"Go et so old friends. It’s been a while since I’ve sat down and chatted with them."
Lady l patted Heather’s hand gently and said softly, "Little Aisha, you just stay here and behave."
Heather’s eyes darted around, and suddenly she stood up, "Then I’ll also go find soone to chat with."
"Don’t think I don’t know what you have in mind."
Lady l looked at her, her tone suddenly softening, and she said slowly, "I still say... don’t overdo it."
"I know my limits, Grandma."
Heather clung to Lady l’s arm in a spoiled manner, her voice coquettish.
Lady l shook her head with a mix of helplessness and affection, and the two walked together towards the outside of the crystal room, looking just like a pair of young and beautiful sisters.
Just as they were about to step out of the room, suddenly.....
"Buzz——"
An exotic fluctuation swept from behind, like a wave swiftly rippling through their bodies.
Heather and Lady l froze in place, simultaneously turning to look back.
The next mont, both of their expressions froze slightly.
In front of them, the Inverted Tower opposite the crystal room was at that mont blooming with an unparalleled dazzling radiance.
One figure after another was "shaken" out from the tower, like scattered specks of light falling down.
Strong energy fluctuations ford deep blue waves visible to the naked eye, spreading out like tides, conducting into the room.
At this mont, the already magnificent crystal room seed truly placed in the glistening deep sea.
Heather stared blankly at the scene before her, blinking her eyes, and couldn’t help but murmuringly utter, "What’s happening?... Grandma."
Lady l’s eyes glead with mystery, as if she thought of sothing, but she did not answer. She rely grabbed Heather and quickly walked towards the direction the energy fluctuations were coming from.
......
The anomaly occurring at the Inverted Tower startled all the Deep Sea Wizards at the gathering.
One Wizard after another stepped out from the Crystal Palace, looking up with surprise at the glowing giant tower before them.
"What’s happened?"
"Not sure.."
Waves of consciousness swiftly exchanged in the void, as the Wizards discussed among themselves, but they were unclear about what exactly had happened.
Only those older, more knowledgeable Level 5 Wizards seed to have found the answer to why this is happening before them.
At so indistinct ti, the grey-robed man who had been quietly sitting at the pinnacle of the Crystal Palace, along with a few mbers of the Elder Council, stood up, their gazes all gathering at a certain spot on the top of the Inverted Tower.
Those figures "shaken" out of the glowing giant tower were naturally the Wizards who entered the tower earlier to participate in the selection.
The most puzzled at this mont were indeed them, as they all stood at the bottom of the tower, looking up with confused expressions.
Gradually, the brilliance emanating from the Inverted Tower started to fade.
No.
To be precise, all the radiance begins to converge towards a single location.
It was at the top of the Inverted Tower, the source of the vast energy fluctuations covering the entire scene.
There, in the radiant center, a gold and blue intertwined, exquisite and crystal-carved crown gradually revealed itself.
"It’s the Deep Knowledge Crown!"
Finally, soone spoke the truth about why all this was happening!
An elderly Level 5 Wizard’s eyes glead intensely, and he couldn’t contain his excitent as he blurted out, "Buried in the deep sea, hidden in the high tower, representing endless knowledge and wisdom—the Deep Knowledge Crown!
The Deep Sea Leader’s King’s Crown!"
In an instant, the entire Crystal Palace gathering beca heated.
All the Wizards of the Deep Sea Faction had incredulous expressions surfacing on their faces, and rumors about the "Deep Knowledge Crown" swiftly spread.
"Only those who can comprehend all two thousand three hundred eighty-two Ancient Spirit Texts within the tower have the qualifications to awaken it from its slumber!"
"The appearance of the Deep Knowledge Crown always heralds an imnse glory for the deep sea! It never fails!"
"A Wizard who possesses it is truly worthy of being called the Son of the Deep Sea!"
Excitent, ecstasy, exhilaration... various emotions rushed through the crowd like flas.
The Deep Sea Wizards, who had long been settled into tranquility, have their calm and stagnant lives stirred by a Crystal Crown, and a long-missed passion ignited within their blood.
Everyone’s gaze focused in one direction; at this mont, each of them was incredibly eager to know who it was that achieved this, who brought back the long-sleeping Deep Knowledge Crown from the high tower.
"My heavens..."
In the crystal room drenched in blue waves, Heather’s eyes glead as she fixedly watched the position where the Crystal Crown slowly revealed.
"Two thousand three hundred eighty-two Ancient Spirit Texts...
These guys have been in the tower for how long? Not even ten days, right.
Which genius managed to morize all the Ancient Spirit Texts in less than ten days?"
Heather murmured softly, and as the figure standing beneath the Crystal Crown gradually beca clearer, the gleam in her eyes grew stronger, until she couldn’t help but gently bite one of her fingers.
Her cheeks flushed, breathing fast, the more she anticipated, the shyer and tenser she beca.
Finally.
The figure under the crown beca completely visible.
It was a young man with a serene deanor and handso features, looking up and down at the Crystal Crown before him with curious and peculiar eyes, slowly reaching out his hand towards the crown.
"How could it be him?!"
"Crack——"
A tiny piece of rose-colored nail was directly bitten off, and Heather nearly jumped up on the spot, her voice almost morphing in shock.
The initially shy face was now just filled with surprise and disbelief.
"Boom!"
