Reuniting with Narros, an Unexpected Old Acquaintance
The enormous Ancient Thunder Eagle hovered above the wilderness like a dark cloud, pressing down on the vast expanse of Silver Dew Grass below.
Ronan stood on the back of the Ancient Thunder Eagle, his consciousness slowly reconnecting, transmitting some information to it.
Before long, the young, deep voice of the Ancient Thunder Eagle Eris resounded in his mind.
"Brother, can I still call you brother?"
Ronan sensed a hint of inexplicable tension and unease in Eris's voice. He paused for a moment, then realized that it was his Primordial Frost Whale Bloodline that made Eris feel "afraid".
Although the concentration of the Primordial Frost Whale Bloodline in his body was very low, it was still the noble bloodline closest to that of mythical creatures. Ordinary wizards might not be able to sense it, but for a magical beast like Eris, whose true form was an ancient alien species, no matter how much Ronan tried to conceal it, the bloodline aura he naturally emitted was enough to greatly stimulate the other party's nerves.
"Certainly."
Ronan couldn't help but smile, gently placing his hand on a dark blue feather with blue markings on Eris's neck, and said softly, "I have always been grateful for your contributions, Eris."
We will have a long and [Fortify] friendship.
"Call--"
On the wilderness covered with Silver Dew Grass, a strong wind rose, and the Ancient Thunder Eagle, as large as a small mountain, flapped its wings and slowly took flight.
Upon hearing Ronan's reply, Eris's voice seemed to lighten considerably. He spoke in a cheerful tone, "Ten sunsets. I only need ten sunsets to get you to where you want to go, my dear brother."
No one can fly faster than Eris.
With a flap of its wings, accompanied by a series of rapid, thunderous crackling sounds, Eris suddenly darted out and disappeared into the clouds.
The scenery on both sides transformed into countless elongated straight lines. Ronan smiled, patted Eris's feathers, and slowly walked to sit on the Golden Throne specially made for him.
The windproof and Law Control arrays engraved on the throne activated automatically. Ronan gazed at the rapidly passing clouds and fell into deep thought.
Not many wizards know the name O'Brien, let alone in this day and age.
Alazan's voice echoed in my mind.
"Eve seemed quite certain that I would find this place."
Ronan raised his eyes, a glint in them. "She knows you exist?"
"This is not unusual for a Prophecy Wizard."
But you, Damien... it seems you're hiding something from me?"
Ronan shook his head and said, "I just think her suggestion came at a rather inopportune time."
This was the place we originally planned to go, so it suited her wish perfectly.
O'Brien, a powerful Fire Magic Wizard who existed during the time of Alazan, an era between antiquity and antiquity.
Alazan once mentioned O'Brien's story to Ronan.
Yes, he is the powerful wizard who seized a natural gathering place of Elemental Lifeform and raised fire demons and fire dragons there.
That place is now called "The Fire Leaving Realm," O'Brien's Laboratory is located within the Fire Leaving Realm.
The mysterious Golden Slate that Ronan obtained in the Silver Goblin Vault records that the legendary artifact "Golin's Hammer," forged by the dwarves, was buried in the Fire Leaving Realm.
Alazan had also expressed his hope that Ronan could go to the Fire Leaving Realm to collect a bottle of Fire Dragon Marrow for him.
From any perspective, the Fire Leaving Realm seems to be a place Ronan has no choice but to go.
Only
"Fire."
A glint flashed in Ronan's eyes as he recalled the death prophecy related to him that he had seen in the fireplace.
In the prophetic vision, Ronan saw mostly fire, flames, and endless, terrifying flames.
It's hard not to associate it with the Fire Leaving Realm.
If her "death" occurred in the Fire Leaving Realm, why would the Prophet Eve go there herself?
Ronan didn't believe she was unaware of the prophecy's contents.
The message from the Prophet Eve did not explain the purpose of his request to go to O'Brien's Laboratory.
This is the unpleasant thing about dealing with a Prophecy Wizard; they like to act as a "riddler," and you can't ask them any questions, but you often have to do what they say.
Ronan habitually tapped the armrest of the Golden Throne lightly with the band of the French ring on his right index finger, producing a series of crisp sounds to vent his slight inner turmoil.
After a moment, he took a deep breath, cleared his mind of all distractions, and sank into his Consciousness Space.
Within the Consciousness Space, the elemental spirit, simulating the form of Frost Whale, swam silently. Above it, the Mirror of Emptiness continued to quietly cast its silvery light, which seeped into the elemental spirit bit by bit.
