Golden Dawn Blesses Spirit Lake

The terrifying energy pulse pierced through layers of void, almost grazing the chipmunk's scalp.

On the oasis's wilderness, the Magic Creature swept by the pulse energy vanished instantly, and the once bustling and surging Magic Creature tide was forcibly "plowed" into a bloody vacuum.

The chipmunk, its yellow fur tousled by the wind, was terrified by Ronan's attack. Its tiny paws clenched tightly, its eyes closed, and it screamed wildly.

Ronan showed no sign of triumph; instead, his brows furrowed slightly.

Because

This attack wasn't intentionally missed.

His mental energy locked onto the other person, and the other person's figure remained within his mental energy lock, without shifting even slightly.

The spell attack grazed the opponent's scalp without harming a single hair, which was incredibly strange.

It's as if some mysterious and invisible force is quietly influencing everything.

Just as Ronan was considering whether to cast another spell to verify his conjecture, the "frightened" chipmunk suddenly stopped screaming, its furry mouth opening and closing rapidly as it uttered a string of explanatory words.

"... I left behind this parable of revelation to tell you the truth."

I made you the target of public criticism so that I could see if you had the courage to stand against the overwhelming Torrent.

I'm sealing off your power so you'll understand the vicissitudes and unpredictability of fate.

The chipmunk's expression gradually turned serious. "No one can stay at the top forever. When you think you have everything under control, be careful, because that might be a trap."

It always does this: it loves to take away and shatter everything you have when you're at your most confident, plunging you into the abyss, then hiding on the sidelines, secretly laughing as it watches your bewildered and desperate state.

"So you say that?"

Ronan looked calmly at the little chipmunk in front of him. "Should I thank you for your guidance?"

The chipmunk shrugged, giving off a "What else? You're only just realizing it?" look.

Ronan couldn't help but frown, but the next moment he saw the little chipmunk suddenly take two short steps and jump quickly towards him, stepping on the air.

When that little body landed on Ronan.

"Buzz—"

Ronan's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Then his "Void Hole Magic Body" began to collapse naturally.

The purple light patterns that intertwined and adhered to his body like bloodline patterns peeled off piece by piece, shrinking into the depths of his consciousness like a ball of yarn being recycled.

The darkness on Ronan's skin slowly faded, revealing his true appearance, while the nebula-like, dazzling butterfly wings on his back rapidly thinned and dissipated.

"This trial was originally prepared just for you."

The little chipmunk landed on Ronan's shoulder, its eyes suddenly becoming wise and world-weary, and its voice becoming much softer.

It snapped its fingers lightly at Ronan.

"Clang--"

It rang in his ears in an instant, like the chimes of an old-fashioned grandfather clock swaying through a dark corridor at midnight, striking Ronan's soul in a flash.

Ronan froze, looking at the chipmunk in front of him with disbelief.

The sound of the bell seemed so familiar.

When he first stepped into the territory of the Destiny Empire, he also heard the same bell of destiny.

I'm so glad you passed all the tests.

The little chipmunk hopped in front of Ronan and gently cupped his face in its two paws.

The lingering nebulous glow on Ronan dissipated like mist, and he heard the ancient sound of the words "Pendulum of Fate" uttered by the chipmunk nearby—"Pendulum of Fate".

Finally, the furry little mouth gently pressed against Ronan's forehead.

"... will eventually possess their own golden dawn."

Ronan froze for a moment, and then a strange wave emanated from between him and the chipmunk.

Where the ripples passed, countless translucent gears of all sizes reappeared in the void.

But unlike before, these gears are now a dazzling golden yellow.

The gears gradually melted, eventually coalescing into a brilliant and beautiful golden glow that rapidly spread and radiated outwards.

At this moment, all the wizards in the arena were bathed in golden light. Their injuries healed at an incredible speed, and large patches of bright wildflowers quickly grew on the land that had been ravaged by the spells.

The Quivada Oasis, which had been eroded by the power of corruption for countless years, seemed to be reborn at this moment, shedding its dark and sticky color and becoming radiant with vitality.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and everyone's body and mind were baptized by a grand blessing.

They stared blankly as Ronan, bathed in the glow of the sunset, walked step by step toward the luminous little door in the sky where countless golden gears were turning, and finally disappeared completely into the little door.

I only realized it then.

This trial, themed around "destiny," has finally come to an end.

—The new prophet finally found the person she was looking for.

That person, with a level four physique, mastered two forbidden spells of the True Meaning level, and defeated all opponents who tried to block his way.

And the vast majority of them

It seems they don't even know what that person's name is.

Hathaway sat quietly amidst a field of blooming flowers, gazing intently at the direction of the small door that was slowly closing and disappearing in the sky. She had returned to the appearance of a sixteen-year-old girl.

At this moment, she looked absolutely stunning.

At the edge of a quiet, silent crowd, a woman with green braids and wearing Black Moon robe stared blankly at the scene.

