True Intent, Secret Chrysalis (1)
It seems we all misjudged the situation.
Above the Spirit Lake, in a location imperceptible to anyone, three gray-robed figures looked down upon everything below.
"The water in the Wisdom Pool has become much clearer."
The gray-robed man at the head of the group sighed softly. Although it was good news, there seemed to be little joy in his voice.
He turned around, his gaze falling on one of the gray-robed men wearing the Deep Sea insignia, and said softly, "You don't seem too surprised?"
The latter remained silent for a while before slowly speaking, "Many things are foreshadowed before they happen, but we just ignore them."
The gray-robed man at the head of the group showed a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, and finally nodded, "You're right, we've all been misled by common sense."
But by this time, many rules are no longer applicable.
At this moment, the third gray-robed man, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up, "You should already know about the news from the Life Royal Court, right?"
The two looked up, and the atmosphere among the three seemed to Stasis slightly with a sense of oppression following those words.
What should we do?
The third man in the gray robe asked another question.
After a long silence, the gray-robed man at the head finally spoke.
"Let's wait and see... until we have a clearer picture of the situation before making a decision."
What if we still can't see it clearly?
"Then follow in the footsteps of those who can see clearly."
After speaking, the gray-robed leader raised his hand, and the gray wooden staff in his hand fell down, producing thick fog that quickly covered the figures of the three.
Ronan sat alone in a quiet, old-fashioned room.
The room was fairly clean, and the interior decoration had a classical beauty. He saw decorative patterns unique to the Keldim Empire on the peeling paint walls and immediately realized where he was.
—Probably some relatively well-preserved corner within the ruins of the fallen Keldim Empire.
The chipmunk he had identified as the New Prophet vanished without a trace after leading him through the golden portal.
There was a small door directly opposite Ronan; opening it might allow him to leave the room, but he wasn't planning on doing so at the moment.
He needs to sort himself out first.
The New Prophet's unexplained disappearance was probably a deliberate attempt to leave him some private space.
Ronan examined himself and couldn't help but frown slightly.
Logically, everything should be over, but the sealing power composed of the golden gear and the Stone of Destiny still exists on his body, firmly sealing Ronan's physical body and preventing him from activating the power of [Ascetic Body Forging].
This feeling isn't very pleasant.
It's like someone who's used to walking on two legs suddenly losing a strong, powerful thigh. Although they can still run and walk, there's always a feeling of discomfort, maladjustment, and disharmony.
"I need to get that guy to break the seal on me."
Ronan pondered this, then checked his Character Panel.
Battles have always been the best source of nourishment for his growth. In the final stage, when he was "tricked by fate," he fought a series of battles, doing his utmost. The proficiency of some of the spells and skills he used on the panel all improved.
The improvement in the [Golden Fire] system should be the greatest, with all five spell proficiency levels already above 1,000 points at the Master Level, and the highest even about to break through 1,500 points.
Deeper insights into magic occasionally surfaced, but Ronan didn't have time to process and organize them.
Ronan's Grandmaster levels for both [Instinctive Grip] and Forbidden Black Hole jumped several points, but his focus was more on Secret Chrysalis.
[Magic Transformation - Void Hole Butterfly] is only available when [Secret Chrysalis] is activated. This arcane art is a derivative skill of [Secret Chrysalis] and has no proficiency level. However, after [Secret Chrysalis] is activated, a progress bar with a current percentage of 1% appears.
Ronan's eyes brightened slightly.
It seems the [Secret Chrysalis] might have a second stage of evolution?!
Incredible.
Its current power is already formidable enough, but it seems this is not the end.
It can only be said that this is truly a legacy left behind by the legendary wizard Helamus!
Ronan carefully examined the [Secret Chrysalis] Light Chrysalis in his mind.
On the pure black cocoon surface, numerous purple patterns are densely interwoven, looking somewhat similar to the [Law Control] runes.
Once activated, the entire Light Chrysalis will open up, spreading throughout the body like additional meridians and a spider web.
This form of blessing was something Ronan had never seen before; it was incredible, like the process of enchanting a magical artifact with runes.
Even more incredible is that this "enchantment" can be "opened and closed at will." When it is opened, it is a body woven from rules; when it is closed, it is just an ordinary-looking Light Chrysalis.
Ronan gently rubbed the spatial magic ring between his fingers, his eyes sparkling with curiosity about what kind of "Magic Transformation" Juventus, who had also practiced this secret technique, had obtained.
"Will the True Meaning level he obtains also be a True Meaning level offensive method?"
The biggest gain Ronan made from this "Stone of Destiny" trial was probably his comprehension of two "True Meaning" level spells.
One is the [[Demon God Dead Sea Grief Cry]] in the "Ancient Demon God Body" state.
The other is the [Void Hole Butterfly] under the Magic Transformation.
Both methods truly touched upon the application of the "power of rules," but unfortunately, the former is currently sealed.
As Ronan's opponents gradually reached the elite level of Level Five Wizard, ordinary Forbidden Law Domain- level spells could no longer be used as trump cards.
Just as Alazan said, the training of Dawn Rank wizard is all about "authority".
The battle between Dawn Rank wizards is actually a contest of "authority" against "authority".
Ronan's strength was already five levels lower, so the only way to win the battle was to overwhelm him at the "authority" level.
The "power of rules" is the most direct way to measure the level of "authority".
"Comprehending the true meaning of magic and mastering the power of rules is a realm that completely transcends ordinary forbidden magic."
It should also fall under the category of Grandmaster- level proficiency, but I don't know at what point within the Grandmaster- level proficiency level it's stuck at.
Ronan, carefully taking stock of his cards.
In addition to the two mentioned earlier, the [Scarlet Ice] left behind by the Ancient Frost Hydra Hecalto should also be considered as a "True Meaning Level" spell, as should the [Eclipse Moment enhanced by the double [Law Control].
It's hard to imagine that a top genius like Sarlange, a member of Super Large wizarding force, whose strength has already reached the late stage of level five and is about to break through to level six, also possesses an ancient heritage but is still lingering outside the gate of rules, unable to enter.
Ronan, however, already possessed four different "True Meaning Level" magical techniques.
If this were to get out, it would probably shock a whole bunch of level 5 or even Level Six Wizard.
"Unfortunately, the Scarlet Ice cannot be touched, the Dead Sea is sealed, and the [Law Control] armlet cannot be easily revealed to outsiders."
What I can truly rely on is only the 'Void Hole Magic Body' that I have just comprehended.
But it's better than having none at all.
Ronan let out a soft breath, slowly stood up from the floor of the room, and then walked towards the small door in front of him.
It's time to have a serious talk with that charlatan prophet who inexplicably claimed to have chosen him long ago.
The small door wasn't locked, Ronan pushed it gently, opening it easily with a creak.
Upon opening the door, Ronan immediately saw the "New Prophet" standing on a small round oak table.
Now she had transformed into a black and white raccoon, wearing a pair of beautiful Crystal Glasses on her nose, and was looking at me with a grin.
"You've arrived."
The adorable raccoon wearing Crystal Glasses greeted Ronan as if he were its owner, inviting him to sit down. With a wave of its furry little hand, a delicate porcelain tea set flew over from the side and landed lightly on the oak table.
"I thought you'd need more time."
Ronan glanced around, didn't sit down, but stared intently at the raccoon in front of him, and calmly said, "So, may I now formally ask you my question?"