He was well aware of the mistake he had made this ti, yet he couldn’t anticipate the wrath he would face from Fuming Ge.
However, Cooper had waited for a long ti, only to hear an exceptionally calm voice descending from the heights.
"Inform the South, in the na of Goodman..."
"Ronan Damien, for harming his own kin and betraying the Magic Ring, has been executed outside the Storm Realm."
"Yes."
Cooper responded respectfully.
Beneath the dark and gloomy sky, countless humanoid forms ford by refracted dim lights gazed at the seemingly eternal and colossal Eye of the Storm, whispering softly.
"Foolish ants, do they think they can find a way to survive by entering there?
The entire Storm Realm is under the surveillance of the Weaver. Inside, you can only die faster...."
"It’s a pity, Legendary Magic Controller Heramus’s legacy will be even harder to complete from now on."
As the words faded, countless lights scattered, and the humanoid shapes disappeared without a trace.
......
Southern, Silver Magic Ring.
At the top of the Seventh Silver Tower, sunlight poured in through a transparent crystal skylight, casting a golden beam in the silent study room, only disturbed by the faint sound of the flowing silver sand tir.
Kosti sat at the white aspen desk, quietly flipping through a blue book in front of her, with a quill pen occasionally gliding across the pristine paper, leaving elegant marks.
"Rustle—"
A sudden sound like quickly turning pages broke the silence of the room as a shadow of blue burst in.
"It’s a ssage from the Central!"
A brightly feathered parrot woke up from its nap, imdiately darting towards the blue bird with joyful cries.
"Let guess... it must be Ronan’s communication, judging the ti, he should have arrived."
"Borbi!"
Kosti sternly scolded, raised her hand with a light gesture, and the blue little bird voluntarily landed in her hand, transforming back into a paper bird.
"Hurry, take a look!"
Borbi flapped its wings and urged persistently.
Kosti’s fingers caressed the smooth surface of the communication blue bird, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
However, this expectation vanished without a trace once she opened the paper bird.
"Damn it! Why did it catch fire... Kosti, what are you doing? It almost burned my eyelashes!"
Borbi dodged frantically from the sudden burst of flas, watching as the communication blue bird was swiftly consud, screaming all the while.
Kosti ignored it, gently shaking off the ashes from her fingers, then stepped outside.
"I’m going to the Central."
Kosti’s voice was inscrutable, each syllable causing ripples in the void, shaking the books on the surrounding shelves.
Borbi landed on the desk, sensing the strangeness in her emotions, bewildered and unable to comprehend what had happened.
Unable to resist asking instinctively, "What are you going to do in the Central?"
"To ask the ntor in person...."
"Whoosh—"
The floor-to-ceiling window of the tower’s top abruptly swung open, a roaring wind swirling in.
A strange chill arose in the air, Kosti’s figure had already vanished, leaving only her voice echoing in the loft.
"Damien... cannot die like this, without reason!!"
.....
This was probably the worst experience Ronan ever had crossing the entrance of a Secret Realm Space.
With extrely unstable spatial energy, coupled with the power of storms and lightning, he felt as if his whole body was being torn apart throughout the process.
He didn’t know how long it lasted before everything finally ca to an end.
Ronan felt as if he had stepped into another dinsion, realizing he had fully entered the Storm Realm. The tearing sensation on his body swiftly faded, replaced by a numbness that seed to penetrate his flesh and seep into his soul, along with a tingling sensation on the surface of his skin.
Ronan strained to expand his spiritual field outward and opened his eyes, but the scene that greeted him left him slightly stunned.
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The sky was split into countless ghastly white fissures, with nurous bolts of lightning weaving into a spiderweb shape across the heavens. Lead-gray clouds surged like giant waves, and with every swell, thousands of violet electric snakes burst from the sea of clouds, slicing the sky into countless fragnts, and then transforming into torrents of lightning with a diater of at least several kiloters. These torrents descended majestically from the clouds, condensing directly into shimring silver-blue lakes on the ground. The lake’s surface surged with snake-like energy pillars, which were torn into glowing dust by the gales in the next instant...
