It was as if a bewildered child unwittingly turned a corner of an ancient page, only to discover an entire epic recorded behind it.
Ronan slowly cald down from an unprecedented, inexplicable trendous shock.
He was unclear about the order of Heramus collecting the Ancient Spirit Texts and obtaining the "Ancient Star Book" at the Star School.
But he could be sure that Heramus must have discovered a subtle connection between the two.
The "Ancient Star Book" is the correct way to unlock the truly hidden mysteries of the Ancient Spirit Texts.
Piecing together the Ten Ancient Origin Runes through the Ancient Spirit Texts, this goal is still too distant for Ronan at this stage.
Even Heramus might not have achieved it.
But using this as a clue to trace Heramus’s legendary path as a Natural Magic Manipulator could be worth a try.
"The formation of the Magic Control inheritance system can’t be unrelated to the Ancient Spirit Texts and the Ancient Star Book... Walking again along the path Heramus took should be greatly beneficial for my collection and understanding of this inheritance..."
Ronan thought silently in his heart.
In this way, the additional spell inheritance Heramus left at Spirit Lake has one more reason that it must be obtained.
"Where there’s a will, there’s a way."
Alazan had no idea just how tumultuous Ronan’s heart had beco in such a short ti because of a single sentence from him.
To Ronan’s brief response, he simply replied, "Instead of aiming too high and trying to indulge in all this, you might as well worry more about yourself..."
Alazan was naturally referring to the issue of the soul remnant from Ronan’s four reincarnations.
Ever since Ronan first tried Reincarnation and Dreams, flashes of mory from the dreams would occasionally appear before his eyes.
Now, this situation had beco more serious.
Every ti Ronan closed his eyes, overlapping mory layers would quickly flood his mind.
Each mory was so real, as if he had "personally experienced" it.
His will was so determined that even Alazan had to take note, but that didn’t an he was immune to being affected.
The crystalline clusters of mories clashed and scraped within his mind, sotis suddenly "collapsing," forcibly pulling his consciousness back to a certain "dream experience" node.
His soul’s intensity received a trendous boost, but it was laced with too many impurities, becoming like a polluted pool of water.
Back and forth, even Ronan was unsure whether his soul quality had actually improved or declined.
"This is only the beginning..."
Alazan warned in a low tone, "Your situation will beco increasingly worse... With more than three hundred years of life experiences piled together, your emotional perception will experience a ’fuse’ phenonon due to ’overload,’ your sensitivity to joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness will continually diminish, and your character will gradually develop towards ’indifference,’ losing the vibrant colors of life...
Following that, the tabolism clock of your soul will gradually crumble step by step, chaos in mory will eventually directly affect your body, your soul’s lifespan remains ample, but the flesh will decay and age more rapidly...."
Ronan knew Alazan was not just being alarmist. Similar warnings were issued multiple tis during his trials in the Tower of Knowledge, yet he chose to selectively ignore them each ti.
"I have a way."
Ronan answered calmly.
"With the Fire Magic spell specifically for soul enhancent?"
Ronan knew Alazan was referring to the Golden Fire of the Golden Soul.
"Part of the plan."
After a mont of contemplation, Ronan slowly said, "If my understanding is correct.
When a Level 3 Wizard advances to Level 4 Dawn, their soul undergoes substantial refinent..."
"I guessed your final reliance would be this..."
Alazan’s forceful tone suddenly softened, and he sighed softly, saying in a low voice, "The issue is, with your current state, it’s uncertain whether you can successfully advance to Level 4...."
"There will be a way."
Ronan gently severed the telepathic connection with Alazan.
He stepped out of the ditation Room, finding a comfortable spot in the living room to sit. Ariety prepared a cup of tea for him. He gazed at the sunlight casting golden silhouettes on the living room floor and listened to the gentle and beautiful song of the Beautiful Shell in the aquarium.
A rare mont of beautiful tranquility.
For an instant, Ronan suddenly felt that if things could always remain this way, it wouldn’t be too bad.
"Alazan was right; the experiences of dying a natural death four tis have unknowingly tainted my ntality with an air of decay..."
Ronan shook his head. Previously, he would never have developed such idle and comfortable thoughts.
Others might choose to lie flat, but he absolutely couldn’t.
Any "sword" hanging above could easily sever his head; to have a slim chance of surviving within the cracks of fate, he could only keep running forward without pause.
Ronan reached into the sleeve of his Magic Robe and took out an exquisitely crafted deep blue Ring, examining it casually.
The Ring was given to him by Heliodor; it was a Space Ring engraved with the emblem of Spirit Lake, signifying the identity of a Spirit Lake Wizard.
Inside the Ring were two sets of Magic Robes, one white and one blue.
The moon-white one was the standard Magic Robe for Spirit Lake Wizards, while the deep blue one was uniformly issued by the Deep Sea Faction, the latter being of slightly higher quality than the forr.
It was stitched from the silk of a Fourth-tier Spider Magical Beast and had been carefully soaked in a special Potion, leaving no traces of Filth or Negative Energy, and engraved with several runes, naly {Clean}, {Protection}, {Adaptive Transformation}.....
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