In the blink of an eye, he found himself in a completely independent space.
Up, down, left, and right were all void, with invisible space walls restricting his range of movent.
Directly ahead, three mystical towers stood tall, making Ronan, standing below them, seem insignificant as a speck of dust.
One tower seed to be forged from ancient whale bones and coral, its entire body flowing with deep blue water, the spire pointed downward, water flowing backward as if connecting to a boundless ocean.
Another tower was filled with magma, burning with eternal flas, its spire seemingly hanging with several blazing suns, their brilliance impossible to look at directly.
The last tower had no physical form, black, and seed to twist and sway continuously, reminiscent of the moon’s reflection on a calm night lake, full of mystery and tranquility.
"The brilliance of the Three Towers..."
"Has the trial begun?"
Ronan’s eyes flickered, attempting to step forward, and soon obscure information flowed from the void into his mind.
The golden ladybug transford by Alazan flew out from his forehead. Ronan thought for a mont and decided to open up and share the content with it.
......
"Juventus."
In the void space, several Wizards in moon-white Magic Robes led a person through a bright entrance.
Upon reaching a certain point before the Three Towers, the leading figure stopped, turned around, and said indifferently to the last person, "I know your identity, but the Great Elder specifically instructed that even you must adhere to so of Spirit Lake’s rules."
"Spirit Lake’s rules?"
The young man at the back of the group murmured softly, stepping forward lightly and quickly bypassing several Spirit Lake Wizards to throw himself into one of the Three Towers that resembled the moon’s reflection.
After his figure entered the tower, within a few breaths,
the entire Black Tower suddenly radiated brightly, seeming to transition from illusion to reality.
Purple "stars" generated out of thin air illuminated the shocked faces of the Spirit Lake Wizards.
They looked at the scene before them in disbelief, their expressions dazed.
After a long while, a whisper arose.
"Juventus..."
"As expected of the Black Witch King’s son..."
.....
"The Tower of Knowledge, the Magic Tower, the Tower of Souls..."
In the dark void, Ronan finished reading the information he had actively received and lifted his head to look at the three towering structures in front of him.
There was a glint of contemplation in his eyes.
"Do these correspond to the Deep Sea, Flas, and Black Moon Spirit Lake factions?"
"I thought after all this ti, the Wizard World would craft so new thods to recruit newcors, but it’s still the sa old stuff..."
Alazan’s calm voice sounded in his ear.
"What do you an?"
"In the past, when powerful factions in the Wizard World recruited newcors, they essentially assessed the Primordial Spirit Rank of new mbers.
Only Primordial Spirits above four stars have even a sliver of a chance to ascend to Twilight; almost every faction’s recruitnt standard follows this. Any lower doesn’t warrant acceptance..."
The golden ladybug fluttered its wings before Ronan, flying past the three towers one by one.
"If I’m not mistaken, these three towers are likely to test your wisdom, combat prowess, and soul aptitude respectively.
Figuring out these three aspects should be enough to estimate the rank of your future Primordial Spirit."
"Is the rank of the Primordial Spirit really that important?"
"I’ve said before that the rank of your Primordial Spirit determines the level of access you can enjoy in the Truth Hall.
The higher your permissions, the more knowledge you can actively or passively attain, the deeper it becos. Ascending to Twilight, you’ll be able to craft basic runes that are more mysterious and stronger.
Viewed superficially, the rank of the Primordial Spirit significantly determines a Wizard’s combat power.
The difference in energy scale between a one-star and nine-star Primordial Spirit being summoned by a Level 6 Wizard in a single spell casting will be more than ten thousand tis!
Many powerful Inheritance Magics also have strict requirents on the user’s Primordial Spirit rank.
If your Primordial Spirit rank isn’t high enough, you won’t even qualify to study Forbidden Curses...."
Alazan’s voice was calm, carrying a coldness approaching brutality.
Ronan pondered for a mont and asked, "How is the star level of a Primordial Spirit determined?"
"The rules of the universe and nature."
The golden ladybug landed gently on Ronan’s shoulder. "This concept is hard for you to understand now, but you’ll gradually comprehend it after your Dawn."
Ronan recalled his encounters with Level 5 Wizards, whether it was the True Spirit of the guards of the Ancient Witch Revival Association alongside Molli’er, or the elental Magic Ring Level 5 Wizard Fuming Ge’s Primordial Spirit Avatar projection; all had crystals that shone brightly like stars.
He wondered if those represented their respective Primordial Spirit ranks.
"How many ranks are there in total for Primordial Spirits?"
"Theoretically, the highest is nine stars, corresponding to the nine levels of Wizards.
There have been examples of low-star Primordial Spirits ultimately achieving a Legendary existence, but those are few. Of the Twilight-level Wizards I know, the vast majority have Primordial Spirit ranks above seven stars."
Ronan squinted, studying the magnificent towers in front, speaking softly, "How many stars do you think my Primordial Spirit rank could have?"
Alazan smiled gently.
"Honestly... I’m curious too."
Ronan took a deep breath, his gaze drifting among the three towers, finally choosing the Black Moon Tower, representing soul aptitude, and slowly walked towards it.
As he walked a certain distance, he felt an invisible resistance. Ronan tried a bit harder....
"Buzz—"
It was like when he encountered that Dark Silver Tailless Giant Dragon in the Spirit Space and felt as if his "soul left the body" under the overwhelming dragon force!
Ronan’s consciousness completely broke free from the confines of his body, being drawn towards the Black Moon Tower ahead.
A strong, overwhelming desire urged him to "enter," much like the yearning of an infant for a mother’s embrace.
Yet, in less than half a breath, all illusions vanished; instinct faded, and Ronan’s consciousness returned to his body.
Before he could recover from the brief dizziness, Alazan’s voice reached him.
"The result is out....."
Ronan ca to his senses, noticing on his right side three deep purple, multi-angled crystals.
Beautiful and radiating a dim light, much like crystals.
Ronan attempted to touch them, but his fingers passed through.
Gazing at the three illusory purple crystals that appeared from nowhere, the Black Moon Tower completely lost its original appeal to him. With a slight flicker in his gaze, he spoke calmly: "It seems my soul aptitude isn’t that great, rated only at three stars.."
"I didn’t expect it to be this poor either."
The golden ladybug that Alazan transford into hovered before Ronan, sighing lightly, "This result cos even after you’ve undergone a round of ’Spirit Heart Amber.’ Otherwise...
If it weren’t for encountering , you’d have reached the end of your Wizard path upon advancing to Dawn."
Ronan ignored Alazan’s remarks. In truth, he wasn’t surprised by the outco.
Even using nine stars to categorize soul aptitude, he estimated his initial soul aptitude was only one star. After the East Coast trip, it might have reached two stars, and after seventy-two years of Reincarnation and Dreams, it improved further to the current three stars.
"Be grateful, Damien.
Soul aptitude has never been a barrier for Spirit Heart Wizards. ’Spirit Heart Amber’ will continually unlock your soul potential, elevating your soul step by step until it’s complete..."
"Had I known, I should have trained more with ’Spirit Heart Amber’ before taking this test. That way, the final rating might have let experience being hailed as a super genius, admired by all."
Ronan spoke nonchalantly, then directly headed towards the second Fla Tower.
Undergoing a similar experience to the Black Moon Tower, consciousness detached, but this ti after regaining awareness, Ronan realized his surroundings had changed.
"This is..."
Ronan imdiately noticed sothing amiss, looking down at his hands.
His ten fingers seed illusory, woven from countless fine strands of white light, just like the rest of his body.
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