Fragile

"Um?!"

Within the shattered, void space, Narros suddenly turned around.

He seemed to sense something, and an expression of disbelief and uncertainty appeared on his face.

"Law?"

"It seems that our My King's battle is nearing its end."

A beam of icy blue light burst forth beside Narros, and from within the light emerged a graceful and dignified beautiful woman holding an ice staff.

Narros looked at the woman with a strange expression. "Are you so sure it's him?"

The beautiful woman replied in a devout tone, "Nothing that happens to my My King is surprising or unsurprising; it is all just as it should be. After all..."

The most noble and icy bloodline in the world flows in his veins.

Narros's face showed a hint of complexity as he slowly spoke, "I almost forgot, you have deep ties with the races of that realm."

Narros withdrew his gaze, his expression seemingly slightly different from before.

"Then we should hurry up."

He spoke softly, his long, moist, seaweed-like hair growing rapidly, as if a living thing had plunged deep into the void, constantly darting and extending outwards.

A moment later, a strand of Narros's hair suddenly turned bright red. He quietly raised his eyes and looked in the direction where the hair had turned red.

"Found it."

Narros's eyes flickered slightly, and he asked, "Shall we team up and take one down first?"

The beautiful woman remained noncommittal, saying, "I'm afraid they have the same idea."

"Then let's see who moves faster."

Ronan had imagined many times what the effects of activating the Seed of Law would be, but when this power was truly mobilized, its power far exceeded his expectations.

"The Rule Domain, the Law Bed."

Within the vast ocean of ashes, Ronan reached out and touched the enormous ship that resembled a whale skeleton, feeling the power within it that completely transcended the forbidden realm.

"Law."

If he chooses to use the method of fusing ice and fire as the foundation to infuse the seed of law, what he sees now may be the law-based spells he will be able to master in the future.

Nearly half of the Power of Law contained within the Nine Star Elemental Spirit's Law Seed was consumed.

No, to be precise, it should be called a fruit.

Half of the fruit was "tasted" by Ronan, leaving only the other half. Only after he has completely "eaten" all the pulp of the fruit will it be reduced to a seed.

Two opportunities to cast law-level spells, two consumable trump cards, and also two chances to look ahead to the future—the gifts Heaven bestows upon Nine Star Elemental Spirit who has achieved wizardry are quite generous.

The enormous magical vessel, as massive as a whale skeleton, emanated a strange and indescribable aura, like an origin and an end, originating from the unknown and sailing towards chaos.

This is a true law-level power, representing the thickest branch on the World Tree, and interpreting the fundamental operating principles of the natural universe.

It's still too profound and difficult for Ronan at this point; he simply can't understand this power. Even Alazan is just an apprentice in the face of this power, which is probably why Alazan hasn't spoken up yet.

"Is this... a law?"

A voice pulled Ronan back to reality.

Ronan looked in the direction of the sound and saw Juventus pierced through by the keel at the tip of the Boat of Eternal Darkness.

At this moment, apart from being a little pale, Juventus didn't seem to have any injuries. However, Ronan clearly sensed that Juventus' life was slipping away rapidly.

His soul and his body were like a piece of paper being burned through, slowly turning to ashes.

"Yes."

Ronan looked into Juventus' eyes and calmly said, "If the talent you described is not fake, you should also have the opportunity to reach it."

Although it comes at a price, and although complete mastery is impossible, the chances of one day achieving enlightenment are far greater than for an ordinary wizard.

Unfortunately, the so-called secret methods of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society have completely robbed you of this opportunity.

They gave you a false crown, but took away the jewel that was a thousand times more precious than the crown itself.

Juventus looked slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion in their eyes.

He was silent for a moment, then slowly began to speak, "Ten years ago, I received a white dove."

The white dove bore the Prophet Eve's final revelation to me. "If I were to pass on the legacy of Helamus to you when we meet again, your future achievements would surpass those of my father, the Black Wizard King."

Ronan paused for a moment, then saw Juventus smiling at him. "If it were you, what would you choose?"

Ronan didn't speak, but Juventus said in a low voice, "Ronan, you and I are actually the same kind of people. I was sure of that the first time I saw you at Spirit Lake."

None of us want our fate to be controlled by others.

I lost, but I don't regret it.

