Chapter 683: Chapter 330: The Black Soil of Hope! Treasure Space, Juventus’s Advancent
However, unlike last ti, the dense fog here had dissipated quite a bit.
The black, fertile land stretched as far as the eye could see, surrounded by high walls of milky fog, resembling the Minotaur’s labyrinth. But while the latter was full of dark, oppressive, cold, and despairing tones, this place was bright and warm, with hope and vitality flowing across the land.
“It looks like it’s about a dozen hectares wide, if it’s for storage… hmm?!”
Ronan was sighing at the black soil under his feet when a flash of insight suddenly crossed his mind.
He quickly crouched down, grabbed a handful of soil, and rubbed it carefully in his hands, his eyes growing brighter.
“Is it real?…”
“Pa—”
His crouched body suddenly disappeared within the space, and not long after, he reappeared, this ti with plenty of miscellaneous items in his hands, which he scattered onto the soil before him like seeds.
Ronan raised his hand, and titanium surged forth, splashing patches of scorching, brilliant golden red!
Ronan couldn’t help but laugh.
“It’s real!
The space is real!
Even my body can enter it..”
This was perhaps the most delightful and joyous event for Ronan in recent years.
A personal space that could accommodate living things, a space as large as a dozen hectares!
He simply couldn’t describe how rare and precious it was.
A treasure!
This truly deserved the title of the Minotaur’s real treasure!
“The problem with the Holy Blood Tree is solved!”
The first thing Ronan thought of was the rapidly growing Holy Blood Tree in the south.
He had long been troubled by it but hadn’t found a perfect solution until now.
Now, with the “Void Mirror,” he finally had a place to properly house the Holy Blood Tree.
Even if in the future, the Holy Blood Tree grows to the size of an entire nation, its Holy Blood Family can also move in here.
“I now also have a dedicated place for spell practice.. the concentration of free energy particles in this space isn’t low…”
Ronan always felt that Spirit Lake’s accommodations lacked privacy; he had too many secrets, and revealing even a bit could lead him back to a life of fleeing and hiding.
Moreover, Spirit Lake’s private secret realm space was too small, and its stability was insufficient. The spell practice field behind the castle was more of a decoration, with more ornantal than practical value.
From now on, he could tinker in the Mist Space as he pleased, without worrying about disturbing others, or having to pay a “repair fee” every ti he wrecked the fragile spell practice field.
Ronan took ten minutes to transfer all his more precious belongings from the space ring to the Mist Space.
“The Void Mirror” was bound to his soul, and compared to the space ring, it was far more secure and private.
“He really did give so many magic crystals….”
After organizing the miscellanea, Ronan looked at the ruby ring in his hand, his eyes continuously emitting a strange light.
The design of the ring was ancient, but it exuded a subtle sense of majesty and nobility, exclusive to those in high positions.
It was also a space ring, with a space inside even exceeding the total internal space of all the space rings Ronan had!
“Narros…”
Ronan softly uttered a na, the image of a tall, peaceful yet weary figure flashing through his mind.
“Who exactly are you?”
Narros’s strength was formidable, so strong that it already surpassed Ronan’s current understanding.
Level 6?
No.
He had seen Level 6 Wizards; the leaders and Elders of Spirit Lake’s three major schools were Level 6, he had seen them during the entry-level selection, but they still couldn’t compare to Narros.
“It can only be Twilight… Juventus’ father, a being of the Black Witch King’s level…”
And individuals like Narros, in the “cell” of the Minotaur Maze, seed to be held there en masse.
“Was it all because of the treasure that they fell into the maze?
Or rather…”
Ronan’s eyes flashed, “Was this maze constructed specifically to imprison these people?”
It’s unclear.
The truth of history is too distant for Ronan right now.
In the space ring given by Narros, there were only magic crystals… but the total was a full ten cubic ters!
“Cubic ter” is a unit of asurent for magic crystals, approximately equal to one cubic ter.
The magic crystals Ronan had previously acquired, including those obtained in the Silent Corridor from the Ancient Yinduo Spirit, totaled less than one cubic ter.
Moreover, Narros’s magic crystals weren’t ordinary Low-level Magic Crystals. They were older, purer, containing far beyond ordinary magic crystals in both energy and rune fragnts.
Perhaps they were Interdiate, or even Advanced.
Ronan placed Narros’s ruby ring on his finger, feeling a heavy weight between his fingers.
At the ti, he requested magic crystals from Narros purely on a whim.
Because Narros clearly had the ability to kill him but chose only to wound him, showing too much rcy.
Ronan didn’t sense any “killing intent” from Narros, and even detected a lot of goodwill — it was he who released Narros, freeing Narros from endless captivity!
Furthermore, since he intended to voluntarily hand over the Space Key, he needed a reasonable pretext.
So he had asked impulsively, and amazingly, Narros agreed.
“In this regard, Ancient Wizards indeed possessed a more ‘noble’ quality compared to present-day wizards…
The abundant resources of their environnt have ford the idea and rule of ‘equivalent exchange’, that is, for whatever is obtained, sothing equivalent should also be given in return…
But the main the of the Wizard World now leans more towards one-sided plundering..”
