Garcia, Blazing Plain, Entry

Are you talking about yourself?

With vacant eyes and a puppet-like appearance, the gray-gold-haired youth put away the Rune Bone Bow in his hand and turned to look at Lidexin.

The voice came from behind him.

"If we hadn't arrived in time, you would probably have become the second Level Six Wizard in a hundred years to be killed by a level five Counter-Killing."

"Oh, if we're going to break it down to the Mid-Level Six, then you'd be the first one in a thousand years."

Two figures dressed in gray robes slowly walked out, one of whom was a man who looked relatively young.

His skin was so pale it was almost transparent, revealing tiny bluish-black veins underneath. He had long, slightly curly gray hair, emerald-green eyes, and a smile on his face. He was the one talking to Lidexin.

If Ronan were present, he would recognize this man as Lindis, the wizard of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society who caused chaos in the south.

The other person standing behind Lindis kept his head down, completely hidden in a wide gray robe, making it impossible to see his face. Only the unique and powerful fluctuations emanating from him, unlike those of ordinary level five individuals, could be felt.

But this strength was only glanced at by Lidexin, whose attention was entirely focused on the man with emerald green eyes.

"Repeat what you said again."

Lidexin's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were cold as he stared intently at Lindis in front of him.

The gruesome wound that ran across his chest was now slowly healing, and some dark, vein-like lines were emerging from his arms and neck, emanating an unsettling aura.

Lindis's strength remained at level five, even weaker than some of the Tangista Elite Wizard who were slowly closing in with scimitars.

But he seemed completely unconcerned about Lidexin's threat, maintaining his gentle smile, though his eyes were vacant. The bone-bowed youth, clad in Flesh Armor, took two steps forward woodenly.

"You still want to fight me?"

Lidexin sneered, and the Twisted Serpent Golden Greatsword reappeared in his hand. His massive level-six Spiritual Force Field burst forth unrestrainedly, stirring up an invisible hurricane among the group.

The Tangista Elite Wizard he brought with them all drew their scimitars, their eyes fixed coldly on Lindis and the others.

No, no, no.

In the tense atmosphere, Lindis quickly backed down. He shook his head rapidly, feigning fear, and then bowed earnestly to Lidexin in apology, "Damn it, I almost forgot who I was talking to. Please forgive my rudeness. Just two days ago, I was sitting at the same table drinking tea with your father, the White Wizard King."

Upon hearing the words "White Wizard King," Lidexin frowned, then waved his hand irritably and turned his head away.

He stared grimly at the direction where Ronan had disappeared, and slowly said, "This time it was indeed my fault. I was too careless."

I will personally apologize to my father for this; it has nothing to do with you.

"No one needs to take responsibility for this; it was an outcome no one could have predicted. But it's for the best."

Lindis sat up, smiled, and walked step by step to Lidexin, whispering, "Now that we understand his strength, there's absolutely no chance of failing again next time."

Lidexin narrowed his eyes, slowly loosened his grip on the sword hilt, and casually changed the subject, "Your visit this time wasn't just for this Nine Star Elemental Spirit, was it..."

"Certainly."

Lindis nodded, then his lips moved rapidly, but no sound came out.

Lidexin frowned, and after a moment he suddenly interrupted Lindis's narration in a cold voice, "Alright, that's enough, I'm not interested in hearing any more."

That's such a shame.

Lindis shrugged and said regretfully, "Opportunities to witness such a scene don't come easily."

Lidexin ignored him and turned his gaze to the gray-robed man behind Lindis who had remained silent.

Suddenly, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, he scrutinized the other person from head to toe several times, then burst into laughter. "I never expected it to be you! You're hanging out with them too! If this gets out..."

"Buzz—"

A faint ripple emanated from the gray-robed man, forming a gentle breeze that stirred Lidexin's hair. The gray-robed man quietly raised his eyes, and Lidexin's voice abruptly ceased.

The two stared at each other in silence.

After a few breaths, Lidexin's expression turned slightly ferocious. He lightly placed one hand on the hilt of his rune-inscribed longsword and sneered in a chilling tone, "What, you want to try it with me too?"

"Call--"

Ronan fell to the ground like a shooting star, switching from flying to running.

He quickly took out a square, black box-like object from his personal space, carefully opened it, and then used his mental power to draw out a green light full of vitality and agility, which slowly seeped into his body.

The several festering, oozing wounds on his body stopped immediately and then showed signs of healing on their own.