Juventus spoke, pieces of skin on his cheeks fell away like withered leaves.

Everything he possessed was destroyed by the Power of Law; his life had been completely consumed.

Juventus reached out to Ronan, and pieces of the Helamus Set on his body peeled away one by one, transforming into miniature nebula-like orbs of light that flew towards Ronan.

"Put it on and let me see what the complete Law Control set looks like."

As the first piece of the Law Control Set merged into Ronan's body, Ronan saw a nebula suddenly "explode" before his eyes.

Then came the second regiment, the third regiment, and the fourth regiment.

His vision was completely filled with an ever-expanding and taking shape starry sky. Boundless wisdom, knowledge, and insights poured into his mind. His consciousness seemed to connect with the galaxy, becoming infinitely vast. He felt as if he held the starry sea in his hands, possessing endless power.

As Ronan slowly put on his last piece of the Law Control Armlet, the entire Law Control Set became completely seamless, and the "starry sky" before him became perfectly round.

I opened my eyes and realized that Juventus was already dead.

Apart from a golden warhammer wreathed in lightning and flames and inscribed with countless runes, he left nothing behind.

Ronan wasn't sure if he ever saw himself in the full suit, and a strange sense of emotion welled up inside him, but it was quickly replaced by boundless joy.

He had never felt so good; he felt as if he were omniscient and omnipotent.

Nine shimmering runes, like star cores, revolved around him, constantly providing an almost inexhaustible supply of energy; it seemed as if an entire galaxy was being nurtured within his body.

He can effortlessly stir up a storm and overturn an ocean with a mere amount of energy. Thunder, fire, ice—all elemental energies obey his command. He is the true Law Controller King!

If the power to control energy brought by the Nine Star Elemental Spirit is 1, then after wearing the Law Control Set, his control over this world will be 100, or even more.

No wonder that in the previous battle against Juventus, his advantage of the Nine Star Elemental Spirit was completely negated. His opponent could summon Starfall effortlessly and even suppress his Demon Body of the Thirty-Three Layers of the Spiral Palace with his physical body.

With such a massive amount of energy that can be taken at will, even the lowest-level spells can be transformed into something miraculous.

Ronan attempted to [Sense Stars], and in the darkness, he saw several stars light up in the vast and dazzling starry sky before him. He heard the dull sound of ancient meteorites tumbling and rolling, but he still couldn't summon any of them down.

"Juventus is right, this system is indeed missing the core meteorite summoning method."

Skyfall Magic Staff

Ronan murmured the name as he looked down.

The lingering power of the [Boat of Eternal Darkness]'s laws had not yet dissipated, and the vast battlefield remained in a state of absolute shock and silence.

He reached out and picked up the Golin's Hammer in front of him; it seemed lighter than he had imagined.

Juventus are dead, but the battle is not over yet.

With the blessing of the Law Control, his mental power, amplified many times over, suddenly spread out, and Ronan instantly spotted several hidden battlefields. After a moment's consideration, he chose a direction.

But in the instant he took that step

"Click--"

A crisp cracking sound stopped Ronan in his tracks.

The sound came from him.

Ronan slowly lowered his head and was shocked to discover that on the "Helamus Infinite Robe," a finger-length crack that was clearly visible on the background of the flowing starry river, a dreamlike and extremely beautiful garment.

"Tear--"

Under a sky deeper than night, devoid of stars and moon, a black curtain of emptiness was suddenly cleaved in two, and Lidexin, with Moth-faced, emerged from it, wielding two swords and looking grim.

His large, strange moth wings spread out behind him, and eye-shaped patterns emerged from them, emitting a faint light and forming an indescribable, mysterious force field that slowly radiated outwards.

Just then, a figure streaked across the void, arriving at breakneck speed.

The newcomer seemed to be draped in a galaxy, radiating a dreamy and enchanting deep purple light. His waist-length white hair scattered stardust across his shoulders, a star core shone between his brows, and a noble and complex purple eight-pointed star spun endlessly in the center of his chest.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Lidexin's eyes brightened slightly, but he immediately let out a cold laugh.

"You've always claimed to be a legendary genius comparable to Helamus, so how come it took you so long to deal with a mere level five?"

The newcomer didn't speak, but simply raised his hand.

In an instant.

