In the current Wizard World, no one knows if there are still "Awakening Snakes" or "Awakening Snake Venom" in existence. Ronan can only temporarily set aside the refining of this potion, hoping to gather the materials in the future.
Without the aid of the "Awakening Potion," relying solely on the soul’s self-purification ability, the safest and most stable interval between two "Dream Entries" is three years.
Considering Ronan’s will is far sturdier and stronger than that of a normal Wizard, having lived a complete seventy-two-year life during his first Dream Entry, Alazan’s suggestion was to make the interval at least not shorter than a year.
Privately, Ronan considered shortening this ti to half a year...
As usual, Ronan was performing his ditation exercises. In the Consciousness Space, ancient Stars transford and scattered, with starlight flowing.
Suddenly, a giant golden ladybug zood across the starry sky like a burning cot.....
Ronan’s spirits lifted, and he slowly exited the ditation state.
Imdiately after, so unclear images began to appear in his mind.
Fragnted voices erged from the images, giving Ronan the feeling of watching an old television set with poor signal reception—
"Both of us are Level 4, dealing with a Level 3 kid... do we really need to use this?"
"The Purple Mist Flower Juice is just to make sure nothing goes wrong... This is a plan personally devised by Fuming Ge; you should know his temperant; he can’t tolerate any surprises..."
"Ten percent is enough to turn him into a lamb to the slaughter. Such a precious poison shouldn’t be wasted entirely on a re Level 3... what’s left, we can split, exactly what I need to use for sothing with Purple Mist Flower Juice..."
"I know what I’m doing..."
"..If Goodman knew that the disciples he once neglected and sent to the Southern would one day bring him such enormous return, he probably wouldn’t have risked ascending to Level 6 ten years ago..."
"..Fuming Ge has talent, skills, and ambition. He’s been scheming for this day for a whole two hundred years...
This is his due; everything has long been predestined, and nothing will change that—
you say, once we obtain the inheritance, if..."
"Get rid of those unrealistic thoughts in your head, Lumian, be careful not to bring trouble to yourself.."
...
Ronan looked quietly at the image of the two people, one standing and the other sitting, conversing until the image completely disappeared from his mind.
In the quiet ditation room, the array glimred faintly, and an inexplicable oppressive atmosphere slowly spread.
After a long silence, Alazan’s voice broke the peace.
"It seems your worries are not without reason... how do you plan to respond?"
Ronan thought for a mont and said, "Here, there are too many uncertain factors, and I don’t have complete confidence."
"Then what’s your idea?"
"Try to find a way to leave early."
Ronan spoke calmly, "I’ve tried, the protective array on the outside of this airship is solid, but I have the ans to quickly break through it... though to do so without alarming them, might require your help..."
Alazan was silent for a few breaths and then slowly said, "Okay."
Ronan nodded and closed his eyes again.
He continued the previously interrupted ditation.
His mood didn’t fluctuate in the slightest, as if nothing had happened.
.....
On the first floor of the garden villa, a shapely maid carrying steaming dishes quickly headed up to the second floor.
At a certain corner of the staircase, ti seed to freeze.
A slender figure slowly erged from the wall.
Cooper reached out and gently stroked a steaming bowl of thick soup on the maid’s tray, so almost imperceptible powder fell from his nails into the soup.
The steam rising from the thick soup montarily turned a mystical and beautiful purple, like a blooming Ronan, then all the purple quickly dissipated, and "frozen ti" resud its flow.
The unsuspecting maid continued to maintain her posture going upstairs, soon arriving at a room at the end of the second floor.
After a gentle knock on the door, it opened from within, and a handso young man with white hair wearing a black Magic Robe with silver edges stepped out.
The maid carefully offered the tray, and the man naturally picked up a silver spoon to taste the most tempting looking thick soup in the bowl.
After tasting, the young man’s face showed slight satisfaction. He accepted the food, waving his hand as the serving maid retreated respectfully.
At the mont the door closed again, Cooper’s figure appeared silently like a ghost in front of the door, gave a slight smirk, and then vanished into thin air.
......
With the sound of trickling spring water, in the beautiful and tranquil garden, two figures walked side by side along a flower cluster path paved with pebbles.
"It’s been three days."
Lumian, as if shrouded in steamy heat, lightly dusted off the Fire Lizard Skin robe he wore, speaking with a blank expression, "By now, that kid should have turned into a puddle of pus, right? His soul should’ve been completely corroded.."
Cooper, like the garden’s true master, walked leisurely toward the house not far ahead, shaking his head as he went.
"I didn’t use much; otherwise, we wouldn’t need to wait three days..
He’s probably in a near-death coma now, but definitely beyond saving."
Speaking, Cooper flipped his hand, a Crystal Ball emitting a faint blue light appeared between his fingers.
He casually glanced inside the Crystal Ball, but his brow quickly furrowed.
"What? Is sothing wrong?"
Lumian caught the unusual expression on Cooper’s face and asked.
Cooper didn’t speak, just squinted his eyes slightly. His figure flickered and appeared on the second floor of the garden villa.
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