He removed all the magical artifacts and equipment bearing the Golden Dawn's symbol from his face and hands, took out an ordinary blue robe, put it on, and quickly disappeared into the dense forest ahead.

"They probably won't chase after us."

Ronan didn't know how Lidexin and the Ancient Wizard Revival Society had found him so precisely, but in fact, neither group had much killing intent towards him.

They didn't intend to kill him; otherwise, they wouldn't have let him cause trouble for so long before the Ancient Wizard Revival Society finally arrived.

Even so, Ronan still walked alone in the dense forest for two full days before slowing down.

The wounds inflicted on his body by the Ancient Wizard Revival Society shaman had completely healed thanks to his own powerful vitality and the Healing Holy Shrine. Not only that, but his Grandmaster -level proficiency in [Ascetic Body Forging] had also increased by two points.

This proves that the magical arrows that struck him contained some kind of strange curse power, which is indeed consistent with the consistent magical style of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society wizards.

As for the young wizard from the Ancient Wizard Revival Society who shot and injured him, Ronan finally remembered his identity over the past two days.

"Garcia Garcia Alba".

His eyes flickered, and the image of Serena flashed through his mind.

His familiarity with the bone-bowed youth came entirely from Serena; both of them shared the royal blood of Alba.

It can be said that the current turmoil in the Life Royal Court was caused by this person. It was the attack and disappearance of Garcia, who was the most trusted of the kings, that enraged Alba King, which led to a series of subsequent events.

Everyone thought Garcia was dead, but unexpectedly, he joined the Ancient Wizard Revival Society. Judging from his fight with Ronan, he seemed to have become a puppet being controlled by others.

"Level six... Garcia Alba's strength has reached level six, even surpassing Lidexin, the First Generation descendant of the White Wizard King. There must be a full generation difference between him and Lidexin."

Ronan frowned slightly, recalling the details of his fight with Garcia, feeling that the latter's power seemed to come from his Flesh Armor and Rune Bone Bow.

"It gives me a feeling similar to the 'Malevolence Set' I got on my way to the East Coast, but it's much more advanced."

Ronan remembered that the Ancient Wizard Revival Society had wreaked havoc in the South with the aim of capturing Serena and Moriel and extracting their blood for experimental research.

As the former first crown prince of the Alba Royal Family, Garcia naturally possesses a much stronger lineage of the Life Witch than Serena. It seems that the Ancient Wizard Revival Society's research on him has clearly yielded some results.

"Perhaps the stolen body of Alba King was also stolen by the Ancient Wizard Revival Society..."

Alba King was Level Seven Twilight. Even if he had fallen and only a corpse remained, if he fell into the hands of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society, who knows what kind of monster they would create with their methods.

Ronan suppressed the gloom in his heart, forcing himself not to think about these things that were currently beyond his control, and then began to review the battle.

As it turns out, even though he was Nine Star Elemental Spirit, more than a level above Lidexin, there was still a considerable gap between them.

The boost that the Elemental Spirit Avatar provides to Level Six Wizard is too great. In terms of pure magic, he is still no match for Mid-Level Six 6 wizard. Of course, this may also be related to Lidexin's status as a Level 7 First Generation wizard. The latter's strength is much greater than that of an ordinary Level Six Wizard, and the rank of his Elemental Spirit must also be high.

Although activating the [Innocent Body] state posed a certain threat to Lidexin, Ronan was actually very clear that the probability of him killing Lidexin was very small, as the latter did not even use the Inheritance Magic Array.

"I've just advanced to level five, and it's going to be a long time before I reach level six."

To quickly boost combat power, besides maximizing the exploitation of the Primordial Frost Whale's bloodline power, absorbing the Ice Emperor's legacy, and building one's own new Ice Magic system, the only other option is to focus on the [Innocent Body].

Ronan looked thoughtful.

For him at this stage, the "Ascetic Body Forging" is probably the cultivation method with the fewest bottlenecks.

As long as he can withstand a large amount of "curses", his Grandmaster- level proficiency can be rapidly increased.

"Looks like I'll have to actively seek out and interact with the wizards of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society more often in the future?"

While this method seemed feasible, it was too risky. Ronan's idea was to find several reliable, powerful wizards skilled in curses to act as "sparring partners."

He doesn't know anyone suitable, so he might have to ask the Prophet Eve for help.

Of course, this will have to wait until this Fire Leaving Realm ends, Prophet Eve is currently "unwilling" to even see him.

