Chapter 182: Chapter 107: The Wanxiang Treasure Pearl, Brilliant Enough to Dazzle in Defeat Chapter 182: Chapter 107: The Wanxiang Treasure Pearl, Brilliant Enough to Dazzle in Defeat “Don’t talk anymore…”
The ponytail witch had red eyes and seed to be on the verge of tears as she supported Ronan, “I knew it, I shouldn’t have brought you here.”
Nad Fuling, the beautiful witch had known him for just half a day; not only had she acted as a “guide,” but she also stayed with him in the secret realm until the very last mont.
Ronan touched his own cheek, suddenly feeling that being handso did indeed have its advantages, whether in the mundane world or the Wizard World.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
Ronan comforted the ponytail witch.
After downing several healing potions, he could feel the wounds on his back beginning to heal; though horrific, they were, to him with his remarkable physique, just a passing issue.
Suddenly, a slight fluctuation of energy particles arose behind him.
Ronan turned and looked towards the water he had erged from, only to find that the previous entrance to the secret realm had completely disappeared, its new location unknown.
They had only just made it out in ti.
“I’ll take you back to the Magic Ring.”
Seeing that Ronan’s condition had improved, ponytail witch Fuling proactively offered to take him back.
Ronan thought for a mont and did not refuse.
The two flew back to the Magic Ring and eventually parted ways at the gate of Seventh Ring City, each keeping an imprint of the other’s private communication stone for future contact.
After sending Fuling off, Ronan did not return to the Seventh Magic Ring; instead, he went straight to Blueberry Inn.
Blueberry Inn.
Inside the washroom.
Ronan stood under the tal showerhead with his eyes closed, warm water gushing onto his face and swiftly flowing down his body, gradually washing away the fatigue left from successive battles.
After the shower, Ronan dried the water off his hair and slowly stepped out of the washroom.
Right outside the washroom was a large full-length mirror, reflecting Ronan’s bare body within.
“Mirror…”
Ronan touched the cold, smooth surface of the mirror, his eyes flickering; he now had a bit of a psychological shadow about mirrors.
His experience in the Mysterious Garden Secret Realm still left him sowhat traumatized; that terrible transparent humanoid monster…
Ronan checked his back; the wounds had mostly healed, leaving only a long, thin bloodline extending along his spine.
The bloodline was filled with dense space-related energy particles, akin to irregularly shaped, sharp-edged mirror shards embedded in the flesh, occasionally causing him a piercing pain.
At that mont, the white light ball inside Ronan that symbolized vitality had shrunk to the size of a pigeon’s egg.
This was definitely his most substantial depletion since activating [Pure Body]…
He was almost injured fundantally, and even his skin seed to have lost so of its luster.
Opening his character panel, the proficiency level next to [Ascetic Body Refinent] showed 182 points.
Ronan rembered that when he left the “Damp Jungle” after battling two second-level wizards back-to-back, the proficiency for [Ascetic Body Refinent] was 162 points, master level.
Enduring several second-tier spells had only increased his proficiency by 5 points, yet rely being struck by that translucent creature in the secret realm’s space had boosted his proficiency by a full 20 points!
That creature’s strength was truly fearso.
“Like an alchemy product created using space and mirror magic, similar to an elental puppet’s existence…”
Ronan thought silently to himself in front of the mirror.
That mysterious garden in the secret realm seed like just the back garden of so wizard’s private residence, a place for daily leisure and relaxation.
And the space elent that attacked him seed just like a gardener tasked with tending the garden…
If even the “gardener” was so fearso, Ronan could hardly imagine the level of power possessed by the garden’s owner, a formidable wizard.
The glorious heyday of the Ancient Wizard Force of Mirror Court was evident.
“When I’m stronger, if this secret realm remains unexplored, I must return there…”
The unexplored parts of the garden and the areas beyond it…
Mysterious, unknown, dangerous…
also represent imnse wealth and opportunities!
Ronan took a deep breath, casually threw on a brand new spare Magic Robe, sat down on the sofa in the living room, and then took out the items he had risked his life to obtain during this venture into the secret realm from his Waist Storage Bag.
A fist-sized sphere fell into Ronan’s hand.
The sphere was silver-white, with a surface as smooth and reflective as a mirror, yet it did not reflect any physical object, only showing so mysterious lights moving beneath it.
Initially, there were three items on the small white table; in a critical mont, Ronan only had ti to grab one.
And this silver sphere was the one closest to him.
Ronan held the sphere in his hand and examined it closely; to the naked eye, nothing was apparent, so he infused it with his spiritual power.
Quickly, fragnted information feedback into Ronan’s mind.
“Wanxiang…
Treasure Bead.”
Ronan softly voiced the content of this information, his eyes slightly twinkling.
Was this the na of the bead?
He effortlessly found the rune imprint serving as its core.
It was a rune pattern shaped like an eye, its “pupil” composed of densely packed prisms…
This was the most complex and mysterious rune Ronan had ever seen.
He couldn’t confirm the grade or level of this rune, but he was sure it was above the second-tier.
He carefully observed the “eye-shaped” rune, imrsing his mind in the countless lines that composed it, just as a child lying on the grass in sumr might be captivated by the mysterious expanse and depth of the starry sky.
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