The Path of Battle Methods, Interception

Ronan was approaching the edge of the wilderness, where a dense, dark forest bordered.

Following the instructions transmitted by the fluctuations in his mind, he entered the forest and, in less than the time it takes to traverse two hourglasses, finally stopped in front of a bare stone wall.

Ronan carefully examined the stone wall in front of him but couldn't see anything unusual about it.

The moonlight overhead remained cold and clear, filtering through the gaps in the dense forest. In a daze, it seemed as if countless green worms were rapidly crawling down the air, vying to burrow into his body.

Beneath the Ittrium Robe, the green spot on his chest had grown larger, and the outline of a wolf silhouette was already faintly visible.

Ronan was not far from having Finnir's Mark completely imprinted on him. He even felt an uncontrollable urge to rush towards the moonlight streaming down his face, and the two bloodlines within him began to stir restlessly.

Ronan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and a white vortex formed from his palm, then rapidly expanded.

As the vortex fully formed, a figure slowly emerged from it.

Judging from their figures, it was clearly Fawara and his companion.

"Stay inside and don't come out!"

After emerging from the vortex, Fawara immediately stopped, turned around, and scolded Rick behind him.

The latter pursed his lips, finally letting go of the hem of Fawara's robe, silently retreating, and disappearing into the white halo.

Ronan watched this scene without saying anything, and casually dispersed the spatial exit.

The Mirror of Emptiness has the effect of isolating Finnir's Will, so Ronan thought of having Fawara and the other person hide in it temporarily.

A small area separated from the Mist Space will not expose other beings living within the Mist Space, such as the Saint Blood Tree.

In reality Ronan could easily have thrown Fawara and the other man into the other side of the mirror— the Minotaur's Endless Labyrinth— with just a slight change of heart, but he didn't want to do so.

Although Rick's "World Source" is miraculous, getting involved with it means endless trouble. Just as Ronan said before, his only goal at this stage is to leave Finnir Territory.

Clearly, Fawara understood this as well. Both were intelligent people, and they understood each other implicitly. This was the main reason why Fawara was so "easy" to enter the Mist Space.

Is this the place?

Ronan pointed to the stone wall in front of him and asked Fawara.

Fawara nodded. "Give me some time."

After saying that, he quickly took out a small brown box, about the size of a palm, from the Space Ring in his hand.

Upon opening it, you can see that it is filled with black beetles the size of a fingernail.

Upon exposure to light, these previously motionless beetles immediately became restless.

The black beetle reminded Ronan of the World Devouring Insect that he still kept in a Space Ring.

To curb the uncontrolled proliferation of the World Devouring Insect, which eventually became uncontrollable, Ronan had long ago used Ice Magic to freeze them all, putting them into a dormant state.

Now that he's arrived in the Middle Ring Wizard World, it's time to put the task that Alazan him—finding the legacy of an ancient wizard who possessed the ability to control the World Devouring Insect —onto his agenda. After all, if he can successfully master it, it will undoubtedly become another powerful trump card in Ronan's hands.

Just as I was thinking casually, Fawara in front of me started moving quickly.

He used his index finger and thumb to pick up a small black beetle from the box, and with a "smack," he crushed it with a little force.

A pale red, viscous liquid immediately flowed from the bursting beetle's body. Fawara remained unfazed, dipping his finger in the liquid and smearing it on the smooth stone wall.

The pale red beetle fluid left striking marks on the stone wall, resembling some kind of ancient writing.

Fawara worked tirelessly, stroke after stroke, each stroke costing him the cost of crushing a black beetle.

The number of black beetles in the small brown box in his hand decreased rapidly. Ronan glanced at it and realized that there were more than just these strange insects in the box.

After the swarm of insects on the surface of the box disappeared, several round, nut-like objects were gradually revealed underneath.

At this point, Fawara was nearing the end of his painting on the stone wall.

The strange written symbols were arranged in circular shapes on the stone wall, forming a complex magic circle-like pattern.

As Fawara finished his final stroke, faint runic ripples emanated from the stone wall.

Ronan immediately activated the [Eye of Truth], and silvery-white light wove an eye pattern between his brows.

Under the detection of the [Eye of Truth], the originally unremarkable stone wall is now undergoing violent energy fluctuations.

Ronan's eyes showed deep surprise.

Both the changing Rune Array before his eyes and the way Fawara activated the array were beyond his understanding and knowledge of runic literature.

Clearly, in the application of runic arts, the Wizard World of the Middle Ring has far surpassed that of the Upper Ring Continent.

As the magic array hidden in the stone wall was activated, the scene before Ronan rapidly changed.

A vast forest rapidly faded from his view, as if an Invisible Hand were slowly peeling back a sheet of paper to reveal its true nature.

A vast, flat white patch of land suddenly appeared within the dense jungle.

In the very center of the land, a huge spring is gushing forth, constantly changing its colors.

A melodious song emanated from the spring, as if a group of beautiful young girls were hiding among it, singing merrily.

"Is this the Fountain of Freedom?"

Ronan stared at the seven-colored fountain in front of him, a strange look on his face, and asked a question.

"Yes."

Fawara answered, then picked a nut from the box in his hand and handed it to Ronan, "Once the singing stops, the teleportation function of the Fountain of Freedom will be available."