An indescribable, terrifying aura rapidly gathered above Lidexin's head, instantly devouring almost all the free energy particles in the void where he was located, transforming into a pitch-black full moon interwoven with countless purple patterns, resembling a huge forbidden magic disc, or a majestic and ancient mysterious eye.

A terrifying aura locked onto Lidexin, whose expression instantly changed. Looking at the newcomer with utter disbelief, he blurted out, "You're not Juventus?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the purple light intertwined, and the black hole-like full moon silently burst open.

The terrifying [Annihilation] power that erupted in an instant swallowed Lidexin whole, and the void where he was located trembled violently, as if pieces of old, worn-out plaster were peeling off a wall.

As the terrifying aftershocks subsided slightly, Lidexin's horrified soul rushed out, but just as he was about to escape, a pale hand reached out from the shadows beside him and grabbed him tightly.

"I firmly believe that you will be the one to survive this battle."

Anglie gracefully emerged from the shadows, casually stuffing the soul of Lidexin into the cloak-like shadow behind him. Immediately, loud chewing sounds and Lidexin's extremely shrill wails echoed from within the shadows.

"You're not picky about food at all."

Ronan glanced at Anglie, the amethyst mask he used to conceal his face slowly dissolving.

"This guy is incredibly annoying in every way, but he's also quite troublesome."

As a result, it couldn't even withstand a simple spell you casually cast.

Anglie mimicked wiping his mouth after eating, then looked at Ronan and clicked his tongue in admiration, "Looks like you've really had a lot to show for yourself."

"It's a forbidden-level spell, after all, not some simple spell that can be cast casually."

Ronan said calmly.

Anglie stared into his eyes, then blinked and said, "Why do I feel like you don't seem very happy?"

Ronan remained silent.

Anglie is right.

His [Forbidden Black Hole], with a proficiency level of only a few hundred at the Grandmaster level, was amplified by the Magic Controller Set, making its power so terrifying that it almost effortlessly killed Lidexin, whose strength had reached the late stage of level six. However, he did not feel much joy.

The reason is simple—this is not entirely his power; Helamus' Magic Controller Set is crumbling.

The entire Helamus's Magic Controller Set now resembles a beautiful porcelain vase with a shiny exterior, but its interior is riddled with cracks.

Each time he uses the power of the set to attack, it increases the number of cracks on the set, accelerating its breakage.

Ronan never imagined that a legendary artifact created by Helamus, the most legendary genius wizard in the history of the Upper Ring Continent, and carrying all of Helamus's legacy, could be so fragile!

Even a normal Dawn Rank magic item set couldn't possibly be completely destroyed after just a few battles, right?

He had gone through countless hardships and painstaking efforts to obtain this inheritance, and had just felt its unparalleled power, only to learn that he would soon lose it again.

It's like running countless dungeons and completing countless quests in a game, finally assembling a set of top-tier gear, only to find that the gear only has 1 point of durability left after putting it on!

Anyone would likely feel unbalanced and depressed in this situation.

"Never mind, let's not talk about this."

Ronan shook his head, looked at Anglie, and said seriously, "The battlefield outside is now in your hands."

Anglie looked in a certain direction, frowned, and said, "You plan to enter their battlefield?"

Ronan nodded, looking at his body, which resembled a swirling river of stars. "I'm barely qualified to join them now."

"That woman known as the Prophet told you you had to do this?"

Anglie laughed, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly, "Damien, the Prophecy of Salvation has completely fooled you."

The world will keep turning no matter who's gone; you don't need to take any unnecessary risks.

"Let the level seven battles be handled by level seven. Regardless of victory or defeat, we have done our utmost and can choose to retreat unscathed without any regrets."

You don't understand.

Ronan looked back at the battlefield that was still raging, with countless Abyss Monsters and wizards still fighting to the death.

He spoke in a low voice, "Whether the prophecy comes true or not, what is destined to happen will happen."

Revelation may change the course of events, but it will not affect the outcome.

What I'm going to do, I will do eventually.

Anglie didn't try to dissuade him further, but simply looked at him, then smiled slightly, "Well then, good luck."

Like I said before, don't die.

Ronan glanced at him, nodded, then took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, and tore open a narrow, elongated slit in front of him, about the height of a person.

He glanced at his hands, which were shimmering with starlight, as if with some lingering affection, before quickly walking inside.