Primordial Dark Star, Dead Sea, and Melody

Ronan was quite impressed with this spell.

When it was used by Sarlange, Ronan felt an unusual sense of antiquity and weight.

Indeed, it was a dark Undead Magic, but it did not feel sinister or dangerous. Instead, it gave Ronan a sense of grandeur and magnificence.

"Sensing the Primordial Dark Star, I Lord of Corpse Accumulation through my will, and construct the Corpse Accumulation Court."

Ronan looked at the bone fragment in his hand and felt incredulous. "It's actually an ancient-level Spell Inheritance."

Or, to be more precise, it is part of an ancient-level Spell Inheritance.

[Sagadi Corpse Accumulation Court], full name is [The [Nether Demon Twelve Palaces] - Sagadi Corpse Accumulation Court].

Judging from the name, there may be eleven other lineages similar to the "Sagadi Corpse Accumulation Court".

"Is it a legacy of the Wizard Heart Hall, or did Sarlange obtain it through the channels of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society?"

Ronan pondered, when at that moment, Alazan in the Consciousness Space let out a low sigh.

"It's actually the legacy of the Death Omen Star. I never expected that there would still be some left in the world."

"Death Omen Star?!"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. "You know about this lineage?"

He didn't hide the acquisition of the bone fragments from Alazan, but he never expected that Alazan knew the origin of this lineage.

"The Death Omen Star was the most active and powerful Black Robe Wizard organization in the ancient times... Oh, back then, there was no distinction between black robes, white robes, and gray robes in the Wizard World."

Alazan spoke softly, "It is said that Death Omen Star was founded by twelve Supreme Level 9 Wizards. Each of them possesses a top-tier inheritance in either the Darkness-Type or Undead Arts. If all twelve inheritances are gathered, the legendary Gate of Immortality will be opened."

"It seems that every similar ancient legend sounds pretty much the same."

Ronan said casually.

Alazan noncommittal, then continued, "In ancient times, there were many wizarding organizations like the Death Omen Star. Back then, wizards were not divided according to the spells they learned; wizards from different schools came together because of the same ideals and pursuits."

At that time, gods had not completely disappeared, the era of wizards had just begun, and even the elements had only recently been mastered by wizards.

Spells and runes as dazzling as fireworks, wisdom more brilliant than gemstones, collide with each other.

Countless great figures, like stars in the sky, shine brightly in the wild and ignorant night.

"Death Omen Star, Schubert's Utopia, White Sanctuary."

As Alazan spoke, he seemed to be filled with boundless longing.

Ronan, however, caught the word "Schubert" in Alazan's words. His eyes flickered slightly, but his face remained expressionless.

Alazan's words confirmed that the Schubert originated from the Primordial Era. If we count them, with the Death Omen Star, the Golden Country, the spatial inheritance of the Minotaur, Spirit Heart Amber, he now possesses an astonishing four Primordial-level Spell Inheritance!

Although it's not incomplete or not fully unlocked, it's still enough to make ordinary wizards green with envy.

"Death Omen Star"

Ronan listened to Alazan's detailed account, he silently recited the name of the Death Omen Star and slowly clenched the bone fragment in his hand.

One month later.

Mist Space.

Ronan sat quietly cross-legged in a field of newly sprouted irises, his eyes closed, his posture as serene and peaceful as a sculpture.

A faint glow shone through his robes, spreading around him and forming a thin halo that rhythmically pulsed, causing the surrounding flowers and plants to sway gently.

At one moment, Ronan's demeanor suddenly became obscure and profound.

Even the aura around him quickly turned from white to dark, and a desolate, cold, and deathly aura emanated from his body. The flower field around him immediately withered and died at a visible speed, circle by circle.

A tiny figure, no bigger than a palm, flew rapidly from a distance and stopped a few dozen meters away from Ronan. Looking at the vast fields of dead flowers, it stamped its feet anxiously, but dared not approach. It could only pout and watch helplessly as Ronan woke up from his meditation as soon as possible.

Unbeknownst to him, the area within a twenty-meter radius around Ronan had become an absolute dead zone.

Ronan was shrouded in a thick black aura of death, making his figure almost invisible.

Silently, Ronan opened his tightly closed eyes.

At this moment, his eyes appeared as a dull, white gray, with no trace of pupil color. Instead, there were strange black spots scattered in his eyeballs, like rotten, decaying mold.

"Hiss--"

The dense, deathly aura slowly flowed towards the center like a tide, the blackness receded, and Ronan's eyes gradually returned to their original clear, azure blue.

When the last trace of dark spots had completely disappeared from his eyes, Ronan let out a soft breath and slowly stood up from the flower field.

Ronan savored the process of practicing the [Sagadi Corpse Accumulation Court], and some inexplicable insights kept welling up in his mind.

The training of this spell went exceptionally smoothly, to the point that even Ronan himself found it unbelievable.

It's not related to his current nine-star soul aptitude and extraordinary comprehension, but rather that this inheritance is also closely and inextricably linked to the ancient stars.

