Chapter 636: Chapter 290: Fourfold Reincarnation, Stars Born in the Spiritual Sea
Ronan and the girl settled down in the mountains and forests.
The girl he nad Molli’er was responsible for taking care of his daily life. He taught her to read, identify herbs, hunt, and the skills of fighting with wild beasts.
He himself devoted all his energy to studying the Ancient Spirit Text.
Every so often, a golden ladybug representing Alazan would appear under the moonlight, bringing him new spiritual text patterns.
Keeping a highly similar frequency to the appearance of the golden ladybug were the Black Snake Knights of the Deep Imrsion Church. Every few months, they would search the mountains, looking for the “Golden Canary” that inexplicably escaped from the pope’s side.
Ronan and Molli’er had to keep moving deeper into the forests, constantly distancing themselves from people.
Five years later, the frequency of appearances of the Black Snake Knights decreased.
After ten years, they saw no trace of anyone again.
In every corner of the Deep Imrsion Church’s coverage area, they had searched thoroughly many tis. The exalted Female Pope seed to have finally given up completely on the idea of finding Ronan.
Year after year passed, day and night alternated, seasons changed.
On a snowy winter night, Molli’er, who had loyally served Ronan her whole life, died of old age by the campfire.
She t the brightest dawn of her life on a breezy, warm afternoon when he unexpectedly barged into her life, step by step leading her out of the mire and ignorance, granting her courage, wisdom, strength… painting her gray, stagnant life with many bright and unique colors.
Molli’er passed away in contentnt and peace.
In the third year after Molli’er’s death, Ronan also finally reached the end of this life’s reincarnation.
In his final monts, Ronan saw a giant black snake slithering out of the void, with Catherine wearing a crown and holding a scepter on its back, looking at him coldly, just like when he left…
…….
“Buzz——”
The air emitted a faint tremor, and Ronan opened his eyes.
In front of him was still the clean and bright interior of the Tower of Knowledge, with endlessly stretching bookshelves occupying his entire view.
His body and brain, like machines that hadn’t been in operation for a long ti, slowly started turning their gears, as so rust marks gradually fell off….
The twilight and sense of weariness in Ronan’s eyes slowly faded away, like silt in muddy water gradually settling to the bottom, and his gaze regained its clarity.
“This ti… I stayed inside for eighty-five days?”
Ronan softly spoke, his voice sowhat dry and hoarse after not speaking for a long ti.
“Just about.”
Alazan’s voice sounded in his ear, “During this period, I transmitted a total of four hundred and thirty-two Ancient Spirit Texts to you… how many do you still rember now?”
Ronan opened his character panel, under the skills section’s rune list, dense patterns of Ancient Spirit Texts filled the blank spaces, with no proficiency level displayed, as these didn’t count as true runes.
The total was four hundred and thirty-one; the last Ancient Spirit Text transmitted by Alazan hadn’t been completely morized before the life in that cycle ca to an end.
“Less than half.”
Ronan pondered for a while and answered Alazan.
He didn’t want to reveal his secret of having a panel.
“That’s already very good.”
Alazan comforted, “No matter how real, dreams are ultimately dreams, and after waking up, the things you’ve experienced in the dream inevitably get taken away by the tide like a beach at low tide…
You’re not the first wizard to think of using ‘Reincarnation Dreams’ this way; for most people, retaining a third of what they learned in the dream after waking up is already a very good outco.”
“So you knew all along that it could be done this way? Yet you didn’t remind .”
Ronan spoke plainly.
“Don’t forget you’re just a beginner. Though you perford well in the first Spirit Heart Refinent, as your ‘guide,’ I have the responsibility to ensure you won’t get lost in the reincarnation first…”
Alazan replied with a serious tone.
“In this cycle, I saw a black snake so huge it could wrap around the entire world…”
Ronan raised his head, his eyes carrying traces of trance and reminiscence.
Alazan suddenly fell silent.
After a mont, he spoke softly, “Damien, your progress in practicing the ‘Spirit Heart Amber’ is too fast; so things are not sothing you can touch at your current stage…
Until you completely ascend to Dawn, do not continue to ‘enter dreams’.”
“You’re still hiding a lot of secrets from …”
Ronan said, and took out so food and potions from the Space Ring, quietly replenishing his body’s depleted functions from nearly three months.
When his state was restored to nearly normal, Ronan found a relatively comfortable spot to sit cross-legged, closed his eyes, and calmly spoke, “Continue, Alazan, I still have ti.”
“You…”
Alazan frowned, but before he could speak, a petal of black dandelion drifted down lightly.
In the end, all exhortations and warnings could only dissipate into light sighs.
“Sigh….”
….
Three months later, Ronan awakened from his slumber for the second ti.
This ti he spent an additional two months stabilizing his mind, sorting out the impurities in his soul, and then once again requested “dream entry” from Alazan, unsurprisingly t with strong opposition from Alazan.