A Recording Image Crystal in Valentine’s hand exploded directly, his eyes staring blankly at the young figure beneath the crown atop the tower, before barely coming to his senses after so ti.
Turning his head, he imdiately saw Heliodor’s old face flushed with excitent and thrill, looking incredibly smug. Even without opening his mouth, Valentine could easily guess what he wanted to say to him from afar.
"Damn it!... Still fell into this Old Beaver’s trap!"
Ronan seed to return to the ti of the entry-level selection.
In the spotlight, surrounded by countless astounded gazes, a halo of vanity embraced him.
He was calr than anyone else.
Especially upon realizing that the exceptionally beautiful crown, embodying magnificence, nobility, authority, and mystery, did not belong to him, and could not be taken away by him.
Ronan never expected that after spending more than eight years in the Reincarnation Dreams, completing the remaining one thousand Ancient Spirit Texts within the Tower of Knowledge, such a miraculous chanism would be triggered, allowing him to conjure a mysterious Crystal Crown.
Listening to the discussions below, it seed to be called the "Deep Knowledge Crown."
"Why can’t I take away the hidden Easter egg that I triggered..."
Ronan secretly complained in his heart but soon cald down, abandoning the crown and descending the tall tower.
According to what the Wizards of the Deep Sea Faction below said, the Crystal Crown is the true crown of the Son of the Deep Sea, so....
It will be his sooner or later.
You re spectators should cherish the present mont and admire my crown!
Walking down leisurely, Ronan ignored those around him and walked straight to Heliodor, who, despite his best efforts to disguise himself, could not hide his inner excitent.
Heliodor’s eyes were frighteningly bright, staring at him intently, his lips moving as if wanting to ask him sothing.
But in the next mont, he was distracted by Valentine, who marched over with a solemn face, tearing through the disguise and laughing out loud with imnse satisfaction.
"Shut up!"
Valentine shouted, and Heliodor’s laughter abruptly stopped, suddenly realizing and becoming furious!
"What right do you have to tell to shut up?"
Valentine ignored him, rely looking deeply at Ronan, "I indeed misjudged you... In so ways, you surpass this Old Beaver by far."
"Damn it, Valentine, are you pretending I don’t exist?"
Heliodor scolded, quickly being forcibly dragged aside by Valentine.
"Let’s place another bet! Just bet on the upcoming spell duel round..."
The two Level 5 old n flew to the side, whispering to each other, leaving only Ronan and Valentine’s disciple, Fulensa.
Now, this guy looked at Ronan as if he had seen a ghost.
Ronan originally wanted to have a simple chat with him, but a glance caught a certain figure in a particular direction.
He looked at a figure shrouded by stars in that direction, yet remained silent, his eyes flickering. He pondered for a mont before taking out his Communication Crystal.
....
"How many days have we been inside?"
"Eight... eight days."
"Hiss—"
Misha sat on his Crystal Throne, inhaling deeply, his sowhat cold eyes fixed only on the brilliantly gleaming Crystal Crown atop the tall tower.
"Eight days... Eight days to comprehend all the Ancient Spirit Texts within the Tower of Knowledge..."
Misha closed his eyes, his short blue-gold hair blazing like fla. In his ears, he repeatedly heard the na—Ronan Damien... Ronan Damien...
Ronan... Damien!!
"Crack—"
The armrest of the Crystal Throne cracked open several fractures, and Misha’s eyes opened with blinding light flickering.
He had a strong feeling of discomfort as if his glory was forcibly taken away.
He ended up being soone else’s backdrop.
And that person was even his "subordinate."
’Why wasn’t it ?’
’The one to receive all this amazent, praise, and awaken the crown should have been !’
’I am the one destined to ascend the throne!’
"Ronan Damien..."
Misha slowly uttered this na, his gaze icy cold as he prepared to summon his subordinates.
At that mont, a figure strode quickly towards him.
"Misha!"
That person called Misha’s na, seemingly oblivious to him being like a furious lion at the mont.
"Zorn... I was just about to look for you."
Misha coldly opened his mouth.
"Misha."
Zorn’s face was radiant with a unique expression, "I think we all misunderstood..."
"Misunderstood what?"
Misha frowned.
"Just now, Ronan Damien contacted ..."
"He said...
The Deep Sea King deserves the Crystal Crown..."
Zorn slowly spoke, "Ronan Damien... did not fail!"
"Uh..."
Misha was taken aback at hearing the last four words.
After several breaths, Misha stood up from the Crystal Throne, dispelling all previous desolation and rage, bursting into peals of joyous laughter.
"So, he did it on purpose, didn’t he?"
"He awakened the Crystal Crown specifically for ..."
"Amazing! All my efforts in cultivation were worth it... He truly is soone I, Misha, regard highly!"
"Hahaha..."
Misha’s laughter drew perplexed and bewildered glances from several nearby wizards.
In a certain crystal room, Heather retracted her gaze attracted to Misha and muttered, shaking her head, "Idiot..."
Then, turning to stare at another calm figure on the other side, seemingly unaffected by the entire scene, her eyes began to flicker rapidly again.
.......
Ronan didn’t know what bet Heliodor and Valentine had made again.
Anyway, when Heliodor returned, the excitent and enthusiasm on his face had vanished, leaving him looking troubled, remorseful, with a face resembling constipation.
"No wonder you get defeated ti and again... If you can’t play, don’t play with others..."
Ronan couldn’t help but shake his head.
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