"Then throw the fruit into the spring, and you can go wherever you want to go."

"Are all ten realms acceptable?"

Ronan took the fruit and casually played with it in his hand.

Only half.

Fawara looked at him with a strange expression and said, "Don't you know that some private teleportation portals to different realms were closed a long time ago?"

"Yeah?"

Ronan smiled, said nothing more, put away the nuts, and casually said, "Actually, I'm more curious about how you plan to take him to the World Root."

"To be honest, I don't know either."

Fawara shook his head, a fleeting look of confusion crossing his remaining eye, but it quickly returned to its calm.

"Let's take it one step at a time. There'll always be a way, won't there?"

Ronan could tell that Fawara must have already planned out the next steps, but he didn't need to explain it to him, his "temporary collaborator."

Both of them lost interest in talking and fell silent as they gazed at the seven-colored spring in the distance, which was constantly emitting cheerful songs.

Ronan, however, was trying to pick up where they left off with Alazan.

"The shortcut to the World Root, the Dracolis's Legendary Register, Alazan, what did you mean by that before?"

Alazan spoke slowly, "The World Root is the gathering place of the most powerful wizards. The gates of the Hall of Truth stand there, and the only path to the ninth level and above is hidden there. This is not a secret."

Dracolis' greatest achievement was leaving all subsequent wizards an opportunity to surpass their predecessors.

His legendary list has sparked countless battles and struggles, but it has also selected brilliant talents who shine like ancient stars.

Even just having your name listed in the register, even just in the supplementary register, will earn you gifts and rewards from Dracolis, greatly shortening the distance between you and the Gate of Truth."

"Deputy Recorder?!"

Ronan blinked. "The Dracolis's Legendary Register has a supplementary register?"

"Um."

Alazan. "To officially be listed in the Legendary Register, you need at least the strength of an eighth-level wizard, which is too difficult for ordinary wizards."

Perhaps Dracolis realized this, so he created supplementary registers to the register, which were independent of each other and kept separately in each domain.

The true register of legends resides in Waldsinu, a place jointly ruled by many supreme wizards.

A strange light flickered in Ronan's eyes, and he couldn't help but ask, "Then how do I get onto this list?"

Alazan chuckled softly, seemingly pleased that he had successfully piqued Ronan's interest. He spoke softly, "Like I said before, explore, fight, struggle. Don't be afraid of any challenge."

"Dracolis's eyes and ears are everywhere; no wizard's talent will be overlooked."

"I remember in the beginning, you encouraged me to take a low-key development path, Alazan."

Ronan looked at his hands and spoke softly.

He has always followed the path of Ancient Battle Method Wizard.

Elevate yourself in battle, allowing your soul to be constantly tempered in combat and slaughter.

As his first mentor on his wizarding journey, Bennigo had told him more than once that in the wizarding world, everything requires one to fight and strive for it.

Ronan has indeed grown through countless battles and struggles along the way.

However, the overall environment of the Wizard World in the Upper Ring Continent is actually relatively peaceful; it's just that he personally, whether actively or passively, keeps getting caught up in one chaotic vortex after another.

Now, according to Alazan, the competition between wizards in the Middle Ring Continent seems to be much fiercer, and the overall environment even seems to encourage fighting.

Does Dracolis's Legendary Register really have such a significant impact on Middle Ring?

Ronan thought about it, then heard Alazan say, "... Back then, you were too weak."

"And now?"

You are still weak, but...

Alazan paused, sighed softly, and said in a low voice, "Damien, my time is running out."

Ronan was stunned when he heard this.

He began to realize that Alazan's repeated actions and periods of slumber had perhaps caused far greater damage to his soul's essence than he had imagined.

Especially the time he shielded himself from the Black Wizard King's dying attack; although he remains "Awakening" now, it doesn't mean he has truly recovered.

Alazan

Ronan pursed his lips a few times, remained silent for a moment, and finally spoke suddenly, "Have you ever been on Dracolis's register?"

"Me?"

Alazan, but then seemed lost in thought and fell silent.

The cheerful singing emanating from the Seven-Colored Spring gradually came to an end. Fawara turned to look at Ronan, Ronan nodded in understanding. Then, he followed Fawara and quickly approached the direction of the Fountain of Freedom.

He held the teleportation nut that Fawara had given him in his hand, ready to release Rick from the Mist Space at any moment.

The seven-colored fountain gradually faded, as if entering a period of stability.

Just as the two were about to reach the spring, Ronan felt a sudden, inexplicable swaying in front of him.

It was as if a thick, semi-transparent black membrane had suddenly fallen, making the nearby Fountain of Freedom suddenly seem distant and blurry.

Fawara's steps came to an abrupt halt.

He suddenly looked up, staring blankly in one direction.

Ronan stopped and followed Fawara's gaze.

High in the sky in front of them, plumes of black smoke bearing human faces surged from all directions toward one point.

Amidst billowing black smoke, a deep, dark robe, as heavy as a curtain, draped down to the ground, slowly revealing the chilling, gloomy figure of an old man.

Ronan looked at the Black Robe Wizard stood in front of them with a strange expression; he looked at Fawara with a resemblance of at least six or seven points.

Turning his head, he heard Fawara slowly pronounce the other person's identity, word by word.

"Luse."