“Entering ‘dreams’ twice in a row is already a very dangerous thing, and you still want to continue for a third ti.. are you really crazy?”
“I know where my limits are.”
Ronan ignited the “Golden Fire” on his soul, thin golden smoke vaporizing from his body, taking away part of the soul’s impurities.
“I rember telling you what kind of person I am… A long ti ago, soone like you told sothing similar. It was a special potion that could tear apart the soul of an ordinary wizard with just two bottles. In the end, I took six bottles…”
“I’ve seen too many people like you who fancy themselves as exceptional, and the vast majority of them were far more impressive than you.”
Alazan said coldly, “Later, they all ended their supposedly brilliant lives prematurely in endless pain and regret.”
“There are always exceptions, aren’t there?”
Ronan calmly spoke, “I know what you’re worried about, Alazan. If I get lost and sink… my remains can be left to you.”
After speaking, Ronan closed his eyes.
…
Four months later, Ronan awakened.
His once clear eyes seed to be shrouded in a layer of gray veil, and his consciousness appeared sowhat chaotic, but the whole person emitted an indescribably profound and heavy aura, inside and out.
This ti, he took a longer ti to sort himself out.
The flas of the “Golden Soul” burned the soul, crackling like burning damp firewood, and the smoke emitted was much gray and black.
“Again.”
…
For the fourth ti, he awakened from the “Reincarnation.”
“Alazan….”
Ronan’s hoarse voice called Alazan’s na.
His eyes were cloudy, his body curled up on the ground, golden flas silently rising from his shoulders and back, igniting thick “ash smoke.”
The heavy aura on him beca thicker.
The halo of spiritual power seeped out of the body, presenting a thick amber color, completely twisting the surrounding void, and an invisible wind arose, causing the grey books on the surrounding bookshelves to rustle.
A golden ladybug quietly hovered beside him, watching him coldly.
Ronan’s consciousness was in chaos, the mories of four lifetis of “Reincarnation” intertwined, like a yarn ball unraveled and scattered by soone, ssily clogged in his mind.
He was curled up on the ground for a long ti, the golden fire continuously burning, the ash smoke unrelenting.
Months? Or half a year?
Finally, a hint of clarity returned to Ronan’s eyes.
“Alazan..”
The golden ladybug flew close to him, a cold voice sounding.
“Do you want to continue?”
Ronan silently propped himself up, leaning against the bookshelf, his breath rising and falling like turbid water being constantly stirred.
“Can I still..?”
Ronan’s lips moved as he spoke, questioning Alazan, but more like questioning himself.
“It’s no longer necessary.”
The golden ladybug gently landed on the back of his hand, its tone carrying a sigh mixed with a complex intensity.
“It’s all over… Damien.”
Ronan paused, then slowly raised his head.
It was at this mont he suddenly discovered, ten deep blue crystals dazzling like falling teor stars, were quietly floating around him, surrounding him.
The surrounding scenery turned illusory at this mont, a force pushing Ronan outward.
Alazan’s final advice echoed in his ears.
“After this ends, at all costs, find a way to quickly gather the materials to make the ‘Awakening Potion’…”
“..Mm.”
……
In the sky above the Spirit Lake Secret Realm Space, several figures in moon white robes appeared.
“It’s almost ti…”
One of the Moon White Robed Wizards looked at the golden hourglass in his hand, which was about to run out, and spoke lightly.
The others nodded, and one of them picked up a short stick in his hand, lightly tapping before the void like a drum.
The void rippled in large patterns, spreading throughout the entire Spirit Lake Space in an instant.
Soon, around the few Moon White Robed Wizards, so silhouettes wearing various colored robes appeared.
In shrouded shapes, so faces were unclear, so nearly half their bodies hidden in the void, but without exception, every figure exuded an aura far beyond that of an ordinary Dawn Wizard.
Though these silhouettes stood chaotically, they roughly ford three gathered areas, representing the three major school forces of Spirit Lake, distinctly separated from each other.
With all the high-level mbers of the three major school forces present, three Grey Robed figures quietly erged.
On these three people, almost no feeling of any powerful aura existed, yet their appearance prompted all the wizards present to bow uniformly, revealing their exceedingly extraordinary status.
The three Grey Robe individuals exchanged simple glances, the leading Grey Robe holding a rattan magic staff as tall as a person, lips slightly moving as if silently giving instructions.
The initial group of Moon White Robed Wizards received the command, waved their wands, and an intriguing chanting of spells began.
After several breaths, beneath everyone, the Spirit Lake, smooth and serene like the Sky Mirror, started to ripple with slight undulations.
It was as if invisible raindrops were falling from the void, landing on the lake surface, creating ripple after ripple.
Gradually, in each circular ripple, “stars” lit up, either bright or dim.
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