Just Stand There. Don't Dirty My Carpet

After advancing to level five and achieving the Nine Star Elemental Spirit, Ronan's [Star Force Field] was also greatly enhanced, enabling him to draw down more starlight.

He also tried to "Sense Stars," and his perception of Extraterrestrial Meteor became increasingly clear and intense, but he was still far from being able to completely move them.

Light of the Stars formed Crystal Scales -like defensive barrier around Ronan, passing through the Lava Waterfall, while scorching magma and flames flowed over his body like red mercury.

After passing the waterfall and walking a short distance, Ronan was blocked by a huge stone wall covered with Dark Gold Runes.

Following the information transmitted by Alazan in his mind, he recited the so-called Entry Incantation word by word. After reciting the entire convoluted incantation, he saw the Dark Gold Stone Wall in front of him emit faint runic fluctuations, followed by the appearance of a light red Space Vortex.

A scorching heat emanated from the vortex, and a thick, Time Gray Mist swirled around its edge, testifying to its antiquity.

Ronan hesitated for a moment, then gently stepped into the vortex.

A hot wind swept over him, and when he reappeared, Ronan was in a valley.

Having experienced the Blazing Plain, he originally thought the Fire Leaving Realm would be a Flame Purgatory inferno.

Surprisingly, the ambient temperature Fire Leaving Realm was lower and much more stable than outside.

But it was still hot.

Before him lay a narrow, cramped valley, its walls covered with fiery red, ivy-like plants, their leaves flickering with flames, their roots deeply embedded in the rock crevices, where lava could be faintly seen flowing.

Some unknown creatures were hiding in the Flame Ivy thicket. Ronan's sudden appearance startled them, and the naturally emanating Spiritual Force Field triggered a repulsion, causing rustling and crawling sounds all around.

Ronan walked forward, but after only a couple of steps, his expression changed slightly.

"Here."

He hesitated, about to speak, when Alazan's voice echoed in his mind.

"The gravity is wrong, isn't it?"

"Right."

Ronan nodded and looked around. "There's a strong downward pulling force; even my Spiritual Force Field is showing signs of sinking."

He walked to the side of the stone wall, stretched out his five fingers and gently brushed it. The Flame Ivy clinging to the surface of the rock wall broke off one by one, and the rock fragments peeled off, revealing the Semi-Crystallized Rock Layer deeper inside.

Thin strands of magma meander like snakes within the rock strata, with tiny crystals shimmering within them.

Ronan pried out a piece of Rock Crystal with his bare hands, letting the magma drip between his fingers, emitting hissing blue smoke.

"It's significantly heavier than normal metal ores, and that's where the omnipresent gravitational pull comes from."

Ronan slowly rubbed the Rock Crystal and Molten Slurry in his hands, and said in a low voice as if deep in thought.

"Beneath the entire Fire Leaving Realm lies a natural Magic Magnetic Gold Ore Vein. With a little modification, it could become the best Fire Spirit Ranch."

"That's exactly what O'Brien saw in this place, which is why he chose it as his laboratory."

Alazan replied calmly.

The existence of the Magic Magnetic Gold Ore Vein causes the gravity within the Fire Leaving Realm to be far greater than outside, affecting wizards' spellcasting and flight to some extent. Of course, the most important point is—

Ronan tossed aside the Rock Crystal in his hand and quickly walked out of the valley.

Somewhere near the exit, he stopped at a horizontal crack in the ground.

Ronan bent down and saw a deep, fiery red light shining through the crevice. He extended his spiritual power to investigate, but when it reached a certain point, it was suddenly seized by some force and then torn apart, burned, and annihilated.

Ronan stood up, his expression slightly grave.

The existence of the Magic Magnetic Gold Ore Vein caused the Fire Element to continuously sink throughout the Fire Leaving Realm. Over countless years, an extremely terrifying Flame Energy has accumulated beneath this space, which is one of the main reasons why the surface temperature within the Fire Leaving Realm is lower than that outside.

"The molten Magic Magnetic Gold and high-concentration firepower are combined, along with the effects of the magic array set up by O'Brien. The area below is a hundred times more dangerous than what you see."

Once you fall in, it's very difficult to climb back up.

Alazan seemed to sense Ronan's change of heart and said, "Don't underestimate the flames below. As far as I know, O'Brien originally wanted to use this place to simulate the Stellar Temperature."

Even Twilight Wizard risk being completely incinerated.

Countless wizards who coveted O'Brien's legacy ended up as Scorched Corpse and withered bones within its walls, their souls burned away.

Certainly."

