Dracolis's Legendary Register and the Ten Primordial Fiends

"Finnir Territory."

Ronan murmured the name, and the moon in the night sky before him continued to turn green.

The moonlight shone on him, initially like jade, then slowly turning into the appearance of rusted bronze.

Green moonlight gathered around him, seeping through his flesh, as if it were alive and trying to burrow into his soul.

A bone-chilling cold rose from the depths of Ronan's heart. In the dim light, he saw large patches of dark cloud-like shadows emerging around the full moon above, slowly forming a huge black wolf shadow in the sky.

The green full moon was positioned right in the center of the wolf's brow, like a third eye, coldly watching him.

"What's going on? Alazan!"

Ronan unleashed his full mental power to resist the all-pervasive moonlight, while simultaneously asking himself rapidly.

"It is Finnir's Blessing."

"Finnir's Blessing?"

Ronan frowned.

Although Alazan used the word "blessing," Ronan didn't sense any joy in his tone, and he instinctively felt resistant.

"Some of your potential has been recognized by Finnir, and it is trying to leave its mark on you."

Alazan murmured with emotion, "I originally thought you would only receive such treatment when you first set foot in Phoenix Realm and Ice Ruins, but I never expected that the first person to take notice of you would be Finnir."

Is it a good thing or a bad thing?

"If you are willing to become a follower of Finnir, that would be a wonderful thing."

Ronan stopped asking questions, and didn't have time to ask any more.

At this moment, the mysterious power contained in the green moonlight had invaded his soul. The [Spirit Heart Amber] provided some resistance, but it still left a mark on his body. Now, whenever Ronan closes his eyes slightly, a huge wolf shadow that coldly stares at him and whose face cannot be seen will appear before him.

At the same time, the mountain of corpses piled up beneath his feet began to tremble.

The [Sin] fire from purgatory rose again. The Infernal Three-Headed Hound, which he had forcibly "dismembered" in the sinking tunnel, now had Black Tentacles growing from the cuts of each of its body parts. These tentacles then intertwined and quickly reassembled.

"Roar!"

Three overlapping roars erupted into one [Rage] sound, and endless black and red flames burst forth like a volcano beneath Ronan's feet. As he stepped aside, the massive three-headed hellhound emerged from the flames, completely unharmed.

The previously stunned Boen finally snapped out of his daze, rushed forward, pointed at Fawara and the other man not far away, and roared, "Cerberus, help me capture them!"

But the revived infernal hound completely ignored his command, howling as it lunged straight at Ronan.

"Let's go!"

Fawara, who was standing to the side, also snapped out of his shock and immediately grabbed the curly-haired boy behind him, quickly retreating into the distance.

Damn it!

Boen watched Fawara and the other man flee, his face grim. He wanted to give chase, but faced with the threat of being alone with Fawara, he weighed his options briefly. Finally, he turned his gaze to the mysterious figure that appeared in mid-air alongside the hound of purgatory, his eyes flashing with a chilling light.

"Then I'll deal with you first."

He didn't know what went wrong with the process of summoning Infernal Three-Headed Hound, why the terrifying hellhound had descended in the form of corpses, or why it had also emerged from the summoning portal.

However, he now clearly sensed that the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the mysterious wizard were only at level five.

Although he felt a slight unease, with his Level Six Wizard and the addition of "Cerberus," what unexpected event could possibly occur?

Once Cerberus's anger is appeased, he will obediently follow his instructions and quickly catch up with Fawara again.

"Roar--"

Black and red flames, accompanied by a violent roar, instantly filled the entire sky.

This flame was unlike any fire magic Ronan had ever encountered before; it contained an intense sense of [Sin], and even just staring at it possessed a terrifying magical Magic Power could lead people to depravity and madness.

However, Ronan had already felt this force in the sinking tunnel and did not panic.

Endless black and red flames formed a terrifying vortex in the sky, swirling wildly around Ronan.

Ronan's eyes subtly transformed into a pure silver hue, with countless Mirrorlight spreading around him like a rapidly unfolding silver Rubik's Cube.

Each Mirrorlight seemed to connect to an unknown world. Once all the black and red flames entered his Spiritual Force Field, they were immediately divided and dissolved, disappearing into the Mirrorlight. Ronan seemed to be standing in an invincible realm.

