Corpse Court Begins, Law Control Takes Shape

In fact, Ronan has already proven his idea.

During his seven days of recuperation, he had already tried to inscribe the [Law Control] rune on his right arm, which was naturally the one he was most familiar with inside the Law Control Armlet.

Branding runes onto flesh and blood is a body modification that many wizards attempt.

But it was only when Ronan actually took action that he realized what he was doing was completely different from using magic to modify the body.

The difference is like heaven and earth.

"This is a bloodline created by Helamus. The blood of the Magic Controller."

This 'blood' is also a legacy, the crystallization of Helamus' boundless wisdom and supreme ambition, which cannot be erased by time.

Ronan "looked" at his right arm, where he used to wear the Law Control Armlet. Beneath the skin, there were star-like runes imprinted on it, shimmering with a lively light.

Alazan once said that his physical body was the most perfect rune vessel he had ever seen, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

Ronan now understands the meaning of Alazan's words.

The high compatibility of [Innocent Body] with runes directly saved him from the possible rejection and damage to his physical body during the inscription process. No adjustments or break-ins were needed, and the whole process was as natural as water flowing into a channel.

Ronan's current concern is that when he casts spells in the future, the amplification of spells by [Law Control] will have to occur within his body.

Just like when he used [Law Control] as his Soul Rune, the backlash from the massive energy mobilized when casting spells would be entirely borne by his physical body. Even the Law Control set would shatter and break under this backlash. Although he was quite confident in the strength of his [Innocent Body], his previous experience wearing the Law Control set made him realize that at this stage, even after enduring it twice, which meant his physical body had been amplified ten thousand times, it had reached its limit.

Three amplifications of a million times would not only cause the entire body to explode, but would also absolutely cause the physical body to collapse and be severely damaged.

"But if the approach is correct, Helamus should already have a solution to this problem."

Since he chose to attribute the power to himself, it proves that the wizard's own body must possess certain advantages that no material can match.

A complete lineage of Law Control can undergo nine consecutive amplifications of 100 times on a certain basis. Do magical artifacts or materials in the world exist that can withstand this power?

If even external aids aren't enough, how can a fragile body of flesh and blood withstand it?

Ronan didn't know this, but he did know one thing: the wisdom and creativity of wizards were limitless.

Those wizarding ancestors who have vanished into the long river of time have created too many "miracles" that later generations find incredible and unimaginable.

As the most legendary and brilliant wizard in the history of the entire Upper Ring Continent, Ronan wouldn't be surprised at all if Helamus were one of them.

"Once the first [Law Control] rune is inscribed, we'll know the answer."

Ronan exited the [Void Hole Butterfly] state and entered meditation by the tranquil riverbank. While projecting himself into a dream to heal the wounds on his soul, he continued to inscribe the mysteries of [Law Control] into his body little by little.

The "Magic Disaster" unleashed by the White Wizard King in conjunction with the Ancient Wizard Revival Society was like a terrifying storm. After the source of the storm was destroyed, the calamity finally began to gradually dissipate.

Throughout the entire Upper Ring Continent, over 100,000 wizards perished in this "Magic Disaster" or suffered the torment of being corrupted by the power of the abyss.

Numerous wizarding forces and schools perished as a result. Of the three great Wizard Empire that once dominated the central region, only the Life Empire remains.

The political landscape on the mainland has shifted, and countless forces have been reshuffled.

In the aftermath of this Magic Disaster, two names shone brightly like the sun: one was Serena Alba, the last remaining royal bloodline of the Life Royal Court and the first queen in the history of the Alba Royal Family, the "Jade Sun."

During the most difficult and desperate period for the entire Upper Ring Wizard World when the Magic Disaster raged, she united most of the available forces in the name of the Alba Royal Clan and resisted to the very end.

After the Magic Disaster ended, Serena led her followers on a relentless campaign to wipe out the remnants of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society, her Jade Spear dripping with demonic blood.

The other person was the "Golden Dawn" of the former Destiny Empire.