Perhaps Alazan realized he had spoken too harshly, so he paused, then softened his tone and continued, "Back then, the automatic defense Rune Array here was still operational. The array could use the terrifying gravity of the Magic Magnetic Gold to actively 'grab' people. Now it's probably shut down long ago. As long as you're careful, you should be fine."

"Um."

Ronan nodded and said nothing more.

A series of chaotic, fiery images flashed through his mind. Ronan's eyes flickered, and he calmly walked out of the valley, his view suddenly opening up.

The true sky of the Fire Leaving Realm is a deep crimson-purple, while the ground is a patchwork of undulating red with varying shades of light and dark.

Cracks that emitted firelight, similar to those Ronan had encountered before, were almost everywhere. The brittle rock and soil were mostly covered with a layer of dark red, scale-like lichen, as well as ferns and Thorn Magic Potion Plants.

Smack

Ronan accidentally stepped on a slightly raised, dark red plant that resembled a mushroom. The plant immediately let out a piercing scream like a woman's, followed by a "pop" as it exploded into a large spray of scorching lava.

Further away, among the uneven rock crevices, grow Fire Crown Tree, their branches quietly burning with pale flames. Through their translucent, Crystallized Trunk, one can clearly see veins that continuously transport fiery red magma.

Ronan walked beneath the enormous, burning Giant Beast Skeleton.

The scene before him gave him a contradictory feeling of restlessness and desolation, yet also a sense of vitality.

"Many things here are quite valuable to Dawn Rank wizards; you can collect some of them."

Alazan reminded him softly.

Ronan's fingers twitched slightly, Itai a soft hum, emerged from the sleeve of his robe, transforming into countless golden threads that burrowed into the ground beneath his feet.

Ronan tried to get Itai to absorb the Magic Magnetic Gold in the Rock Crystal, and it proved to be possible. However, the amount of Magic Magnetic Gold contained in the surface Rock Crystal was too low. Itai wanted to have some of the properties of Magic Magnetic Gold, it would take a long time to achieve this. For now, it was better than nothing.

Over the long years, the environment within the Fire Leaving Realm has become vastly different from Alazan's memories.

Alazan needs to recall and identify things while simultaneously guiding Ronan in the right direction.

Fortunately, Ronan also possessed a Golden Slate that recorded the "Golin's Hammer" of the Mechanical Heart Dwarf civilization. Combining the two, he wasn't running around like a headless fly.

"Waaah—"

The hot winds that occasionally blew through the Fire Leaving Realm carried with them a strange buzzing sound, like the wailing of ancient beasts.

Ronan climbed onto a boulder Flame Moss and discovered, in the far distance in his field of vision, a huge, black and red spherical structure suspended in mid-air and firmly bound by Ancient Chains.

The surface of the spherical building is covered with countless round holes, just like a giant, strange beehive.

Of course, those holes are only relative to the entire sphere; compared to Ronan, they are still incredibly large.

"The breeding ground where O'Brien raised the Balrog."

Ronan listened to Alazan's whispered explanation, then took out the Golden Slate and examined it closely, but found no similar markings on the map.

He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and decided to go over and take a look.

With the fall of the Fire Magic Wizard O'Brien, all the fire-type magical Magic Pet and beasts he kept in his "ranch" scattered and perished.

So far, Ronan has not encountered any hostile creatures that could pose a threat to him within the Fire Leaving Realm.

Just as Alazan said, as long as you're careful not to fall into the fiery crevices filled with Magic Magnetic Force and Light of Runes, there shouldn't be much danger.

"Whoosh—"

Just then, a blinding flash of fire suddenly streaked across the sky and plummeted straight toward Ronan.

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he slightly raised his hand. Gold trembled Itai condensed into a huge semi-circular metal barrier in front of him.

Just as the menacing flames were about to reach them, they suddenly stopped, transforming into a burst of dazzling sparks that cascaded down, and a slender, graceful young woman emerged from the flames.

She had skin as smooth as jade, beautiful features, and long, rose-red hair styled into a braid that reached her waist. She wore a red robe embroidered with flame flowers and trimmed with beautiful feathers and gold, and held an exquisite Ladies Cane in her hand. She appeared gracefully before Ronan.

"Moriel"

When Ronan first saw the girl clearly, he was slightly taken aback, then slowly retracted his Itai, and his gaze suddenly lowered.

"How?"

The girl frowned, staring at Ronan's expression, and said somewhat fiercely, "Are you unhappy to see me?"

"No."

Ronan shook his head.

Before his eyes, it seemed as if he had seen the flickering orange fireplace in the Prophet Eve's room once again, and heard the crackling sound of the dry wood being burned by the flames.

