeared into the surrounding shadows in the blink of an eye.

At this point, the vast Aqueduct Ruins in Astrolabe Gate suddenly appeared empty.

Apart from Ronan and his group, no one else was present.

Wearing a magnificent crown, Ronan gently landed Astrolabe Gate. He lightly tapped his finger in the air before his eyes, and the patterns on the stone gate moved, fitting perfectly into their respective positions.

Finally, accompanied by a spatial fluctuation, the huge circular star disk opened from the center, revealing an entrance emitting a hazy white light.

"Walk."

The golden Itai, like swallows returning to their nests, jingled and disappeared beneath the sleeves of his robe.

Ronan stepped calmly into the circular portal.

Hathaway sniffed lightly, and quickly followed with her fifth-tier Water Element Guard.

Soon, only the Astronomy Society group remained in the room.

In the deathly silence, the five people, led by Ai Wen, stared blankly at the spot where Ronan and his companion had disappeared, their expressions still immersed in a deep sense of bewilderment and confusion.

Along the way, Spirit Lake Misha, whom they considered to be of "average strength" and who relied solely on her intelligence and background to compete with others, overpowered a nine-person wizard group led by three Level Five Wizards from the Wizard Heart Hall with her level four strength... The blazing and magnificent golden Torrent, the extremely dazzling and beautiful sword light. "It's been a long time since I've had such a realistic dream."

Inside the dark and gloomy ruined waterway, a murky, blackish-red fog seemed to be alive, darting about.

In a split second, a figure suddenly tumbled out of the smoke, staggering to the ground, revealing a pale and thin man with a sinister aura.

The man's mental state was chaotic, and his originally exquisite and beautiful black robe was mostly torn, making it look tattered.

One of his arms had vanished, as if severed by some terrifying force, yet no blood flowed. Instead, the wound revealed a crack resembling a metal sculpture, and some eerie golden power continued to burrow into the rest of his body like a leech, emitting a pungent, burnt stench of flesh and blood.

The man's aura had waned to a low point, and even the small gold ouroboros pendants on his earlobes appeared dull and lifeless, his former charm gone.

He gritted his teeth, took out several bottles of high-quality potions from his Space Ring with his only remaining hand, smashed them with a shake, and poured them all into his mouth along with the broken bottle fragments, chewing them noisily.

He then picked up a strange, flat, black staff with many curved branches, slammed it into the ground beneath his feet, quickly erecting a magical barrier. Only then did he take out a transparent crystal ball with a blood-red eye embedded inside and crush it in his hand.

"Buzz—"

A thick white fog billowed out, and within the fog, eerie, blood-stained eyeballs blinked incessantly before slowly disappearing.

The Gold Serpent Earring Man stood in the thick fog, the fog swirling around him like a tide, and his expression slowly returned to calm.

From his perspective, the space before him seemed to expand outwards with the spread of the mist, presenting a boundless sense of silence and ethereal beauty.

Before long, several black figures slowly emerged from the white mist, but their appearances were not clear, as most of them were obscured by the thick fog, and only their outlines could be discerned.

"Ulyian, you're injured."

A suppressed, deep voice came from the end of the white mist.

"Yes."

The pale-faced Gold Serpent Earring Man loosened his grip on his severed arm wound with his right hand and bowed slightly in the direction from which the voice came.

It's clear that he holds the other person in high esteem.

There, behind the flowing fog, sat a tall figure, imposing and majestic, seated on a huge black throne.

He was also the only one sitting among the figures appearing in this white mist.

"The Spirit Lake, the Deep Sea, Misha Tirions."

The Gold Serpent Earring Man gritted his teeth and read out the identities and names of the people one by one. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "They cut off one of my arms. I may be a little late in getting to the oasis."

A slight commotion arose from within the white mist.

More than four streams of mental energy swept over, landing on the injured areas of Ulyian's body and examining them closely.