"Primordial Dark Star."

Ronan's eyes flickered. He had only learned from the inheritance of the [[Nether Demon Twelve Palaces]] that the ancient stars also had a distinction between light and darkness.

Most wizards who practice astrological magic draw power from the bright side, but the [[Nether Demon Twelve Palaces]] lineage takes a different approach, drawing power from the Primordial Dark Star.

This also explains the origin of the organization's name, "Death Omen Star".

The first step in practicing the [Sagadi Corpse Accumulation Court] is to sense the existence of the Primordial Dark Star in the starry sky that represents "Sagadi".

With the [Sense Stars] skill derived from the Master Level [Primordial Star Meditation Technique], Ronan accomplished this step very easily.

Just as Rona, Level Five Wizard from the south, once told him, the stars have always been the best teachers for wizards, especially in the ancient times at the beginning of civilization.

However, contrary to Ronan's expectations, the so-called "Sagadi Corpse Accumulation Court" does not refer to a single Primordial Dark Star, but rather a star cluster, a vast and completely desolate star field!

Ronan is still on the edge of this star field and has not yet fully approached it, but the death energy he senses is already so powerful that even his [Innocent Body] can hardly withstand it.

"Only by constructing our own Corpse Accumulation Court can we perfectly utilize and control this power without suffering any backlash."

This is the second step in the inheritance of the [Sagadi Corpse Accumulation Court], and a crucial step in formally entering the sect.

However, this step requires a large number of corpses as materials, which Ronan does not currently have.

"The more powerful the corpses that construct the Corpse Court, the stronger the will of the Lord of Corpse Accumulation summoned will be, and the more Primordial Dark Star power they can draw upon and control."

"Call--"

Ronan exhaled softly. He had always been in the gray-robed camp, which could not be called righteous, but it was by no means evil either.

He couldn't bring himself to indiscriminately slaughter other wizards to obtain their corpses for use as materials in his magical practice.

"I wonder if the corpse of the [Abyss Demon] can be used?"

Or perhaps, the wizards of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society, those madmen who think about destroying the world and purging it every day, or even someone like Sarlange who isn't even a true human, Ronan wouldn't feel any psychological burden killing them.

"Let's wait for an opportunity."

Ronan temporarily put aside the thoughts in his mind.

It was precisely because he had personally practiced it that Ronan felt the power of this inheritance. In his opinion, the complete [[Nether Demon Twelve Palaces]] inheritance should far surpass the [Golden Country].

After all, it embodies the wisdom of the entire Death Omen Star Wizarding Organization.

"Sarlange probably didn't put too much effort into this spell. Otherwise, even if it was just the basics, once the Corpse Accumulation Court was completed, with his late-stage level 5 power and the support of the Inheritance Magic Array, its power shouldn't be only as much as it was during the Stone of Destiny Trial."

This is not surprising. As a member of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society and a half-human, half- [Abyss Demon], Sarlange believes that the Mother of Fear and Lies is the most powerful being. Why would he devote his energy to the Spell Inheritance?

Moreover, he has multiple identities and cultivates multiple techniques simultaneously. The fact that he can disguise himself to this extent is already quite remarkable.

"I wonder if killing Sarlange will attract the attention of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society again."

Ronan was unaware of the methods of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society and could only hope that the Prophet Eve had already taken care of the cleanup for him.

She guided her to discover the truth about Sarlange, so there was no reason for her to abandon her again. She had repeatedly emphasized that she still had a long way to go before she was fully grown up, and now was not the time to be completely exposed to the public eye.

Thinking of this, Ronan couldn't help but recall the prophecy he had seen in the firelight of the Prophet Eve's fireplace.

Ronan frowned slightly, his expression somewhat complicated.

With a thought, he summoned several bottles of potion, dispersed them with his spiritual power, and then evenly sprinkled the liquid on a flower field around him that had been corroded and withered by death energy.

Soon, the parched soil regained its luster, and the vitality of plants and trees reappeared.

Arrietty, who was watching her longingly from afar, managed to suppress the urge to burst into tears.

Arrietty valued every blade of grass and every tree in this Mist Space more than her own life.

Carefully stepping out of the flower field, Ronan stopped at the lakeside, which was separated from the Saint Blood Tree by a lake.

He took a deep breath and quietly entered the state of "Ancient Demon God Body". "Crack crack crack -" his body swelled up until it reached a height of more than three meters before finally stopping.

A vast, illusory sea of blood appeared beneath Ronan's feet, forming a stark contrast to the small lake before him.

Dark Red Threads energy, formed from concentrated Spirit Force, danced lightly around Ronan's blood-red hair, their coming together and dispersing resembling the legendary flowers of the other shore.

Ronan squinted and slowly raised his right hand.

With his bloodstained palm facing the small lake in front of him, he exerted a little force.

"Waaah—"

The life energy within the body had long since condensed from the white sphere of light into a milky white liquid, its mass naturally increasing more than tenfold, like a compressed lake of vitality.

