Ronan gradually approached the edge of the wilderness, where it bordered a dense, dark forest.
Following the instructions conveyed by the fluctuations in his consciousness, he entered the forest and, after traversing less than two hourglass rotations, finally stopped in front of a bare stone wall.
Ronan scrutinized the stone wall before him but saw nothing peculiar.
The moonlight above remained cool and clear, passing through the gaps in the dense forest. In a daze, it seed as if countless green worms were swiftly crawling down through the air, eagerly trying to burrow into his body.
Beneath the titanium robe, the green stain on his chest had enlarged again, vaguely revealing the outline of a wolf silhouette.
It wasn't far until Finnir's mark was fully imprinted on him; Ronan even felt an irresistible impulse to recklessly rush towards the spot where the moonlight spilled, causing the two bloodlines within him to beco sowhat restless...
Ronan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and a white vortex ford from his palm, quickly expanding.
As the vortex fully ford, shadowy figures slowly erged from within.
Judging by the body shape and outline, it was none other than Favara and Rick.
"Stay inside and don't co out!"
After stepping out of the vortex, Favara imdiately stopped, turned around, and yelled at Rick behind him.
Rick pouted, eventually let go of Favara's robe hem, quietly retreated, and disappeared into the white glow.
Ronan watched this scene and said nothing, casually dispersing the space exit.
"Void Mirror" possesses the effect of isolating Finnir's will, so Ronan thought to let Favara and Rick temporarily hide inside.
The small area separated from the Mist Space does not expose other existences living in the Mist Space, like the Holy Blood Tree.
In reality, Ronan just needs a slight change in thought to place Favara and Rick into the backside of the mirror—the Minotaur's Endless Labyrinth—but he doesn't want to do that.
Although the "World Source" on Rick is miraculous, touching it ans endless trouble to follow, like Ronan ntioned before, his current goal is just to leave the Fenrir Realm.
Clearly, Favara also knows this, both are smart n, so things remain unspoken, and this is also the main reason why Favara could so "readily" enter the Mist Space.
"Is this the place?"
Ronan pointed at the stone wall in front of him, questioning Favara.
Favara nodded, "Give so ti."
Having said that, he quickly took out a palm-sized brown box from the space ring in his hand.
Opening it, he could see it was filled with black beetles the size of a fingernail.
Once exposed to light, these initially motionless beetles imdiately beca sowhat restless.
These black beetles reminded Ronan of the World Devouring Worm he still stored in one of his space rings.
To restrain the World Devouring Worm's limitless reproduction, uncontrollable, Ronan long ago froze them all with Ice Magic, placing them in a dormant state.
Now, arriving in the Central Ring Wizard World, Alazan had promised him that finding the legacy of an ancient wizard who mastered the technique to control the World Devouring Worm was sothing that needed to be prioritized; after all, if he could successfully master it, it would undoubtedly beco another powerful card in Ronan's hand.
Casually pondering, Favara in front of him had already begun moving quickly.
He used his index finger and thumb to pick up a small black beetle from the box, "snap," and with slight force, directly crushed the beetle.
The smashed beetle imdiately leaked a kind of light-red viscous liquid, which Favara calmly used his fingers to dip and start saring it on the smooth stone wall.
The light-red beetle fluid left noticeable marks on the stone wall, resembling so ancient writing symbols.
Favara paused not for a mont, drawing line after line, each stroke costing the life of a black beetle.
The number of black beetles in the brown box in Favara's hand quickly decreased, Ronan glanced over only to find the box didn't contain just these peculiar insects.
As the surface insect swarm dwindled, gradually revealed beneath were several round objects that resembled nuts.
At this mont, Favara's saring on the stone wall was nearing completion.
Those bizarre symbols were arranged in a circular formation, forming a pattern akin to a complex array on the stone wall.
With Favara's final stroke completed, a faint rune fluctuation emanated from the stone wall.
Ronan imdiately activated the Eye of Truth, silver-white light in the center of his brow wove an eye pattern.
Under the Eye of Truth's detection, the seemingly plain stone wall was undergoing intense energy changes.
Ronan's eyes exhibited strong surprise.
Whether it was the evolving rune formation before him or Favara's thod of initiating the array, both exceeded his understanding and knowledge of Rune Studies.
Clearly, in terms of the application of Rune Studies, the Central Ring Wizard World had long surpassed the Upper Ring Continent by unknown asures.
As the hidden array on the stone wall activated, the scene before Ronan rapidly altered.
An expanse of forest faded promptly from his view, as if an invisible hand slowly unveiled a sheet of paper, revealing the real scene beneath.
In the dense jungle, an inexplicably spacious and flat white land erged.
At the center of the land, a massive fountain continuously erupted, changing into various colors.
Loud singing emanated from the fountain, as though a group of youthful maidens were cheerfully hiding within, singing.
"Is this the Spring of Freedom?"
Ronan stared at the Seven color Fountain, his expression revealing anomaly as he inquired.
"Yes."
Favara replied, promptly picking a nut from the box in his hand and handing it to Ronan, "Once the singing stops, the teleportation function of the Spring of Freedom will be available.
