Now, Do You See? The Wheel of Fate Turns

Ronan kept his handshake with Hathaway, squinting as he stared in the direction from which the sound of something cutting through the air came.

He saw a glimmer of black light.

It was the light of a magical arrow.

At first it was quite ordinary, but it grew brighter and brighter, like a snowball rolling downhill, with its power fluctuations rapidly increasing in the air.

In a very short period of time, it broke through the level five category.

Ronan frowned, stopped the action halfway through, released Hathaway's hand, and quickly took to the air.

[Star Force Field] burst forth from his body, and Ronan drew out his hands and fingers in front of him, his fingertips tracing beautiful deep silver trails in the air.

The trajectory opened rapidly, like a silver pocket with its zipper pulled open, swallowing the black arrow whole.

But in the next instant, black light burst forth from the void on the other side, [Penetration] Ronan's body in a flash.

"Bang!"

Dozens of figures, Ronan shimmering with silver light, emerged from the epicenter of the explosion and shot out in all directions the instant the black light [Penetration].

However, the terrifying magical arrows seemed to know which one was Ronan's true form, relentlessly pursuing one of the figures and constantly closing the distance between them.

Ronan frowned.

His secret technique, "Mirror Flower Water Moon," which combines the "Space Mirror Art" and the "Mirror Soul" spell, was so powerful that even Thomas was at the late stage of level five, was briefly confused by it. This magical arrow that flew in from who-knows-where was completely unaffected.

He has reason to believe that the so-called "New Prophet" is behind this.

"Outraged and ashamed."

Ronan recalled the chaotic scene of sand and gravel bouncing around on the ground when he transferred the ring's energy to Hathaway, and couldn't help but chuckle. "Can't I even stop playing around?"

He shook his head, deciding not to look at the arrow light flying from behind him again, and instead sped away in the direction from which the spell arrow light had come.

A sharp glint flashed in Ronan's eyes.

He wanted to see who had shot that arrow.

Under the dappled sky, a man and an arrow streaked across the sky like fleeting shadows.

In just a few breaths, he saw a figure facing his direction in the distance.

He was also holding a large bow, a magical artifact formed from countless vines, which was clearly the source of the magical arrow that attacked Ronan.

When Ronan saw the person's face clearly, he was taken aback.

The woman holding the longbow had a head full of emerald green hair tied into countless small braids and was wearing the signature robe of the Spirit Lake Black Moon Faction.

Ronan knew this woman.

He participated in the selection to enter the Spirit Lake with her, and his soul aptitude was as high as eight stars. Later, when they were trying to become Level Four Wizard in the Silent Corridor, they met twice more.

It was her?!

Ronan blinked, noticing that the mental energy fluctuations emanating from the green-braided woman had reached the Mid Level Four.

He sighed inwardly, thinking how impressive it was that someone with an eight-star soul aptitude had crossed another threshold in such a short time.

The woman with the green braid was clearly a little bewildered that her casually fired arrow had resulted in Ronan being "blasted" out.

She stood there, motionless, watching Ronan charge straight toward her.

Surrounded by Star Force Field, Ronan was like a blazing meteor, violently and ruthlessly smashing through the woman's Spiritual Force Field, and it looked like he was about to collide with her face to face.

Ronan's body twisted strangely.

Under the magical pull of the Star Force Field, the magical arrow that had been following Ronan closely, almost reaching his back, was caught off guard and passed straight through his "body," heading directly towards the green-braided woman.

Under the terrifying arrow of magic with power reaching the fifth level, the green-braided woman's eyes widened, seemingly never expecting that the arrow she had shot would actually change direction and shoot back.

Moreover, its power has expanded to such an absurd degree.

Ronan watched this scene with cold indifference.

He wanted to see how that cowardly "New Prophet" would handle things after using someone else to launch this disruptive attack against him.

The green-braided woman was forced to retreat under the terrifying power of the magic arrow, and was about to be pierced through by it when suddenly...

A pale, slender hand suddenly emerged from the void behind the woman, passing through the gap between her shoulder and neck, its five fingers curled and extended, gently blocking the magical arrow.

The terrifying arrow light became as docile as a lamb under the sudden appearance of that hand, and then shattered like crystal.

Ronan narrowed his eyes slightly and saw transparent ripples spreading out behind the green-braided woman. Accompanied by a husky yet slightly magnetic young man's voice, a figure slowly emerged from within.

Don't mind it.

The person who appeared was tall and thin, with a slight hunchback. He wore a magnificent Black Moon robe, and two strands of snow-white hair fell from his temples. He wore an ordinary amethyst mask, and the edges of the mask showed some marks that looked as if they had been burned by flames.

"On the one hand, she shot that arrow at you under the guidance of a prophet."

The man in the amethyst mask stood behind the woman with green braids. Even with his slightly hunched back, he was almost a head taller than her.

His hand was still in the position of passing through the gap between the green-braided woman's shoulder and neck, looking like an intimate arm around the neck between lovers. However, the green-braided woman, who was "embraced" in his arms, looked pale, and her expression was tense with a hint of fear.

"Oh, right."

The man in the amethyst mask looked at Ronan with gentle eyes and said softly, "I forgot to introduce myself... My name is Casimodo."

Casimodo... Son of Black Moon

Ronan nodded thoughtfully. "Then..."

What about the other side you didn't finish telling me?

Beneath Casimodo's amethyst mask, his thin, blade-like lips curved slightly upwards as he chuckled and said, "On the other hand, I also want to see what kind of person will be able to replace Misha in the Deep Sea, hmm?!"

