Chapter 669: Chapter 316: Advancement, Magic Postman, Spirit Lake Intelligence (Requesting Monthly Ticket)
The rune that Ronan fed to Ahaxia came from the Ancient Yinduo Spirit at the Silent Corridor, a Level 5 being.
The Ancient Yinduo Spirit Crystal Core obtained from the Silent Corridor had long been absorbed by Ronan as a Demon Crystal. The remaining pieces transmitted were rune fragments from Ancient Yinduo, the most complete comparatively.
Feeding the Ancient Yinduo rune to Ahaxia was merely a small experiment Ronan conducted with his undead magic.
To truly enhance the built-in sonic effect of the “Ghost Arrow,” Ronan had another method prepared.
Ronan instructed Ahaxia to kneel before him, then extended his right hand, allowing the tip of his index finger to lightly touch Ahaxia’s forehead, slowly beginning to etch.
It seemed like a rune engraving process.
Ronan’s finger, like a red-hot soldering iron, etched imprint after imprint of runes on Ahaxia’s forehead.
Ahaxia’s already sinister visage twisted almost immediately, appearing to be in extreme pain, with wisps of black smoke continually rising from his forehead.
Ronan remained expressionless, his other hand gently holding a crudely shaped square-cornered cow bell.
What he was etching onto Ahaxia was the rune “Destructive Sound,” obtained from the Zhi Bone Demon Snail along with the “Screw Palace.”
Since practicing the “Ghost Arrow” was akin to refining a magic tool, in theory, inscribing runes on the arrow embryo of the “Ghost Arrow” should also be feasible.
Ronan etched slowly while Ahaxia’s expression transformed from pained and twisted to ferocious, revealing the ferocity of the undead as a massive grievance surged like a volcanic eruption.
Ronan was constantly prepared to use the square-cornered cow bell to suppress Ahaxia’s counterattack.
Yet surprisingly, until the end, Ahaxia did not make any attacking move towards him.
“Phew—”
Ronan swiftly withdrew his hand, and the black smoke dissipated. Ahaxia, nearly transparent and exhausted, spontaneously transformed into a black mist and entered the cow bell in Ronan’s hand.
If it continued, Ahaxia’s ghost body might have completely collapsed.
The inscription of “Destructive Sound” was not complete; it was not something that could be done in one go; several more attempts would see it finished soon.
Ronan lightly waved his sleeve, the earth beneath churned, filling the pool dug for refining the “Ghost Arrow,” erasing all traces.
Then he casually found a place to sit down, organizing the harvests from his six-month practice.
[Name: Ronan Damien]
[Age: 27]
[Talent: Ice Attribute Affinity, Pure Body (active), Empty Spirit Extreme Thought (active)… Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline (3%)]
[Strength: Level 4 Official Wizard (2%)]
[Skills: Ancient Star Meditation Technique (Mastery 256/400)
Ice Dragon Roll (Mastery 211/400)
Cold Wave Rush (Mastery 305/400)
Summon Ice Spirit (Mastery 156/400)
Energy Missile-Particle Torrent (Master 1599/1600)
Black Steel Touch-Golden Fire (Master 823/1600)
….]
In six months, with the “Ancient Star Meditation Technique,” Ronan achieved a “staggering” one percent progress in spiritual power.
At this rate, it would take another fifty years to reach the end of Level 4 Dawn and attempt to break through to Level 5.
Time seemed to flash back to the apprenticeship days when he struggled with Basic Meditation Technique, but in reality, this progress was already unattainable for a typical Level 4 Wizard.
Solely relying on meditation, an ordinary Level 4 Wizard would take decades to reach a similar state as Ronan.
In spell cultivation, Ronan spent most of his time on the inherited practice of “Golden Fire,” not much on the three new Level 4 Ice Magics, only barely achieving mastery.
For him, it was sufficient for the Level 4 Ice Magics to smoothly incorporate into the “Frozen Soil” system; the remaining proficiency could be slowly improved later.
Correspondingly, the proficiency of the five inherited spells of “Golden Fire” saw “leaps and bounds.”
They all reached the first stage of Magic Domain Resonance, meaning a master level proficiency of over 500 points, and the focus of his practice, “Golden Soul,” had even early on reached the stage of the second Magic Domain Resonance.
The proficiency of “Energy Missile” was stuck at master level 1599, just one step away from breaking through to the next level, needing some more slow, honing effort.
Similarly stuck at this point was “Ascetic Body Refinement,” unable to break through due to a lack of crucial Holy Shrine power; however, the “Screw Palace” had been built by Ronan to the “triple” level, naturally making the “Ancient Mara’s Body” stronger.
However, Ronan already felt some resistance from the body. If “Ascetic Body Refinement” could not break through soon, the progress in building the “Screw Palace” might also come to an end…
In these six months, Ronan had been working to create a new fighting system at the Dawn Rank, with remarkable success, just awaiting real battle verification.
Ronan closed his eyes, directing his mind into his consciousness space.
