"All the soul seals are still intact, and their effects have beco stronger..."
Ronan’s thoughts stirred slightly, and a crack quietly opened in the dark gold sphere in his consciousness space, with a faint white light seeping through.
The natural spiritual field surrounding him thus intensified, the invisible celestial bodies orbiting him began to accelerate, and the sensation of the surrounding void’s collapse beca increasingly apparent.
A sudden oppressive feeling of interrupted breathing compelled Sigel, who was beside Ronan, to distance himself, looking at Ronan with a complex and indescribable gaze.
Having long since ascended to a Level 4 Dawn Wizard, he couldn’t understand why the young man in front of him, having just crossed the threshold from Level 3 to Level 4, could exert such a heavy oppression as if facing a Level 5 Wizard.
So conceptions in his mind were shattered, requiring ti to digest and reshape.
Ronan was still experinting.
As his thoughts turned, the white light seeping from the slightly open slit of the dark gold sphere suddenly turned blue.
Imdiately, the invisible celestial bodies surrounding Ronan were imbued with an intense cold aura, as his spiritual power extended outward, causing vast patches of frost to condense in the void.
Soon, the frost dissipated, transforming into a furious hurricane sweeping through.
Then ca the tingling and explosive aura of lightning...
"Spiritual power elentalization..."
Ronan switched his spiritual power between several states of elentalization, deep in thought.
This is a hallmark differentiating Level 4 Wizards from Level 3 Wizards. At Level 3, he had struggled greatly with this aspect, but now having mastered it, he realized this capability was actually quite ordinary.
In battles of the sa level, the direct offensive effects of spiritual power elentalization are estimated to be minimal, perhaps useful for overwhelming Mist Rank Wizards.
Its greatest use lies in assisting with spellcasting.
Elentalized spiritual power can resonate with far more free energy particles than a Level 3 Wizard.
"After ascending to Level 4, spells below Level 4 can mostly be cast instantaneously..."
Ronan thought, casually flicking a tiny snowflake from his fingertips.
The snowflake fell straight down, lightly landing on a section of ruins below.
In an instant, countless icy cold vapors erupted, rivers of ice surged, glaciers towered, and a majestic Snow Country rapidly erged from the earth, instantly freezing all Ancient Yinduo Spirits within its range.
"Skip the complex and lengthy preliminary steps; from now on, I can truly accomplish ’Blinking Snow Country’..."
Ronan descended, an invisible force field expanding outward like a massive, heavy cloud rolling down.
Across the wilderness, roaming Ancient Yinduo Spirits craned their heads to emit silent howls at him, dense sound waves converging into a tide, surging along the void!
Within his consciousness space, the crack in the eye-like dark gold sphere opened a slit wider, and intense white light seeped out.
Ronan’s whole body emitted radiant light once more, resembling a blade from the sky, effortlessly slicing through the layered waves of sound below.
The deep blue magic robe billowed upward in the wind, while rcury-like titanium flowed from beneath the robe, converging behind Ronan.
"Buzz—"
At this mont, the aura surrounding Ronan suddenly beca scorching; his spiritual field pressed further into the void, collapsing, twisting, lting... as if invisible, blazing stars were orbiting him.
The titanium gathering behind him began extending sideways, condensing into one golden scorching feather after another...
Long, massive Golden Eagle Wings sprouted from Ronan’s back, with red jade-like light patterns growing on the feathers, bringing an incredibly fiery aura.
Ronan swooped close to the ground, the unfolding Golden Eagle Wings like freshly forged, burning hot golden blades harvesting along the ground, cutting through ruins and Ancient Yinduo Spirits alike, cleaving explosively!
[Spiritual Maya Golden Body]!
Deploying this spell again after reaching Level 4, it underwent so qualitative transformation.
Ronan paused slightly, then with a flick of the wings, the golden blazing blade cut through the void, slicing an approaching Level 4 Ancient Yinduo Spirit in two without a sound.
Originally a spell inclined towards defense, it now possessed a terrifying offensive power capable of easily killing Level 4 opponents!
Upon reaching Level 4, all his spiritual power crystals condensed into a spirit core, granting him imnse improvent.
Both soul and spiritual power underwent transformation, the only regret being that [Ascetic Body Refinent] hadn’t broken through, leaving him with a feeling of "old bottle, new wine," halfway through bone transformation, lingering unfulfilled.
Ronan avoided other wizard groups as much as possible, constantly delving deeper into the ruins of the outer corridors.
All the while, he familiarized himself with various changes post-Level 4, readjusting his magic attributes, honing combat skills.
Simultaneously, he harvested those Ancient Yinduo Spirits along the way.
He hadn’t forgotten, Sigel ntioned the Silent Corridor’s unique Elental Life forms, composed of magic echoes, rune fragnts, and energy particles, whose crystal cores could be utilized as Demon Crystals.
And he happened to be in dire need of Demon Crystals.
When the Ancient Yinduo Spirits’ strength breaks through Level 4, their bodies turn black and deepen as their strength and years of existence grow.
Ordinary Level 4 Ancient Yinduo Spirits hardly pose any pressure on Ronan; they are easily attracted, rely requiring a loud enough sound.
Ronan harvested as he went, the joy of breakthrough and the thrill of gains imrsing him in combat, unaware of how far he’d traveled, until a loud bang and strong spell fluctuations jolted him from imrsion.
He halted, raising his eyes toward the source of the commotion.
Vaguely, he heard the roar of surging energy tides, saw black and red light colliding and entangled.
The black light clearly held the upper hand, revealing a tall, thin wizard within.
It was a man, wearing a high black hat.
"Whew—"
Sigel landed beside him, a lingering complexity on his face.
Following Ronan and witnessing his powerful thods effortlessly reaping Level 4 Ancient Yinduo Spirits like wheat had him sowhat numb from shock.
Only when Ronan paused did he slowly regain composure.
"Level 5.. Wizard."
Ronan squinted, staring at the distant battle, muttering softly to himself.
He discerned that the man in the high hat was a Level 5 Wizard, fighting against a powerful Level 5 Ancient Yinduo Spirit.
Observing the ongoing clashes of Level 5 forces, with energy particles surging like tides, he recalled Fuming Ge of the Elental Magic Ring, his elation and joy gradually fading.
"It’s Sigel from the Witch Heart Hall."
Noticing Ronan watching, Sigel spoke softly, "Witch Heart Hall boasts a few renowned top talents, and Zig is one of them. He has just ascended to Level 5, coming to Silent Corridor to hone his skills using Ancient Sound Spirits..."
"Zig..."
Ronan whispered the na, his eyes flickering, suddenly taking a step forward.
"Don’t go!"
Sigel, seeing his action, exclaid anxiously, his eyes narrowing.
"I’m wearing the Spirit Lake emblem, would he dare kill ?"
Ronan turned, looking at Sigel.
With a serious expression, Sigel spoke solemnly, "The relationship between Spirit Lake and Witch Heart Hall is far more complicated than you think. Wizards of Witch Heart Hall are all madn, especially..."
Sigel’s words were interrupted by a calm voice.
"Don’t worry, he can’t kill ."
After speaking.
"Rip—"
The burst of red gold light, Ronan’s massive Golden Eagle Wings spread open, then rapidly headed toward the distant battle.
Ronan was indeed curious.
Now, he wondered...
Just how much still separated him from Level 5.
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