After Ronan tried on Narros’ Ruby Ring, he took it off again and carefully stored it.
With these Demon Crystals, his [Secret Chrysalis] Light Cocoon should mature soon.
Looking at the flat and fertile black soil before him, Ronan felt at ease, always thinking he should plant sothing.
He got a handful of flower seeds from Ariety and casually scattered them, then took out the Red Lotus Staff he had found when organizing his Space Ring, which initially belonged to Molli’er.
The Red Lotus Staff, with all its tal decorations swallowed by Titanium, was essentially a piece of wood, to be precise, a segnt of a branch.
Ronan thought for a mont and also stuck that half-branch into the ground, not caring whether it would survive.
After tidying up everything in front of him, Ronan strolled along the black land like a king inspecting his territory, or rather, like an old farr inspecting his land.
He stopped before the high wall ford of white mist, his spiritual power probing out, only to be unsurprisingly repelled.
But at the sa ti, so fragnted information from the space itself was fed back to him.
“Energy Material….”
Ronan felt that feedback information, his eyes flickering, and took out a Demon Crystal obtained from Narros, casually tossing it towards the white mist high wall before him.
The Demon Crystal effortlessly lded into the high wall, as if swallowed.
Imdiately following, so of the white mist gradually dispersed, revealing the black soil beneath….
Ronan stood still, waiting until the white mist ceased dispersing. Compared to before, he noticed that the high wall of white mist had shifted outward by a half-finger distance.
“Hiss——”
Ronan took a light breath, suppressing his turbulent emotions at the mont.
He hadn’t expected that this space could actually absorb Demon Crystal energy to expand outward.
This ans the true appearance of the space is far more than the small area he currently sees, potentially much, much larger!
“Perhaps it could rival the Spirit Lake Secret Realm!”
Even if it couldn’t match the entire Spirit Lake, having half its size would still be of unimaginable value.
After all, this space he’s in is portable and can be carried around.
A rush of impulse surged within Ronan, causing him to take out several more Demon Crystals and throw them into the high wall, dispersing the mist.
The high wall kept receding, and just when Ronan felt he had vented enough and was about to stop, he suddenly saw a layer of white mist disperse, revealing a small silver door erging from the fog.
“Another door?”
Ronan was stunned and then hurried over, attempting to open the small door, but his spiritual power was instantly bounced back as soon as it touched.
The small door remained tightly closed.
He thought for a while, wanting to try opening the door directly with his hand, but as soon as his palm touched the small door, the essence of the silver mirror in his mind slightly trembled.
“Hmm?!”
Ronan was startled, quickly realizing that the “key” to open this door might be related to the Space Magic inheritance left to him by the Minotaur.
“Minotaur.. you’ve given so much..”
Ronan couldn’t help but recall the image of that blond little boy, silently exiting the space.
Opening his eyes, he was still in the slightly bright and quiet ditation Room.
Ronan sat in silence for a few minutes, allowing his mind to calm from all he had experienced in the silver mirror mist space, returning to a completely tranquil state before establishing a connection with Alazan.
“The elental spirituality in your Elental Spirit’s space elent has increased a lot, and the foundation of your Elental Spirit has strengthened… It seems you’ve had quite an encounter over this half-year period.”
Alazan’s first words pointed out the changes on Ronan’s body.
He couldn’t “see” the “Void Mirror” in Ronan’s consciousness space, but could feel the intense spatial fluctuations emanating from his Spirit Core.
“I entered a Secret Realm and obtained so of the Space-related Spell inheritance…”
Ronan, appearing nonchalant, casually asked, “Minotaur.. have you heard of this na?”
Alazan remained silent, possibly searching through the mories in his soul.
After so ti, he replied: “I’ve never heard of it…
Since Ancient Tis, Wizards of outstanding talent and giftedness are as countless as the sands of the Star River, even in the eras I’ve experienced, there have been many brilliant but obscure figures unknown to …”
“That’s a pity.”
Ronan lanted.
Alazan said no more, only, “I contacted you rely to confirm whether our transaction is still ongoing…
Since you’ve responded, then there’s no issue.”
“I haven’t actively contacted you for just half a year, and you think I might have backed out?
Do you see as soone lacking credibility?”
Ronan couldn’t help but find it amusing, but Alazan already unilaterally severed the contact.
In the next mont, Ronan suddenly realized—Alazan valued this transaction so much, it seed the task he needed Ronan to accomplish was quite significant to him.
“What level of risk is worth the ten thousand Ancient Spirit Texts to ?”
Ronan asked himself inwardly.
It’s a question without an answer.
He shook his head, casting away distracting thoughts, and casually picked up the Spirit Lake news Ariety transcribed for him, laying it before him to read.
Flipping through a few pages quickly, Ronan’s eyes suddenly paused on a piece of news—
Juventus promoted to Level 5, Primordial Spirit Rank…. Eight Stars!
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