Attack Incoming, Level Six

With Ronan's Nine Star Elemental Spirit secret exposed, if there is any force on the Upper Ring Continent that would be the first to think of dealing with him, it would definitely be the Ancient Wizard Revival Society.

The trial for the "Holy Grail Proof" involved wizards from the Twilight Council, and Sarlange, who had previously died at his hands, proved that the Twilight Council was the power of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society, belonging to a branch that worshipped the "Mother of Fear and Lies" of the Abyss. They would be the first to know this news.

"Eris, how much longer until we reach our destination?"

Ronan pondered for a moment, then asked Eris, who was sitting down.

The Ancient Thunder Eagle's broad wings unleashed a dazzling waterfall of lightning, tearing through the clouds, and it replied in a deep, booming voice, "Less than nine sunsets."

"Can it go any faster?"

"That's already the fastest, bro."

Ronan let out a soft breath and said nothing more.

He still had to go to the Fire Leaving Realm; he wouldn't back down because of something that hadn't even happened yet.

If he is unwilling to associate with those madmen who have the blood of the Abyss Demon Seed flowing through their veins and who spend their days planning to cleanse the world and bring down Evil God from another world, then sooner or later he will find himself on the opposite side.

There's no point in trying to avoid it; it's just making that day come sooner.

Ronan's expression returned to calm, and he temporarily put the question aside.

He was now more interested in Anglie, whom he had recently reunited with, than in the trouble that was about to come.

"He concealed his true strength during the Holy Grail Proof Trial."

This has always been Anglie's style.

Among his peers, Anglie was probably the one Ronan couldn't understand the most, even more so than Juventus he considered his biggest rival.

Even now, Anglie remains an elusive mystery in Ronan's mind.

During the Holy Grail Proof Trial, Anglie did not even reveal his Elemental Spirit True Body.

He is a very unstable individual, and now that he is with Narros, who is also full of unstable elements, the level of trouble he causes has immediately increased several levels.

"I just hope that when we meet again, at least we won't be enemies..."

Ronan thought to himself, then closed his eyes and continued to immerse himself in the Blue-Gold Water Drop within his Consciousness Space.

The legacy left to Ronan by Ice Emperor Chaguskona still contains a portion of the bloodline of the Primordial Frost Whale, but Ronan needs to absorb and digest the other part of the Spell Inheritance left by the other party before he can continue to try to fuse with it.

"The more powerful the bloodline, the more advanced the skills and methods needed to unleash its potential."

It's like a peerless legendary sword; in the hands of a farmer, it might only allow him to cut grass and till the land a little faster than others.

But if wielded by a top-tier knight, it could forge an immortal epic.

Ronan was keenly aware of this.

He is now that clumsy farmer who wields a legendary sword but only uses it to harvest weeds.

Ronan hasn't received much of the Chaguskona Spell Inheritance yet, but it's clear that it's a powerful spellbook built around the Primordial Frost Whale Bloodline.

"The Whale Eating Country is actually a set of Inheritance Magic Array, which perfectly fills the gap in my lack of Inheritance Magic Array at the Level Five Wizard stage."

Chaguskona said this is the first key to unlocking the power of the Frost Whale bloodline, but unfortunately I don't have enough resources to build it right now.

Having reached the level of Level Five Wizard, Ronan was already qualified to construct his own Inheritance Magic Array. He had already witnessed the power of the [Whale Eating Country], which had even easily suppressed Hecalto, whose bloodline had molted and grown a ninth head. Hecarto was now sealed inside Ronan's body as "material" to be slowly digested.

However, building the [Whale Eating Country] requires a large amount of resources, and after consulting with Alazan, it was learned that many of these materials were considered rare even in his time.

Ronan has already made a list and asked A Ni and Serena to help collect them, but the chances of collecting them all are slim. According to Alazan, some items simply cannot appear on the Upper Ring Continent.