She was the tiny cog that set everything in motion, witnessing the entire process from the sidelines where no one was watching.

The woman with the green braid trembled slightly, her expression bewildered yet filled with an indescribable excitement.

She recalled the selection process when she first entered Spirit Lake.

That person was as dazzling as the sun at the time, even overshadowing the brilliance of Juventus, but he was soon reduced to dust by the cold stares of the crowd.

Now.

That person finally returned to the place where he should have been standing.

Ancient Waterway, within the dark and damp Aqueduct Ruins.

A group of young wizards dressed in the Deep Sea robes, supporting each other, walked in a disheveled and hurried manner, led by a boy, like a group of frightened little beasts who could not live in fear all day long.

Even the slightest strange noise coming from the surrounding darkness would trigger a tense and helpless reaction from them.

The young man at the head of the group had a face so dark it looked like it was about to drip water. He also looked rather disheveled, his former glory gone. Every few steps, he seemed to be muttering something under his breath.

Suddenly, at some point.

Suddenly, clusters of golden light emanated from the group, accompanied by countless strange raindrops of light falling from the sky.

It was as if invisible spirits were playing beautiful songs on harps in the air, and the moving melodies and golden rain of light washed over everyone's body and soul like a clear spring.

Pain, fear, confusion... all quickly dissipated under this mysterious power.

A long-lost radiance returned to everyone's face.

"The power of blessing..."

Someone exclaimed in surprise, so excited that they were almost incoherent. "It's a blessing from the New Prophet! The prophet is watching over us!"

"Misha!"

Everyone was overjoyed and turned their attention to one person.

The young man leading the group, with his beautiful blue-gold gradient short hair, was also beaming with pride. He smiled and was about to say something.

At that moment, an inexplicable revelation suddenly descended.

"We have won this trial."

"They won in the final selection."

The boy stood there, stunned, his lips trembling slightly. "Therefore, the prophet bestowed blessings upon the Spirit Lake and the Deep Sea."

Those who achieve final victory in the trial come from the Deep Sea, and the only other Deep Sea wizards who participated in this trial are them.

Once they understood this, the joy of the entire team vanished.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, speechless.

The boy in the lead seemed to have been struck by lightning, and slowly knelt down on the spot. Ignoring the dampness and filth of the ground, he lay on the ground with a pained expression, his hands digging deep into his hair.

"Impossible! How could this be?"

"The prophet must have made a mistake..."

"It must be..."

The exit of the secret space opened from the inside, and two Spirit Lake Wizards dressed in light-colored robes walked out chatting and laughing.

They were talking about the delicious food at the banquet they had attended the previous night, as well as all sorts of amusing anecdotes.

Suddenly, a fine rain of golden light showered down around the two of them, accompanied by a dreamlike and beautiful melody. The two Spirit Lake Wizards stopped in their tracks, momentarily stunned.

Half a breath later, the two suddenly came to their senses, looked at each other, and rushed towards the entrance behind them almost simultaneously.

"Call--"

Upon re-entering the Spirit Lake Secret Realm, the two wizards were utterly stunned by what they saw.

Above the vast Spirit Lake, the Black Moon, flames, and the Three Towers of the Deep Sea all appeared.

Golden light filled the entire Spirit Lake space, and countless raindrops of light fell, transforming the vast Spirit Lake into what seemed like a fairy's dreamland from legend.

Countless Spirit Lake wizards flew out from beneath the lake upon hearing the news, almost all of them bathed in a mysterious light that cleansed their bodies and minds.

Among them, the wizards of the Deep Sea lineage have the most intense radiance and receive the strongest blessing power that cleanses their body and mind.

In a very short time, the entire Spirit Lake was filled with grand jubilation and joy.

An amazing piece of good news spread like wildfire throughout the Spirit Lake —the trial initiated by the New Prophet, which was said to concern the fate of the entire empire, had ended in victory for the wizards of their Spirit Lake Deep Sea School!

Spirit Lake! Deep Sea!

So, to whom did this immense honor ultimately fall?

Who exactly led their elite talents from Spirit Lake to overshadow countless other wizards and ultimately ascend to the throne of first place in the trial?

Amidst the jubilation, a dignified middle-aged wizard, dressed in magnificent robes and meticulously groomed with every hair and beard in perfect order, suddenly changed his expression. He then rushed into the depths of the Spirit Lake without a second thought, traversing the Crystal Passage before finally stopping in front of an ordinary little door with a brass lock.

Valentine stood in front of the door, his expression shifting rapidly, looking as if he wanted to reach out and knock to verify something, but dared not.

Just as he was struggling with his decision, the small door with the brass lock creaked open from the inside.

The person inside, holding a large, snow-white cat, seemed to have anticipated his arrival. As soon as the door opened, he raised a boot at him and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Valentine stared in disbelief at the thin, middle-aged wizard bathed in endless golden light, who looked at least thirty years younger and resembled a beaver.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only muttered a curse, "It's... damn it."