Just then, Ronan flipped his hand and took out a bluish-black feather with blue veins, its texture as clear as crystal.

This is a communication tool given to me by the Ancient Thunder Eagle Eris.

Ronan used the communication feather to convey to Eris that he was safe and no longer needed it for transportation.

Although Eris was fast, he was too conspicuous, so he planned to travel the rest of the journey to the Fire Leaving Realm on his own.

After putting away Eris's communication feather, Ronan took out several specialized communication tools and checked the messages on them one by one.

The messages were mainly from Jason and Hathaway. Jason had "disappeared" for a long time, but now he had reappeared and asked to meet him in White Pine Town, where the two of them first met, as if he had something to tell him.

Ronan was definitely unable to make it there now, so he suggested to Jason that they reschedule. Jason readily agreed and said he would wait for him in White Pine Town.

On the other side, Hathaway had just successfully advanced to level five, a result that surprised Ronan quite a bit, as Hathaway's Yuanling rank was as high as seven stars.

Perhaps it's just barely enough to reach the threshold of the Seven Stars, but it's still quite remarkable.

Ronan declined Hathaway's request to come and find him, and focused on continuing his journey.

What the Ancient Thunder Eagle Eris could accomplish in just two days took Ronan more than half a month to finally reach his destination.

Somewhere in the Sulfur Mountain Range, billowing yellow smoke, a figure in a blue robe broke through the lingering Poison Cloud Miasma in mid-air, slowly appearing on this scorching land.

The Constant Temperature runes on the robes, along with the natural insulation effect of the Spiritual Force Field, made Ronan almost unable to feel the external heat.

However, the distorted air visible to the naked eye, and the rapidly dissipating energy core of the robe, all indicate that the temperature in this area is unbearable for ordinary people.

Ronan strolled across the cracked, red earth, passing through layers of swirling, pulsating heat, and saw countless veins of magma slowly undulating between the cracks in the surface, like the thick, long blood vessels exposed on the surface of some ancient, dead beast.

Compared to the Blazing Flame Realm he visited when he first arrived in the central region, what he saw before him was like an upgraded version of the latter.

The vast lava wilderness was like a blazing furnace with its lid lifted. Ronan could hardly sense any ice-type energy particles here, but he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. The Primordial Frost Whale that once ruled the endless Deep Sea of this world had also bathed in countless underwater volcanoes.

Almost no living creatures could be seen. On the nearly unobstructed plain, Ronan could see some crystal obelisks that had been burned to a translucent, molten state, with dark red energy patterns crawling all over their surfaces.

Some stand scattered across the plain, while others are arranged in incomplete patterns.

These are Boundary Marker left by ancient wizards, some of which are still in operation today. Runes made of flames float on top of the markers, and occasionally they will suddenly shoot out, burning some Lava Creature that crawl out of the ground into a pile of charcoal.

Ronan took a deep breath, carefully avoiding the Boundary Marker, and slowly flew towards the center of the plain.

This place is not actually the true Fire Leaving Realm, not even its edge. It is called the Blazing Plain, which is said to be the hunting ground for the Ancient Fire Demon and dragons that the wizard O'Brien once kept.

"Alazan, are you sure you still remember how to get around inside?"

As Ronan approached the central area, he noticed that the plain beneath his feet was beginning to crystallize.

Gravel melts and solidifies into a glass-like form under sustained high temperatures, producing a teeth-grinding cracking sound when stepped on.

"I guess so."

Alazan's answer was also full of uncertainty, "So much time has passed, no one knows how much has changed."

When O'Brien was still alive, I did have the privilege of visiting his lab once and going to quite a few places.

Ronan pursed his lips and didn't ask anything more.

Having already come this far, he had to go in and see what the situation was like inside.

Before Ronan knew it, three intersecting Lava Waterfall suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The gushing lava intertwined to form a Flame Curtain that seemed to never go out, reaching almost a hundred meters in height.

The boiling lava, under the influence of some strange gravitational force, defied common sense and flowed backwards into the sky, then transformed into a rain of fire at its highest point and poured down.

At that moment, Alazan's voice rang in his mind again. "The entrance is behind the waterfall. I don't know if the Entry Incantation you got from O'Brien still works. Try it first."

If that doesn't work, I'll tell you about another way to access it.

Ronan nodded, and with a slight thought, the Star Force Field surrounding him began to rotate slightly, drawing down streaks of starlight to form a semi-transparent starlight defense barrier around him.