After reaching level five, the cultivation did not stop.
On one hand, the spatial Spell Inheritance of the Minotaur and the inheritance of the Ice Emperor await his further development.
On the other hand, the Spirit Heart Amber can also be practiced again.
With this in mind, Ronan's consciousness slowly seeped into the Mist Space, observing its entirety from an overhead perspective.
The Saint Blood Tree, Bennigo, the Elemental Pool, Dodol III, Arrietty the Dust Elf, and the Mermaid Shell
Everything in the Mist Space was developing smoothly and orderly. Ronan's gaze fell on a void where a huge, Clarity Snake floated silently like a "corpse."
The tip of the snake's tail would occasionally tremble slightly, indicating that it was slowly recovering from the nourishment of the thoughts of everyone in the Mist Space.
Ronan extended a wisp of his spiritual power, and the slight fluctuation of the spell's resonance attracted the attention of Bennigo in the Mist Space. He seemed to sense Ronan's presence, but only looked up briefly before paying no further attention.
"Buzz—"
A strange connection was forged between Ronan and the Clarity Snake.
The process went exceptionally smoothly, which surprised Ronan slightly.
He had tried many, many times before to "tame" the Clarity Snake, but failed every time. Unexpectedly, after reaching level five, he succeeded on his first try.
It seems that most problems in this world are indeed due to a lack of strength.
As for otherworldly creatures like the Clarity Snake, their strength cannot be classified using the ranks of normal magical beasts. Of course, given its current half-dead state, its rank doesn't matter.
After withdrawing his consciousness from the Mist Space, Ronan directly used [Soul Projection] to enter a period of "Reincarnation into Dream" cultivation.
Then he suddenly remembered the World Devouring Insect that he had thrown into his Space Ring and neglected for two years. When he opened it, he saw that the small hill that was once made of red clay was now densely covered with black World Devouring Insect the size of a thumb, and under each World Devouring Insect were round and strange insect eggs.
At first glance, it looks like a mountain of bunches of black grapes.
Even through the Space Ring, Ronan could clearly sense a trace of destruction.
This aura was almost identical to the aura of the otherworldly realm that he had inadvertently glimpsed when the coordinates of that World Stone pointed to it, a realm that was on the verge of destruction.
"Once this aura of destruction grows to a certain point, it truly becomes unstoppable."
Ronan's eyes narrowed slightly as he followed the mountain of World Devouring Insect to the top where the "Source of Destruction" was placed.
Compared to when he first obtained it, the Source of Destruction appears to have shrunk slightly, indicating that it is being consumed.
As Ronan watched the swarms of World Devouring Insect multiply, his consciousness slowly detached from the Space Ring.
He had begun to sense the terrifying potential of these tiny creatures that even Alazan had feared, but the key issue was that he had no way of controlling them.
The terrifying thing about the World Devouring Insect is that they can form a massive, overwhelming sea of World Devouring Insect, which means that they cannot be tamed one by one like magical Magic Pet.
Moreover, Ronan dared not easily form Soul Contract with such a terrifying being associated with the power of destruction.
"Fortunately, I don't have too much Source of Destruction. Even if I use it all to feed it, I won't be able to raise many World Devouring Insect."
"If we could find the secret method that Alazan mentioned, the one that has the ability to control the World Devouring Insect, that would be ideal."
If you can't find it, try to get rid of it sometime.
Ronan possesses many powerful inheritances and is not fixated on a "double-edged sword" that could potentially harm him at any time. If it were to backfire, he would discard it without hesitation.
After dealing with all the miscellaneous matters, Ronan's spiritual energy slowly seeped into the Blue-Gold Water Drop -shaped inheritance crystal between his eyebrows.
Aside from a trace of the Primordial Frost Whale's bloodline, the rest of what Ice Emperor left him has remained unexamined until now.
In the depths of his being, Ronan seemed to have returned once again to that boundless ice plain where Nineteen White Suns hung high in the sky.
On the icy plains, an Ice Crystal Throne made of Ice Thorns sits quietly.
This time, however, the throne was empty; Chaguskona was not there.
Ronan stared at the throne silently for a long time, then after thinking for a moment, he walked over quietly and slowly sat down.
The shadow of a giant eagle, shrouded in hurricane and lightning, swiftly traverses the golden clouds.