The Blue Snail, "soaked" in the water, emit a sound like the roar of the ocean waves. On the surface of the Blue Snail, there are dense spirals that wrap around thirteen times, forming a complex maze-like pattern.

Accompanied by the hum of the [Spiral Palace], the Dark Red Threads of Spirit Force twisted between Ronan's five fingers, and countless vein-like veins naturally emanating from his body extended outwards. The air trembled, the Dead Sea rippled slightly, and a series of faint, ethereal sounds echoed in the void.

The calm lake in front of us began to tremble, with countless water droplets leaping out of the water and bouncing rapidly on the surface like marbles.

Ronan's eyes flashed with a blood-red light as he activated [The [Demon God Dead Sea Grief Cry]].

In an instant, the sea of blood surged, and countless Dark Red Threads bloomed out from Ronan's feet like flowers in full bloom.

The ethereal sound that seemed to exist in the air suddenly became incredibly loud, transforming into countless cries of weeping and lamentation that shook the entire Mist Space.

"Splash splash splash—"

The turbulent lake was almost completely turned upside down by Ronan's power, with large amounts of water rising into the air and then crashing down in a torrential downpour.

At this moment, Ronan had already calmed down completely. Both the sea of blood and the Dark Red Threads were docilely surrounding him, and the crying and wailing sounds had disappeared.

After the transformation into the "Innocent Body," Ronan's control over the Power of the Dead Sea also reached a new level.

During this month, Ronan spent his time studying the legacy of the [Sagadi Corpse Accumulation Court] and familiarizing himself with the power of the newly acquired [Innocent Body].

During this process, he made an unexpected discovery—

"The Power of the Dead Sea seems to have a very close connection with music."

Or you could say that sound is one of the keys to unlocking the Power of the Dead Sea.

"The comprehension of the secret technique 'The [Demon God Dead Sea Grief Cry]' was not accidental, but inevitable."

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he thought to himself, "Perhaps I should consider going into the Echoes of the Past Silent Corridor again sometime."

Spellcasting relies on the resonance between mental power and energy particles, but as their strength increases, many wizards may have long forgotten that when they were learning their first spell, hand gestures and spell incantations were two extremely important auxiliary means.

"The older the tradition, the more emphasis it places on the accuracy of spell pronunciation. This layer of the Crimson Dead Sea's power is activated through sound. Although it's somewhat unexpected, it's not surprising upon closer inspection."

Ronan subconsciously took out two Rune Stones, one of which was the incomplete core sound-based rune of the level 5 Ancient Echo Spirit that he had obtained from the Silent Corridor.

The other one is the [Doomsday Sound] rune from the Comb-boned Demon Snail.

Previously, due to his limited time and energy, he hadn't done much research on it, and instead directly handed it over to Aihaxia, hoping to combine these two sound-based runes with [Ghost Arrow].

Upon closer examination, he gained many new insights and inspirations, which were helpful in figuring out how to mobilize the Power of the Dead Sea.

"Um?!"

Ronan gazed at the small lake where the rain was pouring down, then his expression shifted slightly. He casually summoned a pocket watch-shaped communication device, glanced at it as if checking the time, and then stepped out of the Mist Space.

When Ronan reappeared, he was in a dark and damp cave.

His spiritual power surged forth, forcefully pushing aside the boulder blocking the cave and dismantling the Rune Array he had hastily set up. Ronan sped all the way back to the Glow Mist City.

When he put on the Dawn Mask again and descended to the location told to him by the wizard A Ni in the form of the Golden Dawn, he saw Serena already waiting there in the distance.

After several months apart, Serena seemed to have become much thinner, and her eyes had become colder and more indifferent.

"Your Majesty did not see the note I left for you?"

Serena didn't hold back and immediately began questioning him, even abandoning her usual respectful address to Ronan.

"I saw it."

"Why don't you come when you see this?"

"I'm tied up with something."

"What's up?"

Ronan frowned slightly, his tone turning cold as he said, "I don't need to explain that to you."

"Hiss--"

Serena took a deep breath, seemingly trying to suppress the anger that was about to erupt within her.

Ronan looked at her indifferently, and after a moment, Serena spoke again.

"The location and time for the Holy Grail Proof have been determined, and the Council of Elders hopes that we will set off immediately."

I have come specifically to inform Your Majesty, and I hope Your Majesty...

Serena looked Ronan straight in the eye and said, word by word, "This time, please make sure nothing else happens."

"The materials you need— the Spirit Shaping Liquid and the Spirit Shaping Array —will be prepared for you as soon as we arrive at the location of the Holy Grail Proof Trial."

After saying that, Serena turned around and left without saying goodbye.

Ronan watched Serena's departing figure, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes beneath the Dawn Mask.

"I didn't accompany her to the rally this time, and now I've lost Fomingge, who was originally there to maintain appearances."

"This woman seems to have suffered quite a bit of injustice at the rally."

He could sense that Serena's resentment this time was so intense it was almost overflowing.

Wishing everyone a happy May Day holiday in advance!