Countless people witnessed him, with his level 5 physique, defeat and kill Juventus, who had almost completed the entire set of Helamus' magical artifacts, fallen into the Abyss, and whose strength was infinitely close to Juventus of Twilight.

This is an incredible feat.

In the hearts of countless people, he is the true key to victory in the battle against the Magic Disaster. Just as the prophecy of the dead prophet foretold, he is the "savior" who turned the tide and saved the entire Upper Ring Continent from fire and water!

Level 7 Battlefield?

Most people cannot see such a distant place; their gaze can only linger at the edge of Dawn, where beneath the murky Sky Dome filled with shadowy shadows, a person shoulders everything.

So even though "Golden Dawn" disappeared after that battle, in many people's hearts, his status is still far above that of Serena.

Countless people have followed in his footsteps with fervor, recounting his legends and stories time and again.

Two years later.

Underground, the Quivada Oasis.

Like a murky sky teeming with clumps of putrefactive bacteria, countless corpses—some with ram's horns and human bodies, others twisted and deformed, and still others draped in robes yet not resembling human forms—piled up like mountains.

At the top of this mountain of corpses, a handsome young man with white hair and wearing black robes sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

He exuded an obscure and mysterious aura, his robes billowed without wind, and black stars appeared in the void behind him and above his head.

At a certain moment, those dark stars lit up simultaneously, forming a line.

In an instant, a vast, boundless aura of death was drawn down from the void, and the mountain of corpses beneath the youth suddenly collapsed and turned into sand.

From each disintegrating corpse, a faint black light emerged, like countless black fireflies rapidly rising into the air, finally converging behind the youth to form a huge halo resembling a dark meteorite.

An indescribable aura of coldness, desolation, and death emanated from the young man, making him the most powerful and evil being even in this decaying land.

At this moment, the old Square-Horned Cowbell in the young man's hand shook gently, and a ghost with bloodshot eyes and a pale, boyish appearance quickly flew out from the cowbell.

It wobbled as it rose into the air, and the overwhelming death energy that had gathered there seemed to have found its home, all rushing into the boy's body.

The latter's body rapidly expanded, as if it had suddenly acquired some kind of physical form.

One could see gnarled, full muscles bulging from its thin body, but they quickly rotted away, turning into pus, blood, and bodily fluids that flowed downwards. Its once handsome face became terrifying and grotesque, and its eyes were filled with pain and struggle.

The black ring of meteorites behind the youth dispersed, quickly solidifying into the outline of a series of corpse steps beneath the boy's ghost's feet.

A throne filled with darkness and death appeared out of thin air, and a young ghost sat on it, his strong, decaying body covered with magnificent armor, looking every bit like a tyrannical undead king.

When the twisted crown was placed on its head, the last trace of pain and struggle in its eyes completely disappeared, leaving only a strong sense of majesty and tyranny.

Just then, a tall and slender figure appeared silently.

The newly born undead tyrant seemed to have found its target immediately. Without uttering a word, it suddenly drew its rusty, decaying king's longsword from its waist and swiftly slashed at the approaching figure.

The sword strike stirred up countless deathly energies in the void, forming a massive, unparalleled black sword rainbow. Wherever it passed, even the void itself was tainted with a thick aura of death and decay.

The newcomer remained calm and unhurried, simply spreading out a patch of shadow. A powerful black sword rainbow landed on the sky-like shadow, and the newcomer silently sank into it.

Immediately following, an invisible vortex emerged from the shadowy sky, unleashing a terrifying suction force that instantly pulled the tyrant from his throne, causing him to stagger towards the vortex.

As the tyrant and the throne were about to be swallowed by the vortex of shadow, the handsome white-haired youth who had been sitting motionless, in control of everything, quietly opened his eyes.

His eyes were an eerie, deathly white, without pupils, only two black, tomoe-like orbs spinning rapidly within them.

"Sagadi"

The young man uttered obscure, hoarse, ancient syllables, and facing the vortex of shadows before him, he raised one hand and gently pointed out with a finger.

In that instant, everything seemed to freeze in time.

The trembling throne, the disheveled tyrant, the shattered staircase, and the leaking death energy all converged into a single point, transforming into a massive black orb of light resembling a dead meteorite, which rapidly propelled forward.

