"The footsteps left by Heramus..."
Ronan recovered from his brief daze and felt the subtle tremors emanating from the Rune of Magic Control in his consciousness space, observing the deep purple crystal scales beyond the Inheritance Pillar.
He wanted to reach out and touch it, yet it felt so impossibly distant.
The golden badge lent to him by Heliodor only granted him access to the fourth layer of the Hidden Pavilion, but he couldn’t take anything nor read through it.
It was clearly a ploy, tempting him with a "big pie," to ensure he worked more diligently and exerted himself in the future.
"Since Heliodor used this to ’tempt’ , he must have a way to truly present it to .
I just need to peacefully fulfill my role as his pharmacy assistant..."
Ronan contemplated his attitude in front of Heliodor moving forward.
He shouldn’t show too much desire for Heramus’s inheritance, lest he becos easy to control.
Nor should he act completely indifferent, as it might backfire and lead him to miss the inheritance.
He needed to strike a careful balance in his deanor.
Calming his emotions, Ronan attempted to proceed to the fifth layer of the pavilion, but predictably, he was completely blocked by the rune formation, despite the golden badge lacking the privilege to enter the fifth layer.
Returning to the fourth layer, he took one last look at the crystal scales before silently retreating to the second layer of the pavilion.
Here, he found the complete inheritance of fourth-tier ice magic. After roughly familiarizing himself, he decided to leave the pavilion.
Walking along the path away from the Magic Collection, Ronan pondered his future plans.
Perhaps due to the Ancient Spirit Text, known as the Origin Rune, once he entered the Spirit Lake, his comprehension in Rune Studies advanced rapidly.
The previously difficult and obscure space-related and mirror attribute runes he had accumulated were now being parsed and contemplated smoothly.
Ronan had begun the optimization and upgrade of the three Soul Seals—Frozen Tundra Soil, Space Silvering, and Multiple Mirror Light—refined during his ti as a second-level wizard.
The corresponding magic attributes needed so adjustnts as well.
Then there was the Magic Control Rune, and the soul seal inscription for the three blank Spiritual Power Crystals.
Ronan’s plan was to complete all preparations within six months to a year and formally strive for Level 4 Dawn.
"And finding the Holy Shrine Power.
During the advancent to Level 4 Dawn, the physical body will inevitably endure imnse energy impact pressure, requiring appropriate ans for protection. If I can achieve Ascetic Body Refinent to the Master Level before advancing, I could attempt to withstand part of this pressure, thus saving so advancent resources..."
"Also, the resources needed for constructing the Dawn Promotion Array can’t entirely depend on Heliodor. The Spirit Lake Book frequently posts tasks and shares information, allowing for potential self-collection when suitable opportunities arise..."
While Ronan was pondering, an unexpected sound ca from ahead.
"Buzz—"
It felt like invisible ripples coming from the front, swiftly passing through Ronan’s body along the ground, gently flaring up the hem of his magic robe.
Ronan looked up in surprise, gazing in the direction where the ripples originated.
More invisible reverberations followed, adhering to a certain rhythm, neither quick nor slow...
There were footsteps.
Soone was approaching step by step.
At this mont, Ronan was in the crystal stone-polished passage that must be traversed to leave the Magic Collection.
The passage was empty, with only him facing the direction toward outside.
Ronan squinted his eyes, seeing at the end of the passage, where the footsteps stepped out invisible void ripples, a cluster of "light" slowly blooming.
The center of the light was a person, standing tall, like the freshly rising sun, walking toward him.
Ronan fixed his gaze on the figure within the light, his lips moved slightly, softly speaking the other’s na.
"Juventus..."
Ronan had seen not a few Level 4 Wizards and encountered many Level 5 Wizards.
But regardless of who, none could compare to the Juventus before him.
His spiritual power was like the sun shining upon the earth at twelve noon on the sumr solstice, as if a majestic celestial body was revolving around him.
On the surface of his skin, the light of runes sprouted by accompanying bloodlines flowed, each breath following a certain natural rhythm.
He stood on the border between Level 4 and Level 5, within him a powerful presence, vibrant and divine-like, was ready to erge.
This almost made one overlook his equally divine appearance—secret silver hair, secret silver eyes, and a purely black magic robe without any patterns or a crease.
Ronan had encountered many wizard geniuses, but none like Juventus elicited such self-deprecating reverence in him, inspiring a desire to worship.
So people are born on thrones, while others exhaust their lives climbing toward them, eventually earning rely a chance to bow closely.
Juventus walked towards him.
Ronan took a deep breath and continued to walk forward without stopping.
Two footsteps echoed simultaneously in the empty and quiet passage as they drew closer.
Ronan didn’t focus his gaze on Juventus but concentrated on his own path.
As he brushed past Juventus, Ronan heard a faint whisper.
"You are the one who comprehends the ten-star Ancient Spirit Text..."
Ronan paused his step, and Juventus’ footsteps also halted.
After a brief breath, Ronan continued on, seemingly hearing a soft exhale from the other side.
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