"Go to hell!"

A chilling voice drifted across the chaotic battlefield, Boen, clad in a platinum cloak, appeared high in the sky.

He formed a hand seal, and a large amount of free energy gathered behind him, instantly condensing into a Dharma body giant that was over two hundred meters tall.

This avatar resembled a mysterious statue, its entire body covered in intricate stripes. It held a scepter, upon which the three elemental energies of ice, fire, and quicksand converged, emanating a suppressive and terrifying aura. It struck Ronan's back with what appeared to be a slow but actually swift blow.

Ronan didn't even glance at him, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the countless Mirrorlight that had accumulated to a peak around him suddenly collapsed.

In an instant, countless bright silver rays of light burst forth!

"Whoosh--"

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

In the sky, the surging, continuous infernal fire was silently cut into small, black and red cubes, separating from each other.

The roar of the Infernal Three-Headed Hound abruptly ceased, its massive body remaining motionless. Then, along with Boen, who was also frozen in place behind Ronan, and the divine statue holding the scepter, it silently disintegrated into pieces.

"Click--"

A sound like something breaking rang out.

With a deathly pale face Boen tumbled awkwardly from a distant point in the void.

He looked down at the completely shattered gray stone tablet in his palm, then slowly raised his head in disbelief, staring at the tall, slender figure emitting a faint silver light in the distance with a look of utter disbelief.

"This is... Level 5?!"

Boen now finally understood why Cerberus had arrived in the form of severed limbs.

That monster.

That monster that descended with Cerberus!

On the surface, he only appeared to be Level Five Wizard, but in a single exchange, he nearly shredded his body and soul to pieces!

Ronan stood calmly in place, his eyes seemingly filled with flowing mercury.

[The Minotaur's Illusory Palace!]

When [Space Mirror Art] successfully advanced to the Grandmaster level, which is the realm of Forbidden Law Domain, it finally began to reveal the unpredictability and domineering nature of Space Magic.

[The Minotaur's Illusory Palace and Illusion] is only at the beginning of the forbidden realm, and its understanding of the rules is far from being reached. However, with its exquisite transformations, it can easily resist the infernal fire of the Rule Control level. Moreover, it also contains the spatial collapse and spatial rupture power that Ronan once dreamed of. It is a combination of offense and defense, and its comprehensive ability is almost comparable to his several trump card killing moves.

There's a saying in the Wizard World: "When time is out of the question, space reigns supreme." This isn't just a casual remark; the power of spatial magic far surpasses that of ordinary elemental magic.

Only

"Slap--Slap--"

The Infernal Three-Headed Hound, which he had just cut into countless small pieces with his Space Mirror Art, is now growing tentacles again, showing signs of healing and regeneration.

"That's just how the creatures of Purgatory are; they're very difficult to kill completely, they can only be driven away or suppressed."

Alazan whispered in his mind, "They are born from the [Sin] of all living things, and Purgatory is said to be one of the derivative planes of the Abyss."

Ronan's eyes flickered, and after a moment, his silver eyes suddenly turned snow-white.

Beneath the Itai black robe, a torrent of snow-white Torrent surged forth, instantly freezing the newly formed head of a hellhound.

Ronan lifted his sleeve and stored the head of the Hellhound, which was completely frozen into a block of ice, into his Space Ring. Then, he randomly chose a direction and quickly disappeared without looking back.

He had just "landed" in Middle Ring and knew nothing about the place. There was no need for him to continue getting entangled with such an "unkillable monster."

Only after Ronan's figure had completely disappeared from sight and mental perception did Boen slowly fly back from a distance.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the not-yet-fully-reconstructed corpse of the Infernal Three-Headed Hound vanished, transforming back into an iron plate that fell back into his hand.

However, this ancient token was now covered in cracks, and the surface of the token was engraved with the image of Infernal Three-Headed Hound. One of the heads was missing a piece, as if it had been forcibly broken off.

A hint of heartache flashed in Boen's eyes. He looked up at the two directions of the silent wilderness, his expression shifting. Finally, he slowly pulled up his cloak, and his entire body transformed into a beam of platinum light and disappeared.

"Boom!"

A small mountain under the night sky exploded, and Ronan slowly walked into the cave carved out by magic.

He entered the Mist Space directly from a location where the moonlight couldn't reach.