In an instant, the vortex in the shadows showed signs of collapsing.

The newcomer squinted, and a dragon-wing-shaped shadow unfolded behind him, then a second, a third, and a fourth.

The shadows, resembling dragon wings, rapidly overlapped, finally transforming into a massive, narrow scythe that fell, slashing horizontally—

Silently, the Black Meteor split in two, and the deathly aura that dissipated after its destruction was swallowed up by the shadow waves rolled out by the scythe.

"If your admirers and followers outside knew that the Golden Dawn in their hearts, which is more radiant and majestic than the sun, is now such an evil figure filled with death, I wonder if their faith would collapse."

The shadows that filled the sky disappeared behind Anglie like folded wings. He looked at Ronan and said loudly in an exaggerated tone.

Ronan stood up calmly, the paleness and magatama in his eyes disappearing, and the vast deathly aura surrounding him receding as well.

"It seems you've figured out Gorini's background."

Anglie's smile faded, and he shook his head slightly. "I went to the Hall of Spirits you mentioned, but I couldn't find the fifth floor..."

"Then what brings you here?"

"Goodbye."

"You're leaving?!"

Ronan's expression shifted slightly. "Heading to Middle Ring?"

Anglie slowly. "To be precise, Narros couldn't wait to leave. He will lead the Ghost Flower Society back to Middle Ring."

He asked me to inquire whether you wish to come along.

Don't blame me for not warning you, it won't be long before the Sinking Eye closes again.

Ronan thought for a moment and said, "You guys go first. Once we get to Middle Ring, how should we contact each other?"

Communication tools used in the Upper Ring Continent may lose their effectiveness in the Middle Ring Continent, just like when Ronan first arrived in the Middle from the South.

"I knew you'd give that answer."

Anglie chuckled and casually tossed something to Ronan.

Ronan caught it and discovered that it was the same black egg that Anglie had used before. Its surface was unusually soft, and there seemed to be something alive inside.

"This is a communication snake personally bred by Narros. If you encounter any problems and need to contact him, you can crush the eggs."

If he wants to find you, the egg will hatch on its own.

Ronan nodded and carefully put the snake eggs away.

"I think it's fine for you to stay here."

Anglie suddenly said, half-jokingly, "With your current reputation, you could easily build a massive empire with a simple call to arms once you're out there. Even that Alba Family girl who's been running around destroying demon nests until her legs almost gave out is nowhere near as powerful as you."

Everyone compares you to Helamus; you are the first genius wizard in the Upper Ring Continent to date who can rival him.

Ronan seemed to have thought of something and shook his head, saying, "Compared to Helamus, I'm just a babbling, toddler learning to walk."

"You're better than him at least in one aspect."

Anglie smiled. "He's dead, but you're still alive."

Ronan ignored Anglie's ramblings, looked at him calmly, and asked, "Anglie, next time we meet, will we be friends or rivals?"

The two stared at each other silently in mid-air. After a moment, Anglie's lips slowly curled up into a smile. "I'm not sure."

But you'd better keep up this pace of progress.

"Next time we meet, if you're too weak, I won't hesitate to kill you... Little Ronan."

After speaking, Anglie's figure transformed into an ink-like shadow in the void and slowly faded away.

Ronan watched Anglie depart until Anglie's presence completely vanished before turning his gaze away.

For the past two years, he has stayed in the Quivada Oasis, not only because he is undisturbed there, but also because he hopes to find some revelations left by the Prophet Eve.

In the past two years, thanks to the [Spirit Heart Amber] and the soul nourishment that Serena continuously sent him, his injuries to his Soul Power have finally been completely healed and have even increased, barely reaching the late stage of level five.

However, Alazan showed no signs of waking up yet. Instead, the soul imprint left in his body shone slightly brighter, indicating that Alazan's condition was slowly improving.

After the Magic Disaster, too many Abyss Monsters and the corpses of Ancient Wizard Revival Society were left on the continent. Ronan simply took some of them and began to cultivate the basics of the Death Omen Star inheritance he had obtained from Sarlange— [Sagadi Corpse Accumulation Court].