The dark golden spiritual power core in his mind remained the same, only that the number of Ancient Spirit Texts creeping like blood vessels on it seemed slightly more.
Ronan’s mind descended, landing on a mysterious black-and-white Light Cocoon beneath the dark golden core.
Countless fine threads extended from the Light Cocoon, connecting all of Ronan, from the body to the soul.
The light cocoon formed by the [Secret Chrysalis], under the uninterrupted “nurture” of his entire body and mind, as well as the feeding of a large number of demon crystals, has now almost turned a third of its part from white to black.
During this period, Ronan even thought about entering the Silent Corridor again, but after contacting Sigel, he learned that Zig from the Witch Heart Hall was still lurking within the Silent Corridor, still not giving up on finding him, and seemed to have become particularly irritable and fierce.
Ronan had to give up.
“Alazan…”
Ronan gently called Alazan’s name in his heart, and a golden beetle slowly crawled towards him from the back of a dark golden sphere.
Before he could say anything, the golden beetle gently spit out a little red glow from its mouth, which slowly spread before Ronan’s “eyes,” forming a twisted and strange rune pattern.
Ronan pondered silently over the Ancient Spirit Text before him and quietly asked, “Which number is this?”
“Eighty-two.”
Alazan responded slowly.
Ronan did not speak.
After advancing to Level 4, his soul power and spiritual power had substantially increased, and his efficiency in comprehending the Ancient Spirit Text had greatly improved as well.
It takes about two to three days to completely memorize one.
Due to the personal panel, he had an inherent advantage in memorizing the Ancient Spirit Text. Once fully utilizing his efficiency, the speed at which he memorized the Ancient Spirit Text even “surprised” Alazan.
But Ronan still felt it was too slow.
At this rate, it would take him a total of sixty-nine times to “acquire” the first “ten thousand Ancient Spirit Texts” promised by Alazan.
Since it was already a “transaction,” Ronan’s ambition naturally went beyond a mere “ten thousand”; ideally, he wished to exhaust all of Alazan’s internal reserves.
He was already far behind Juventus’s typical genius regarding bloodline foundation; in other aspects, he naturally had to strive to the extreme.
Moreover, after the Ancient Star Meditation technique broke through to the mastery level, Ronan made a little new progress in piecing together the Ancient Origin Runes.
Although completing this grand “jigsaw puzzle” within his lifetime seemed like a hopeless task, what if, by chance?
Therefore, Ronan needed to collect more “puzzle fragments.”
“I’m ready to start a new round of ‘Spirit Heart Amber’ practice.”
Ronan discussed with Alazan in his mind.
Unexpectedly, Alazan did not oppose too much, only reminding him not to forget about the Awakening Potion.
If he could not find the Awakening Potion, all his current efforts would transform into a barrier hindering his advancement when he approached the fifth level.
Ronan nodded, indicating his understanding.
While communicating with Alazan, he suddenly felt a slight space fluctuation, followed by a crisp and pleasant bell sound ringing in his ears.
“Ding ling ling ——”
Ronan opened his eyes and saw, from afar, near the apple orchard by the castle, a palm-sized miniature and beautiful carriage flying out from the void.
Two little horses with white wings were pulling a small old man wearing a blue wizard hat behind them.
This guy was humming an indeterminate tune, waving a small leather whip, with a delicate silver bell hanging on the carriage, which appeared to be stuffed with something.
“Oh, beautiful Miss Ariety, so glad we meet again…”
The little old man, upon landing, saw Ariety, who was holding a small steel fork and doing regular pest control on the apple trees, instantly ran down from the carriage intending to kiss Ariety’s hand, startling her to quickly hide among the branches and leaves.
Ronan flicked his fingers from afar, sending out a rapid invisible wave.
The improper little old man immediately rolled on the ground like he was heavily kicked in the butt, rolling for ten-odd circles before getting up in a daze.
“My dear Lord Ronan, your strikes are getting heavier… I feel my old bones will be shattered by you one of these days…”
The little old man straightened his wizard hat, muttering, then began looking for his lost whip all over the ground.
“If you continue being rude to Ariety, I’ll strike harder next time.”
Ronan said flatly.
The little old man subconsciously shrank his neck, finally finding his lost whip, then hurriedly drove the carriage straight towards Ronan.
The little old man before him was the magical tool spirit of a Dawn Magic Tool from Spirit Lake, similar to the one Ronan encountered before, the silver cane that had escaped from the Ancient Mirror Court.
The little old man was identified as a “postman,” specifically transporting items to various Dawn Wizards in the Deep Sea… well, as well as “newspapers.”
The little old man approached Ronan, tidied up his robe, blinking at him.
Ronan didn’t even raise his eyelids, casually said, “Let’s begin.”
As if receiving a certain command, the little old man perked up, pulling out a crumpled parchment from the cart behind him, then cleared his throat, loudly announcing, “Welcome to tune in to the Spirit Lake Intelligence Bulletin brought to you this month by Sadieus Avery Ramsey….”
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