Chapter 700: Chapter 346: All Things Are Children of Fire and Gold, All Things Return to the Mother of Fire and Gold
After walking quite a long stretch forward, the stone walls of the waterways on both sides gradually became lower, and the space ahead seemed to become more open.
Suddenly, Ronan’s expression changed slightly, sensing something.
The golden chainsaw transformed from titanium swept to the sides like a giant whip, clearing the obstacles in front of him.
Ronan came to a spot at the base of the stone wall on one side, lifted a loosening, decayed stone slab with his hand, then gently placed his palm into a distinct groove beneath the slab.
Spiritual power injected.
"Buzz——"
Accompanied by a deep buzzing sound, it was as if some ancient device was slowly starting up.
Ronan saw, centered around the groove under his hand, glowing rune patterns began to rapidly extend outward.
"Swoosh——"
Not far away, a faint blue light beam descended, followed by a second one, a third...
The light continuously extended outward, with a light source appearing at regular intervals, like street lamps being illuminated.
The light from ancient lighting crystals extended over hundreds of meters, then abruptly stopped.
"After all, it’s been too long; some nodes of the spell can still be used, but many more are already damaged..."
Ronan stood up, his eyes flickering.
Looking forward along the area he illuminated, he found it to be a severely damaged waterway ruin. Many stone walls were knocked down and scattered on the ground, with twisted and bizarre vine-like plants growing in the moist crevices.
Of course, the most prominent were the monsters roaming within this area.
Startled by the light, the monsters immediately noticed Ronan’s presence. Amidst various sharp and hoarse roars, they swarmed towards him.
Ronan didn’t have the time to distinguish each monster’s appearance individually; the most noticeable were three particularly bloated humanoid shapes.
Like a five-hundred-pound obese person, full of excess flesh, their skin the color of limestone, exuding a strong decaying stench, like undead corpses freshly crawled from the grave, with their huge, nearly-ground-dragging round bellies seemingly hosting countless writhing maggots.
"Roar——"
In the distance, one of the corpulent corpse demons opened its pitch-black, rotten mouth, emitting a low roar at Ronan.
A thick black beam shot out from its mouth, spanning the void in an instant, reaching Ronan.
The spiritual field surrounding Ronan, as strong as that of a Level 4 Late Stage Wizard, automatically defended against it. However, upon contact with the black beam, it "caved in" with a ’sizzle’.
Ronan could feel the rapid depletion of his spiritual power; this corpse demon’s attack carried an extremely terrifying corrosive force that an ordinary Level 4 Wizard could hardly resist.
"Ling Moya..."
Ronan took a deep breath, his expression calm, bringing his hands together to form a seal.
In an instant, "Boom"!
Countless golden flames like amber surged out from within him, titanium flowing, and his deep blue magic robe billowing high.
"Crack——"
A golden crevice opened overhead in the darkness, from which molten rock and lightning poured down.
Expressionless, Ronan advanced, and in a flash, a hurricane of gold and flames swept through the entire illuminated area.
The aura of the Forbidden Magic Domain ran rampant; gold and flames raged, the River of Gold roared fiercely, Ling Moya howled.....
The amount of time that passed was unclear.
As the oppressive and insidious low growls on the scene gradually subsided, the burning heat enveloped everything, purging the foulness.
Ronan stood in the center, surrounded by scarlet and gold, his body floating, eyes closed, head tilted slightly upwards.
He seemed to be in an extremely mysterious state, with golden titanium flowing around him like water, and an ineffable phantom of Ling Moya swaying behind, the aura of the Forbidden growing ever more dense every second....
In the quiet waterway space, under the serene crystal light, it seemed as if an ancient hymn was softly lingering and flowing.
From the distant Golden Kingdom, the glory of the Golden Fire, one of the Seven Pillar Gods....
Gradually, the titanium and flames around Ronan began to further merge at a deeper level, taking on a golden flame akin to asphalt.
Some of the Golden Fire fell, landing on the three massive charred and bloated corpses beneath Ronan.
"Boom!"
The belly of one corpse swelled rapidly, bursting open, with countless white worms the length of an arm quickly emerging. Yet before they could do anything, they were completely incinerated by the asphalt-like flames that fell.
"Buzz——buzz——buzz——"
The ancient and mysterious chanting in the void grew increasingly grand and heavy.
Golden ripples began to radiate outward from Ronan’s body, while the void ruffled like silk.
When the Forbidden aura accumulated to a certain point, suddenly, all terrifying auras flowed back into Ronan like a stream.
Ronan opened his eyes and gently landed his feet on the ground.
"All things are children of the fire and gold, all things return to the mother of fire and gold..."
He chanted softly, his expression strange.
He had long been exploring the deeper changes in the inheritance of the [Golden Fire], always contemplating and understanding.
And in the battle just now, among the five inheritance spells of [Golden Fire], the proficiency of the [Brass Head] successfully broke through the master level’s one thousand points, reaching the second stage of the Magic Domain Resonance.
Coupled with the [Golden Soul], which had long reached the second stage resonance, after the fusion of the five Magic Domains, the deeper changes in the [Golden Fire] inheritance finally saw some substantial progress.
——
Summoning the magic clone of Ling Moya brought forth an even more formidable transformation method.
"This inheritance contains an epic... the epic of Golden Fire Spirit Mo Ye, one of the Golden Kingdom’s Seven Pillar Gods..."
"Now, I’ve barely opened the first page of this magnificent saga..."
Ronan muttered to himself, again unable to refrain from recalling meeting that person under the Golden Apple Tree, standing shoulder to shoulder with him on the golden sand dunes, raising his hand to point towards the distant Golden Kingdom, laughingly telling him about an infinitely wondrous Golden Dream he had been envisioning since childhood.
"The call of the Golden Village is becoming ever clearer..."
Ronan lowered his gaze, gradually calming the excitement from breaking through the spell.
Looking around, the monsters within this lighted area were all cleared by him.
However, in the darkness beyond the reach of the light, he could sense more monsters persistently coming towards here.
"Without a waterway map, maintaining such monster density continuously, and encountering more and stronger demons as I delve deeper...
It truly is a task impossible for one person alone..."
Ronan frowned slightly, now fully understanding why Misha was so well-regarded, why the competition in this phase required assembling a team of Elite Wizards, and the necessity of leveraging connections.
He had just entered the outer layer of the Ancient Waterway and already faced tremendous resistance difficult for ordinary Level 4 Wizards to overcome; one could imagine just how arduous the journey ahead would be.
Continuing to forge ahead, until finding the waterway’s exit, reaching the Quivada Oasis located at the center of the Forgotten Land...
Without mutual support, step-by-step progress, and division of labor... it would be nearly impossible.
This is bound to be a long process, perhaps lasting several years, or even longer.
Moreover, there is a constant need to watch out for the rival forces that are also part of the task process, navigating various complex relationships, and dealing with unknown variables....
It truly tests a Wizard’s comprehensive qualities in all aspects, and only those who stand out from such selection are worthy of the attention and expectations of all forces.
Ronan took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and took out the ring the middle-aged Wizard had given him before leaving.
Inside the ring, there are things left for him by the Deep Sea Elder which could be helpful; he hadn’t opened it until now.
"The right place... does this count as the right place?"
Ronan took out the box covered in rune light paths, glanced at the distant dark turmoil, and shook his head, deciding to just open the box right there and then.
In such an environment, it doesn’t matter where it’s opened; there is no suitability or unsuitability.
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