The skill level is not high, and the power of the spells is only mediocre.

However, its strength lies in its enormous potential, with significant room for future growth.

"Using Aihaxia as the vessel for the death energy of the Corpse Accumulation Court seems a bit inadequate. Aihaxia, after all, just a mere level four undead. If I could obtain a powerful corpse, the power of this spell could be rapidly and significantly enhanced."

Those level seven cultivators Ancient Wizard Revival Society were all excellent cultivation materials, but unfortunately, none of their corpses survived.

The only one that is well-preserved is probably the body of Alba King.

But that was even more impossible. No matter how grateful the Life Empire was to him, Serena would not agree to hand over Alba King's body.

Ronan thought casually, then slowly pulled up his robe, revealing his well-proportioned and smoothly sculpted right arm.

Only he could perceive that beneath that smooth, resilient skin, a purple cocoon of Light Chrysalis, resembling a [Secret Chrysalis], was deeply rooted.

With a slight thought, Ronan's Light Chrysalis quietly opened, releasing countless purple rays that naturally merged into his flesh and blood, and even his soul.

It blends perfectly with the texture of flesh and blood, and the veins of the soul.

In an instant, a vast amount of energy was drawn down from the unknown void and poured into Ronan's right arm.

As if fiery star veins were rolling through his flesh, Ronan's entire right elbow and above began to rapidly crystallize, with rings of purple Star Ring emerging, much like the original Law Control Armlet, but with some differences.

These Star Ring were connected to his bloodline, as if they were a natural part of his body. Ronan could mobilize the massive amount of energy contained within them with every move he made.

"Magic Control Body"

The radiance emanating from the dazzling Star Ring on his semi-crystalline right arm bathed Ronan's pupils and white hair in a hazy, luxurious purple. He raised his hand, fingers spread, and aimed it at the barren, decaying plains of Quevada.

"[Law Control]!"

"Buzz--"

A black hole of energy, exuding a strong aura of taboo, suddenly appeared in the field of vision. As it rotated slightly, its terrifying [Annihilation] power shattered large swathes of void and even affected the earth beneath.

Ronan raised his hand, looking at his right arm with its flowing Star Ring, a look of satisfaction on his face.

Just as he had anticipated, after the first [Law Control] rune was successfully inscribed, a part of the Magic Control Body was also formed.

With the support of a portion of the Magic Control Body, the backlash from a single [Law Control] amplification had almost no effect on him. He could easily withstand it without even activating the Ancient Mara Body.

Originally, the [Forbidden Black Hole] technique could be amplified twice, or two hundred times, through the [Law Control] rune in the Soul Rune and the Law Control Armlet.

Now that the [Law Control] Soul Rune is engraved on his soul and flesh, and he no longer has the Law Control Armlet, he is only left with the effect of a single hundredfold amplification. The ultimate power of [Forbidden Black Hole] has been reduced.

However, the advantage is that there is no backlash, and after the [Law Control] inscription was successfully completed and a part of the Magic Control Body was formed, his right arm with the Star Ring seemed to have an almost inexhaustible energy supply, connected to the unknown void, allowing him to cast spells repeatedly in a short period of time.

"The key is still the second [Law Control] inscription."

When the two runes work together, achieving a ten-thousand-fold amplification effect, it will far exceed the amplification effect of two stacked runes of two hundred times.

Ronan thought to himself.

He has already begun his analysis of the second [Law Control], still choosing the arm position, this time the hand guard, representing "Helamus's Helamus's Touch of Magic Control".

However, as one of the core inherited runes of Helamus, the second [Law Control] rune remains incredibly profound and complex.

Ronan had forgotten how long it took him to fully understand his first [Law Control] rune.

"Understanding, comprehending, and engraving. It takes at least ten years or even longer to fully master a single rune."

There are eight more runes.

Ronan roughly calculated that it would probably take nearly a hundred years to achieve a complete Magic Control Body.

"Fortunately, I'm still young."

That was the only way he could console himself.