Far from the Saint Blood Tree and the settlements of the barbarian elves, the head of the Hellhound, frozen by Primordial Frost, lies silently here.

Ronan sat cross-legged on the frozen head, his Ittrium Robe automatically disintegrating to reveal his perfectly sculpted physique.

Ronan's gaze immediately fell on his chest, where an ugly green spot had appeared, like a birthmark or verdigris.

Even more bizarrely, these green spots seem to be constantly expanding and growing.

"Alazan."

Ronan called out the name of Alazan.

A glowing Golden Ladybug slowly crawled out from his chest, circling around the green spot on Ronan's chest.

"It's time to tell me everything about Middle Ring."

Ronan spoke calmly.

"Where would you like me to begin?"

"For example, the Finnir Territory."

The Golden Ladybug stopped crawling, then flapped its wings, flew to Ronan's side, and stopped.

"Finnir Territory."

Alazan seems to be organizing his thoughts.

A moment later, his voice rang out leisurely.

"Dracolis, the First Generation leader of the Schubert's Utopia, in an era when the gods had withdrawn, ignited the fire of divinity in a mortal body, stole a portion of the authority of the god of wisdom and books, and created—'The Dracolis's Legendary Register '."

This directory connects to the World Root, revealing all the secrets of what has happened, is happening, and will happen in the future.

It is said that any wizard who obtains this list is not far from 'omniscience' and 'immortality'.

Alazan's narration brought a glimmer of hope to Ronan, as if an ancient epic door had been opened before his eyes.

He knew Schubert, he knew Utopia.

The legacy of the Alchemist [Golden Country], and the [Myriad Treasure Orb] he still carries, both originated from Schubert.

The name "Schubert" held a unique meaning for Ronan, but even so, he couldn't help but interrupt, "What does this have to do with the Finnir Territory?"

It all started with that list from Dracolis.

Alazan chuckled softly.

"The Dracolis's Legendary Register records all the people and things in this world that possess legendary characteristics and potential."

Wizards, monsters, runes, potions, spells, magical artifacts. Everything.

Anything that can leave a mark on the Dracolis register can easily become famous throughout the world.

Countless people will follow in your footsteps, praise your name, and spread your deeds. Even fate will favor you.

The closer one is to the top of the list, the more this is true.

This time, Ronan didn't interrupt again, but simply listened quietly.

"In the Dracolis Legendary Register, specifically the volume recording magical beasts, the Apocalypse Demon Wolf Finnir is prominently listed, and quite high up."

"You still haven't explained the origin of the Finnir Territory."

Ronan spoke in a low voice.

"Be patient, Damien, we'll get to it soon."

Alazan softly, "Finnir, as one of the most powerful and top-tier ferocious beasts in the ancient times, participated in the war of the gods that almost swept away all powerful beings."

In that battle, countless powerful bloodlines perished, and even those who survived suffered severe damage.

They all fell into an endless slumber, and their powerful force field radiation, along with their bloodline's instinct for self-regeneration, caused them to unconsciously merge with the shattered world plates, thus forming the unique secret realm you see now.

Describing it as a secret realm isn't quite accurate, because it's so vast that any one of them would far exceed the size of the entire Upper Ring Continent.

But it is indeed a space that exists independently, like a secret realm; perhaps it should be called a domain."

"Even the most powerful wizard cannot separate this fusion, or rather, there is no need to separate it."

The fusion of the two is beneficial to the overall stability of the world, and wizards living within it are not greatly affected.

"Therefore, the wizards of the Middle Ring Continent named their realms after the sleeping magical beasts."

Ronan's eyes flashed as he asked, "How many beings like Finnir Territory are there in total?"

Alazan replied, "One of the top ten ancient beasts listed in the Dracolis Legendary Register."

Including Apocalypse Demon Wolf Finnir, Twilight Serpent Jormungandr, Undying Bird Phoenix, Deep Sea Leviathan, Crown Behemoth Behemoth the Giants, Mother of Dragons Tiamat, and the Primordial Frost Whale you're most familiar with, and the Ice Ruins Snow Village.

Besides these ten domains, there are many independent domains with small spaces, as well as a much larger one called Waldsinu —an independent domain created by many supreme wizards, which means 'world placenta' in the Aoling Language used by the gods.

Further down lies the legendary World Root.