Fortunately, Ronan is not in a hurry about this for the time being. Although the Inheritance Magic Array is something that Level Five Wizard is qualified to build, it remains one of the most important core combat forces for wizards until level 6, throughout the Dawn Rank, somewhat similar to the Soul Rune in the Mist stage.

In fact, to truly unleash the power of an Inheritance Magic Array, one still needs to be Level Six Wizard.

Ronan still has time.

In the Blue-Gold Water Drop Space, on the vast and desolate ice plains, Ronan sat on the Ice Emperor's Throne of Thorns. Ancient traditions and knowledge flowed from the Ice Crystal Throne, slowly merging into his body.

Before him, the Nine-Headed Ice Python Hecalto, bound by an invisible cage, roared incessantly at him and at the Nineteen White Suns above.

It was sometimes furious, sometimes pleading, sometimes tempting. But no matter what posture it took, Ronan on the Ice Crystal Throne remained as still as a statue, offering no response whatsoever.

Time seemed to stand still here, the man and the snake seemingly eternal.

In a desolate wasteland strewn with boulders, a group of wizards, each wielding a scimitar and dressed in matching black and gray robes, stood together.

Each person emanated a powerful aura belonging to the Level Four Dawn, with some even reaching the fifth level.

They guarded a steep, solitary peak, at the top of which flames burned. A tall, slender young man, dressed in a set of light purple leather armor, was intently roasting a huge, cleaned wolf over the fire.

The young man was handsome, with long, light-gold hair tied in a ponytail at the back of his head, and two lightning-shaped black lines below his eyes.

To his left lay a narrow Gold Narrow Sword with a curved blade, which was probably a two-handed sword. Another curved golden sword was being used as a tool for skewering game, and it was slowly turning over the fire.

Sunrise and sunset, seven days have passed.

As another Dawn, the morning breeze carries a hint of dampness across the Barren Stone Wilderness.

The Ponytail Youth at the top of the stone peak suddenly took a deep breath, as if he had smelled something approaching, and his pair of blue-gold eyes immediately shone brightly.

He quickly took down the wolf that had been roasting over the fire for seven days and was still not fully cooked, forcefully tore off a sturdy and thick wolf leg, took a few bites haphazardly, then wiped his lips, casually discarded the whole wolf, grabbed another golden sword, and forcefully closed it in his hand!

"Snap—"

The two swords made a crisp sound like metal mechanisms meshing together. Countless white runes on the swords quickly lit up, and then the curved blades intertwined tightly like living vines, forming a whole that looked like a long cone.

At the foot of the rocky peak, several wizards launched a huge crossbow-shaped magical device that they had prepared long ago. The Ponytail Youth leaped down from the rocky peak and casually attached the strange "crossbow bolt" made of two swords in his hand to the crossbow. In an instant, one complex rune after another on the crossbow lit up, releasing a terrifying aura that was breathtaking.

The Ponytail Youth controlled the crossbow, squinted his eyes, and aimed it at the sky in one direction, as if he was quietly waiting for something.

Before long, a streak of blue-purple lightning flashed across the clear sky and disappeared in a flash.

The Ponytail Youth's eyes suddenly lit up, and he uttered a few short syllables. The strange golden crossbow bolt in his hand was suddenly fired, disappearing completely without leaving any trace.

Almost simultaneously, at the other end of the sky where the Ponytail Youth's mental energy was locked, the faintly visible bolt of lightning suddenly exploded, revealing a giant eagle as large as a small mountain, its entire body wrapped in countless bolts of lightning, its furious and ear-piercing cry resounding through the sky.

The Ponytail Youth laughed and stepped through the void to meet the direction where the Lightning Giant Eagle had been hit.

The two curved golden swords, which had separated again, flew back like streaks of light and were firmly grasped in the hands of the Ponytail Youth, one on each side.

On the barren wasteland, a group of wizards drew their Rune Scimitar in unison, unleashing powerful waves of spiritual energy that seemed poised to merge into one. However, these waves were quickly suppressed by a single glance from the Ponytail Youth wielding two swords.