Then throw the orb into the fountain, and you can go where you want."
"Anywhere in the Ten Great Domains?"
Ronan took the orb, casually playing with it in his hand.
"Only half."
Favara looked at him with a peculiar gaze and said, "You surely know, the private teleportation entrances of so domains have been closed for a long ti now?"
"Is that so?"
Ronan smiled, said no more, put away the orb, and casually remarked, "Actually, I'm more curious about how you plan to take him to the Root of the World."
"To be honest... I don't know either."
Favara shook his head, the single eye revealing a montary confusion, but quickly it was restrained and returned to calmness.
"Let's take it one step at a ti; there will always be a way, won't there?"
Ronan could see that Favara had probably already worked out the arrangents, but there was no need for him to share with his "temporary partner."
Both lost interest in conversation simultaneously, and watched the distance where the Seven color Fountain sang joyfully, sinking into silence.
Ronan yet tried to pick up the unfinished conversation with Alazan in his heart.
"A shortcut to the root of the world, Draco's legendary nalist... Alazan, what did you an when you ntioned it before?"
Alazan spoke leisurely, "The Root of the World is the gathering place of the most powerful wizards, where the Gates of Truth stand tall, hiding the only path beyond Level 9, which is no secret.
Draco's greatest achievent is leaving all future wizards an opportunity to surpass their predecessors.
His legendary nalist sparked countless battles and confrontations, selecting one by one talents that shine like ancient stars....
In the nalist, being even on the sub-list can earn you rewards from Draco and greatly shorten your distance to the Gate of Truth..."
"Sub-list?!"
Ronan blinked, "Does Draco's legendary nalist have a sub-list?"
"Yes."
Alazan nodded, "To officially have your na on the legendary nalist, it requires at least the strength of a Level 8 Wizard for a chance, which is quite difficult for an ordinary wizard.
Perhaps Draco realized this, so he created sub-lists, each kept independently within every domain.
The real legendary nalist is located in Waldhinu, a place jointly governed by many Supre Wizards..."
Ronan's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he couldn't help but ask, "Then how can I get my na on this list?"
Alazan chuckled lightly, seemingly pleased to have stirred Ronan's competitive spirit, he softly said, "Just like I said before, explore, battle, confront... fear no challenge.
Draco's watchful eyes are everywhere, never overlooking any wizard's talent..."
"I rember, at the start, you encouraged to take a low-profile developnt route, Alazan."
Ronan looked at his hands, speaking quietly.
All along, he followed the path of the Ancient Battle Wizard.
In battle, he sought transcendence, allowing his soul to undergo continuous refinent in magic duels and confrontations.
His first guide on the wizard's path, Benny, had also told him multiple tis that in the Wizard World, everything requires striving to obtain.
Ronan indeed grew through nurous battles and confrontations.
But the overall environnt of the Upper Ring Continent Wizard World was relatively peaceful, while he personally frequently and either actively or passively got involved in whirlpools.
Now, hearing Alazan's words, the competition among Central Ring Continent wizards seems much fiercer, with the overall environnt seemingly encouraging confrontations.
Draco's legendary nalist, does it really have such a significant impact on the entire Central Ring?
As Ronan pondered, he heard Alazan say, "...back then you were too weak."
"And now?"
"You are still weak, but..."
Alazan paused, sighed lowly, and softly said, "Damien, my ti is limited."
Upon hearing this, Ronan was suddenly stunned.
He began to realize that Alazan's nurous interventions, his periods of dormancy, may have drained his soul origin far more than he had imagined.
Especially on that occasion when he shielded him from the Black Witch King's death strike, even if he appeared "Awakened" now, it did not necessarily an... he had truly recovered.
"Alazan..."
Ronan's lips moved slightly, fell silent for a while, then suddenly spoke, "Did you ever make it onto Draco's nalist?"
"?"
Alazan responded, then seed to drift into mories and said no more.
The joyous song from the Seven color Spring gradually entered its conclusion, Favara turned his head to look at Ronan, Ronan nodded knowingly, then followed Favara quickly toward the direction of the Spring of Freedom.
Favara's Teleportation Orb was gripped in his hand, he was ready at any ti to release Rick from the Mist Space.
The Seven Colored Spring Water gradually receded, as if entering a period of stability.
Seeing they were about to approach the fountain's eye area, at that mont Ronan felt an inexplicable shake before his eyes.
It was as if a thick semi-transparent black mbrane suddenly fell, making the nearby Spring of Freedom beco distant and blurred.
Favara's steps stopped abruptly.
He suddenly raised his head, emotionless, looking in a particular direction.
Ronan followed suit and halted, his gaze shimring as he looked where Favara was watching.
In front of them in the high air, streams of black smoke with human faces surged from all directions toward one place.
As the deep black magic robe draped all the way to the ground, within the rolling black smoke, an ominous shadow of a cold elderly figure gradually beca apparent.
Ronan's expression turned peculiar as he looked at the Black Robed Wizard blocking their path, whose appearance bore six or seven parts resemblance to Favara.
Turning his head, he just heard Favara slowly utter the individual's identity word by word.
"Ruse."
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