Before Casimodo could utter his last word, he sensed the invisible force field surrounding Ronan rapidly expanding. Ronan's robes billowed and billowed, and his intense spiritual power soared like oil being poured onto a hot flame, instantly breaking through the fourth level and entering the fifth level, finally approaching the mid-stage of the fifth level.

A dazzling golden light shone in the void, like a golden Torrent surging forth, with the Song of Fire Gold resounding within Torrent.

Countless golden fragments, like shattered musical notes, clattered and combined to form a gigantic wing-like blade. The blade emitted a golden halo, and countless asphalt-like golden flames flowed down, amidst a dazzling, dreamlike waterfall of light.

The blade flashed, carrying a dense aura of Forbidden Law Domain, instantly filling all his pupils!

"Boom!"

The sky was filled with gold, and countless arcs of lightning flashed along with the flames.

The woman with the green braid stood frozen in mid-air, her face deathly pale, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Just a moment ago, she was completely engulfed by the golden light of the blade. Although not a single hair on her body was harmed, the terrifying shock, as if she were facing a tsunami, almost destroyed and crushed her consciousness.

The green-braided woman slowly raised her head with difficulty and saw Ronan wearing Crystal Crown, his robes fluttering, surrounded by a dazzling golden force field. He was like a blazing, fiery star, distorting the void, powerful, hot, and scorching, radiating a light that was hard to look at. He looked at a certain spot behind her and spoke expressionlessly.

"Now, do you see?"

The woman with the green braid turned around abruptly and finally spotted Casimodo several miles away.

Casimodo, whom she once revered like a god, now looked as disheveled as if he had just escaped a terrible calamity.

His magnificent Black Moon robes were now tattered, his body took on a semi-illusory elemental form, his back seemed to be hunched even more, and he was breathing heavily. Even with the amethyst mask covering him, he could not hide the extremely shocked and ugly expression on his face.

That young man who started his training with him, even with himself in between, almost severely injured Casimodo, a Level Five Wizard of the Son of Black Moon?!

Realizing this, the green-braided woman felt a momentary dizziness, almost forgetting where she was at that moment.

Ronan breathed evenly, with Itai flowing around him like a river. He closed his eyes and seemed to hear the crisp sound of gold burning like firewood in the flames, as well as the ever-present Song of Fire Gold. He seemed to perceive a deeper level of change in gold and fire.

His dissatisfaction with the "New Prophet" dissipated considerably with the blow he delivered to Casimodo, leaving him feeling much more at ease.

A slight burning sensation came from my wrist.

Ronan raised his hand and saw that the Ring Mark on his wrist, which he had just erased, was being rapidly filled in.

He paused for a moment, and only after discovering that the source of the mysterious power filling the Ring Mark came from Casimodo in the distance did he realize something, and his eyes slowly became complicated.

Soon, the Ring Mark on Ronan's wrist was completely filled.

After being filled, the bright red ring turned into a beautiful gold color, and then raised bumps appeared on the smooth surface of the ring, eventually forming an exquisite golden gear shape.

At the same time, countless large and small translucent gear shadows appeared in the void, densely stretching and almost filling the entire sky of the Quivada Oasis.

With the gear on Ronan's wrist turning

"Click-click-click—"

The tightly meshed gears began to turn one by one, and an invisible wave quickly spread outwards.

Ronan followed the trajectory of the turning gears, his gaze rising until it landed on a high point in the sky, where he watched as a gray portal creaked open under the push of countless gears.

Ronan stared at the crack in the gray light door, as if he could catch a pair of cunning eyes through the black crack.

Before he could take a closer look, a fist-sized gray stone flew out from the crack in the door and landed right in his palm.

Ronan was caught off guard, watching as the gray stone seemed to breathe life in his hand, and then his own outline slowly emerged from its surface.

"Although I don't know what the prophet saw in you?"

Casimodo slowly walked from a distance, coughing as he approached.

On his naturally hanging right hand, there was also a gear mark, but unlike Ronan's gold, his was bright red.

Casimodo raised his head, his slightly hunched back slowly straightened, and his tattered robe gradually healed, becoming magnificent and brand new again.

One after another, figures dressed in Black Moon robes quickly appeared around him, guarding him like protectors.

Casimodo's eyes, hidden behind his amethyst mask, gleamed as he looked at Ronan. In a tone that was hard to decipher—whether it was jealousy, sympathy, or pity—he slowly said, "You are both lucky and unlucky... to have been the first one chosen by the Stone of Destiny."

As Casimodo finished speaking, Ronan suddenly felt a burning pain in his hand, and a force pulled his right hand, which was gripping the gray stone, high into the air.

On his right wrist, the golden gear mark began to spin rapidly, causing countless gears in the void to spin at an accelerated pace as well.

As countless gears turned, mysterious fluctuations spread outwards in waves.

In an instant, countless shouts seemed to echo across the vast wilderness before them.

Ronan saw black dots belonging to Magic Creature appear on the horizon, surging towards him like a tide, along with rapidly rising spiritual energy, and the figures of wizards clad in various colored robes.

An invisible and immense force enveloped Ronan, as if he were being locked onto by countless watchful eyes.

This invisible pressure was many times heavier than a tsunami, making it almost impossible for Ronan to breathe, as if it were about to crush him completely.

"The Stone of Destiny."

Ronan stared at the rapidly spinning golden gear on the back of his hand, and at the mysterious gray stone in his hand that was becoming more and more like himself, and couldn't help but mutter, "So... this is forcibly putting me into the third stage of the trial?"

As if in response to Ronan's question.

In the sky, a line of small golden characters quietly appeared. "Prove that you can truly grasp it before trying to get rid of it."

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