"You don't need to lift a finger."

The Ponytail Youth made two graceful sword flourishes with both hands and said calmly, "Wait for me here."

As he spoke, he took a step forward.

An invisible yet powerful ripple swept across the entire world in an instant. On the vast wilderness, countless boulders floated silently, releasing dense, yellowish-brown light spots that converged towards the young man.

In the blink of an eye, it formed a translucent, Earth-Yellow Humanoid, resembling the Giant's Soul.

The Ponytail Youth in Purple Leather Armor was like a dazzling gem firmly embedded in the center of the giant's soul.

The earthen-yellow giant spirit, also wielding two swords, appeared and immediately slashed at the Lightning Giant Eagle in the clouds. In an instant, it was as if terrifying lightning had torn through the sky, or as if a dreadful millstone had been turned. With a deafening roar, the entire earth trembled, and huge cracks appeared in the ground.

"Buzz—"

On the Golden Throne, Ronan, who was sitting in meditation, trembled slightly, suddenly opened his eyes, broke out of his meditative state, and shook off the ice crystals covering his body.

The moment he opened his eyes, he felt a violent jolt beneath his feet, and heard the furious and terrified growl of the Ancient Thunder Eagle Eris.

Countless tree-shaped and snake-shaped Blue-Violet Lightning surged before my eyes. Behind the densely interwoven lightning were two giant Spell Long Sword that fell in a cross shape, crushing and exploding the void layer by layer.

"They're here?!"

Ronan's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he sensed the boundless spiritual power that enveloped the entire void and was omnipresent.

The mental power of Level Six Wizard!

Unlike his spiritual power, which was enhanced through the [[Clarity Extreme Thought]] state and was comparable to that of a level six wizard, this was a spiritual pressure that only a true Level Six Wizard could release.

Possessing the unique characteristics of Level Six Wizard, each fluctuation subtly aligns with a certain natural rhythm, enveloping everything like interconnected mountain ranges rolling down in circles, constantly pressing down on Eris's massive and agile body.

Eris flapped its wings frantically, struggling desperately and letting out angry roars, but its voice revealed a hint of pain and weakness.

Eris is injured?!

Ronan accurately grasped this point, his expression suddenly turned cold, and a nebula-like Star Force Field emanated from his body, instantly transmitting a consciousness to Eris.

"Eris, retreat!"

"Bang!"

Eris's massive, mountain-like body instantly transformed into countless bolts of lightning, and the master of the sixth-level mental power seemed to have no intention of continuing to make things difficult for it. The terrifying earth-yellow energy twin swords directly tore through the lightning barrier that Eris was fleeing from, and slashed straight down at Ronan.

With the blessing of the [[Clarity Extreme Thought]] state, his spiritual power, which had also reached the sixth level, soared up. Facing this terrifying attack whose power far exceeded that of a typical fifth-level True Meaning Spell, he did not retreat but advanced. His Platinum-Woven Robe fluttered like flags, and his frosty hair was slightly raised. He actually took the initiative to meet the attack.

"Buzz—"

A deep, mysterious silver light flickered in his blue-gold eyes. Ronan clasped his hands together and then forcefully pushed them apart.

With a burst of intense Space Magic fluctuations, a Silver Mirror Light, like a giant screen, slowly unfolded in front of Ronan.

"Boom!"

The terrifying, earthen-yellow twin swords slashed straight down onto the surface of the giant Mirrorlight, plunging into it as if striking a pool of mercury.

At the same time, another similar giant Mirrorlight appeared behind the enormous giant spirit in the sky. Two magical swords, exuding terrifying aura, quickly emerged from the surface of the Mirrorlight and slashed towards the giant spirit itself.

"Huh—"

A soft exclamation, tinged with surprise, echoed in the void.

The twisted sword that had been moving horizontally then stopped moving and began to slash to the sides.

"Click-clack—"

With just a splitting motion, the two Space Giant Mirror Light of the Giant Spirit were completely torn apart and shattered.