In the void, enormous vortices floated, seemingly composed of billions of transparent blades, with spiral-shaped light whips darting out from the vortex. Each strike that landed upon the ground left scorched black ravines with a lava-like texture.
The sound of enormous and peculiar winds constantly filled his ears. It was indescribable, akin to the death wails of a thousand behemoth whales, interspersed with the high-pitched buzzing of electric currents, making every strand of his upright hair tremble with unease.
There were also flashes of lightning resembling ancient weaponry, with hurricanes etched with runic traces, the ground soaked by thunder slurry, sprouting crystal-like tendrils...
Ronan had never witnessed purgatory, but if the legendary Abyss Purgatory truly existed, one corner of it would inevitably resemble the current scene.
"Is this the retreat you had in mind all along?"
Alazan’s voice echoed in Ronan’s ear, carrying a sigh that was hard to discern whether it was of anger or helplessness.
"What else?"
Ronan quickly composed himself from the shock, adapting to the harsh environnt while replying calmly, "Do you have a better idea?"
"In an area where elents converge this way, all energy particles except for the wind and lightning attributes are completely repelled. The power of your Ice Magic and tal Magic here will be suppressed to an unprecedented degree..."
"No problem."
Ronan gulped down several bottles of Healing Potion and once again entered the state of "Ancient Mara’s Body."
The primal and demonic body stretched, black aura surging, and with a casual punch, shattered a few ball lightning that had darted close. The skin that was struck by the electric glow felt mildly numb.
"Just right, let refine my flesh... my body has plateaued for quite so ti."
The proficiency of [Ascetic Body Refinent] slowed to an exasperating crawl after breaking through Master Level fifteen hundred points, of course, also because Ronan had not found the ti to properly hamr it out. He desperately needed a chance to fully devote himself to training [Ascetic Body Refinent].
For him, this was the perfect place for hard training.
"You’re simplifying the matter..."
Alazan shook his head, and a strand of Soul Power erged from Ronan’s forehead, extending toward the stormy hell-like sky overhead.
"This place is being monitored by an ancient Elental Spirit on the brink of ascending to Level 7. It can sense your presence...."
"I know."
Ronan squinted his eyes, looked up following Alazan’s perception, and gazed.
From the first mont he stepped into the Storm Realm, he sensed an indescribable, incredibly majestic, and ancient powerful will lurking in the sky.
It was like an invisible eye of the heavens, constantly watching over Ronan.
"But a giant dragon...probably wouldn’t care much about an ant crawling right under its eyes, would it?"
"If that ant survives, and attempts to traverse its territory, then that might not be the case."
"I have a way to deal with it."
Ronan replied coolly, effectively ending his conversation with Alazan on the matter.
He could envision Alazan’s current look of grinding teeth in frustration yet being unable to do anything about Ronan’s ’impervious to advice, self-satisfied’ deanor. However, as Ronan previously stated—was there a better alternative?
Elental Magic Ring Level 4 Dawn Wizard Lumian could be considered as having died indirectly by his hands, and the Level 5 Wizard nad Fuming Ge, whom Cooper aided, was another ambitious, unscrupulous person who wouldn’t stop until he reached his goals.
From plotting for two hundred years to overthrow his teachers and rise to power, it was clear that staying within the domain of the Elental Magic Ring, or even the Life Court, ant facing endless pursuit from the other party.
Unlike before when he was in the South, this ti he had far fewer avenues of escape.
Opting to enter the Storm Realm to avoid danger seed crazed and risky, but Ronan had thought through everything thoroughly in advance. Unless an accident occurred, there shouldn’t be a major issue.
It was a ans of finding life in a desperate situation.
Walking a tightrope over a chasm—the wire connecting the two cliffs... that, too, counts as a path, doesn’t it?
"Even if you can evade the ancient Elental Spirit’s hunt, how do you plan to leave? You can’t rely on pure luck, wandering like a headless fly around here, can you?"
"That will require your guidance then..."
Ronan exhaled lightly, then gently raised his hand, releasing sothing from the Space Ring on his finger.
"And—this."
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