On the back of an eagle, on Golden Throne frozen in ice, sat a tall, imposing figure.
The sunlight above the clouds falls on it, but is blocked by the layers of ice dust and snow crystals surrounding it, refracting a beautiful and mesmerizing light.
A handsome young man with white hair and a blue-gold mark between his brows had his eyes closed, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a strange atmosphere.
Countless tiny ice crystals formed nebula-like vortexes around him, expanding and contracting with a unique rhythm, releasing a transcendent and chilling cold.
Suddenly, the Ancient Thunder Eagle, which had been moving at high speed, came to a sudden stop.
The ice crystals covering the Golden Throne crumbled layer by layer, and the handsome young man opened his eyes. His deep blue-gold eyes seemed to transform into two vortexes, instantly drawing in all the surrounding frost and cold air.
"Did it affect you, Eris?"
Ronan spoke softly, his voice as cold and clear as countless shards of ice colliding, having just left the place of inheritance left by the Ice Emperor.
Eris's deep voice rang out.
"A little, but not much, I can tolerate it."
Only
"It seems we've run into trouble."
Ronan frowned slightly, flipped his hand, took out the Dawn Mask and put it on his face again, then slowly stood up from the Golden Throne.
Because of his understanding of the ice-elemental inheritance, he had previously put away all the magical items whose attributes clashed with his.
Ronan released his mental energy outwards. After reaching level five, his mental energy was more than ten times stronger than before, and the range he could detect also increased dramatically.
Ronan's mental energy radiated out like light, and he quickly grasped what exactly the "trouble" Eris was referring to.
That was someone Ronan never expected.
He stood quietly above the sea of clouds, his hands behind his back, blocking Ronan's only path.
Seeing that this person was clearly coming for him, Ronan's eyes flickered, and after a few breaths, he asked Eris.
"How long have we been traveling?"
"Only the time it takes for the sun to set has passed."
"Wait for me here, Eris."
"Watch out, bro."
Ronan leaped off Eris's back and flew towards the figure.
The closer he got, the clearer Ronan's appearance became.
——
He wore a long, flowing robe like a cape, had long, wet hair like black seaweed, a handsome face, and exceptionally clean and peaceful eyes.
Sunlight streamed down from his side, but none fell on him. He seemed to be shrouded in an unseen, deep mist, giving him the air of an ancient ghost emerging from a pile of old papers.
Ronan stopped a few hundred meters away from the man, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, thought for a moment, then slowly removed the Dawn Mask from his face again, and then said softly, "It's nice to see you again."
Narros!
A smile gradually spread across the handsome middle-aged man's face; he seemed extremely pleased with Ronan's initiative in removing his mask and greeting him.
"Me too, my dear Misha."
Yes.
The man before them was none other than Narros, the Twilight Level being that Ronan had released into the Minotaur's Maze!
Ronan maintained a cautious yet polite distance from Narros, carefully observing the fluctuations in the other's soul and emotions, trying to guess the other's intentions in coming to his door.
Narros is a true Twilight Level wizard. Even though Ronan is now at level five and has achieved the unparalleled Nine Star Elemental Spirit, he still has no confidence in escaping from Narros's clutches.
Just as he was pondering how to begin, Narros spoke first.
"I tell almost everyone I meet about your intelligence and excellence."
Narros spoke to Ronan with a smile, like a long-lost friend, "A young man named Misha, he did such remarkable things, he is absolutely the most outstanding junior I have ever met."
Ronan listened quietly, wondering what Narros was trying to say.
"This world changes so much that I often feel like a stranger."
Narros said with some emotion, "Later I met many young wizards, but almost none of them left as deep an impression on me as you."
There's only one.
"Oh, right."
Narros suddenly laughed and said softly, "You should know this person too."
As he spoke, Narros clapped his hands lightly.
As he made this movement, a black shadow gradually spread out behind him.
From the shadows, the outline of a figure slowly emerged.
Upon recognizing the person, Ronan frowned and blurted out instinctively, "It's you?!"
The next second, Ronan seemed to think of something else, and suddenly looked at Narros with an unexpected expression on his face.
"So, you founded the Ghost Flower Society?"
Narros smiled and nodded.
Ronan's eyes flickered.
No wonder, a powerful organization whose members are almost all Level Six Wizard or above, with such a mysterious origin, appeared without any warning.
If the leader of this organization is the Twilight Level Narros, along with the group of monster wizards he brought out of the Minotaur's Maze, then everything makes sense.