A moment of confusion and bewilderment appeared in Ronan's lowered eyes.

But soon, he raised his head again.

"Long time no see, Moriel."

He greeted the girl calmly.

On a high platform cast from black crystals, snow-white bone powder covered an entire long table.

A young man in a magnificent robe stood by a long table, gently poking at the bone meal on the table with an oak branch covered in lush green leaves.

Beneath the bone powder seemed to be many tiny, jet-black insects. When the young man swept the oak branch across, these insects screamed and crawled frantically out of the bone powder. Then, one by one, they spontaneously combusted without fire and died completely into nothingness.

A few strands of hair, tinged with orange and gold, slid down the side of the young man's handsome face. He was focused on what he was doing, and his movements were more noble and elegant than any royal or nobleman in the world.

A kind-looking young man dressed in black stood behind the youth, serving him respectfully like a servant.

"Abu."

The young man in the splendid robe suddenly spoke, his magnetic voice captivating, even more so than a nightingale's song.

Where is Moriel?

He stopped poking at the bone powder with the oak branch and turned to look at the black-clad boy behind him.

The boy named Abu scratched his head and quickly replied, "Someone used the 'Ryan's Curse' to open the door, and Miss Moriel went to check it out immediately."

Laubner was with her.

"Does anyone still know about the 'Ryan's Curse'?"

The young man in the ornate robe raised his head, muttering to himself, then abruptly changed the subject. "Have you made any progress on what I asked you to do before?"

"As you know, Miss Moriel never lets anyone into that place, not even you; she has always considered it her private boudoir."

Upon hearing the young man's question, the boy in black looked distressed.

"You should use your brain more and think of a solution."

The young man shook his head.

The boy in black looked helpless, but still nodded.

Just as the young man in the fine robe was about to say something more, suddenly at this moment...

"Snap—"

The sound, as if something had quietly shattered, rang out clearly in the quiet space.

The two people who were talking were immediately drawn to it.

In a dark place, a huge arc-shaped light gate opened naturally, and countless white lights shone through the dense spatial fluctuations.

A figure appeared in the white light, its whole body wrapped in layers of thick white robes, and on its head wearing a strangely shaped helmet that looked like two square, flat bull horns, with dense golden runes engraved on the helmet and the horns.

"Valitz".

A deep, mellow male voice emanated from beneath the Platinum Horned Helmet.

"It was you?!"

The young man in the fine robe blinked as he looked at the white-robed figure standing inside the portal, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing.

How long has it been since you last thought of me?

The young man in the splendid robe laughed heartily, as if he were seeing a long-lost friend, and strode forward to greet the man in the white robe.

"You're still as reckless as ever. I remember teaching you manners more than once, but you still can't seem to learn how to knock."

The man in white remained silent and motionless.

The atmosphere gradually became subtle.

The laughter that echoed in the empty space stopped, and the young man in the fine robe stopped in his tracks. He narrowed his eyes and began to notice the other figures slowly emerging from behind the man in the white robe.

"You also brought a new friend. A new friend who, like you, doesn't know that you need to knock before visiting."

The smile on the young man in the Chinese robe slowly faded, and his gaze gradually shifted to the man in the white robe. "Is that so, Little Owen?"

"Valitz".

The man in white robes lowered his head slightly and called out the young man's name once more, as if sighing.

"Call--"

The young man in the splendid robe exhaled softly, his handsome face revealing a hint of remembrance and sorrow.

I still remember what you looked like when I first met you; you were so small.

He shook his head, and then strands of golden-red flames, like snakes, surged out of his body, and in the blink of an eye, they densely covered the entire space.

"Abu, go find Laubner."

The young man in the fine robe spoke calmly, "You and he should both know what to do."

The black-clad youth, who had been standing behind staring blankly, suddenly snapped out of his daze. He shuddered, nodded quickly, and then pulled something out of his pocket. With a light swipe in the air in front of him, he transformed into a black bird with a "bang" and disappeared into the void.

Sensing that the boy's aura had completely disappeared, the young man in the fine robe calmly walked step by step toward the portal of light.

The verdant Olive Branch peeled away inch by inch in his hand, and some golden-red flames surged up, revealing a long staff forged from Gray Dragon Bone and Golden Plume beneath the flames.

"Just stand there."

The young man in the ornate robe gently waved his long staff, drawing a dazzling Ring of Fireworks in the air.

Their elegant posture and arrogant expression resembled those of the oldest and most prestigious nobles, whose lineage spanned millennia.

He spoke calmly.

"You bedbugs, don't you dare dirty my carpet."