Chapter 685: Chapter 332: [Fivefold Mirror Light], [Six Heads], the Room, and the Son of the Deep Sea
There’s not much to say about something like the "Shattering Winter Mirror." If at the initial creation by Ronan, the Ice and Space type mysteries were in a 9:1 proportion, then after the Minotaur’s legacy infusion, this secret art’s proportion of Ice and Space type spells’ mysteries has now reached something like 8:2, or even 7:3.
The increase in the proportion of Space type mysteries naturally brings about an upgrade in the secret art’s profound meaning, enhancing its power.
Ronan can also officially begin his deep study and sealing confinement abilities regarding the "Hand Snow Country."
The true boost for Ronan comes from the "Multiple Mirror Light" seal.
After two rounds of optimization by Ronan, the "Multiple Mirror Light" seal barely reached the capability to reprint a spell three times.
Now, it has become four times, and it seems that this isn’t the limit, evolving towards a higher, more abnormal direction under the nourishment of legacy.
"Reprinting four times, plus the spell itself, is equivalent to fivefold the original spell’s effect... might as well call it ’Fivefold Mirror Light’.."
Ronan considered, like the "Screw Palace," adding one fold upon another going forward.
"As for ’Fivefold Mirror Light’..."
Ronan thought for a moment, and his body suddenly stretched, his figure lengthening, and large areas of snake scale-like patterns growing from his bare arms and neck, black-blue frost surging from around him....
Instantly, the whole person transformed into a form with blue hair, vertical pupils, an indescribably handsome and bewitching appearance, and an intense aura of evil dominance emanated from him.
He had already entered the bloodline activated "Ancient Ice" state.
His slightly sharp chin lifted slightly as rich Magic Domain Qi Mechanism surged from within him and mingled with each other.
In an instant, black-blue solid ice rapidly spread from under Ronan’s feet, unfolding like a frozen lake.
Six heads of ancient, fierce frost giant snakes silently emerged from the lake surface....
"Crack—"
In the Mist Space, countless free Ice type energy particles gathered, a deep blue lightning abruptly falling in the bright void, numerous arcs crossing each other, a rich forbidden aura surging out.
Ronan’s five fingers closed in the air.
The six-headed giant snake opened its enormous mouth and fiercely bit towards a certain spot!
"Boom!"
Where the six snakes converged, countless thick sharp ice spurs burst forth spectacularly like fireworks, densely packed, almost completely freezing and piercing through that piece of void!
"Six Heads! Hekalto’s Ancient Bite!"
Compared to before when simulating five heads was somewhat forced, now Ronan simulated Hekalto with six heads quite effortlessly.
The power of this secret art has directly moved up a level, already surpassing the posture of "Spiritual Moya Moya’s" descent, only second to "Forbidden - Black Hole."
"Perhaps the full eight-head posture might rival my ’Erosion Moment’..."
Ronan slowly exited the "Ancient Ice" state.
The potential of this secret art is actually far from ideal; the issue lies in the low concentration of Hekalto Ancient Frost Multi-headed Serpent bloodline within Ronan, as well as the overly superficial core secret technique of the spell.
Hekalto mastered eight kinds of Ice Frost True Intent, but "Hekalto’s Ancient Bite" did not even reprint one of the true intents, merely having its form.
If Ronan were to perform it in the state of "Crimson Ice," it would certainly manifest differently again.
"Knock on the crimson gate, master the crimson ice... what a pity, it’s not truly my power."
Ronan shook his head and experimented with the "Mirror Soul" spell, "Mirror Soul" and "Space Mirror Skill" are considered to be in the same lineage, perfectly fitting with the profound meaning of "Space Mirror Skill."
Now Ronan, utilizing "Mirror Soul" to summon mirror image clones, can almost achieve the level of passing off the fake as real.
The spatial magic legacy of the Minotaur is like an incredibly tempting orange.
Now Ronan has just peeled off the outermost peel, and he has already benefited immensely; it’s hard to imagine how delicious the flesh inside could possibly be.
"I wonder if it can..."
Having tested all sorts of spells, Ronan thought, slowly walking to a small silver door on one side of the space’s mist high wall.
His eyes gleamed as he slowly pressed his palm against it.
"Buzz—"
The "Void Mirror" in his mind immediately trembled.
Then, the small door in front of him creaked open from within.
A faint white light filtered out from inside, and Ronan stood quietly in front of the door for a while, before pushing the door open with a calm expression.
Mirrors.
Mirrors.
All mirrors, everywhere mirrors!
Behind the small silver door was a room entirely composed of mirrors.
Irregular mirrors pieced together seamlessly, presenting a dreamlike and disorienting sense of space and time dislocation.
Each mirror reflected Ronan’s image, each "Ronan" in the mirrors quietly looking at him.
At this moment, Ronan heard a cheerful and crisp laugh.
Like wind, like mist, it drifted past his ears, then clearly echoed within the room.
Before his eyes seemed to appear the figure of that blond-haired boy, the blond-haired boy standing before him, smiling brightly at him.
"Minotaur, is this the last room you wanted me to see?"
Ronan looked around, then raised a hand, and countless "Ronan" figures in the mirrors also raised their hands.
A faint spell fluctuation seeped from his fingertips.
In an instant, the spell fluctuations pouring from countless mirrors converged into a vast "ocean"!
Ronan immersed himself in this vast ocean of fluctuation, murmuring softly.
"So, this is... the ultimate form of [Space Mirror Skill]?"
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"Mix those two things together and mash them up..."
"Be gentle with your hands!"
"Pay attention to the resonance between your spiritual power and the potion during this process. Different frequencies, and the results after the catalytic reaction will be completely different..."
Under the luxuriant old oak tree, two figures stood and sat.
The young man standing at the lab bench, focused on his operation, had a tall figure and handsome features, exuding an innate calm and elegant demeanor. Every gesture was pleasing to the eye.
An old man with a pointed nose and somewhat lewd appearance sat comfortably in a reclining chair, holding a white cat, occasionally advising the young man at the lab bench.
It was Heliodor teaching and Ronan receiving "training".
"In the past six months, it seems that your strength has increased significantly?"
After providing some guidance, Heliodor suddenly shifted the conversation to another topic.
"Yes."
Ronan "honestly" replied, "I used some methods to enhance my soul power, and meditation also seems to remain effective..."
"To receive a Five Star rating at the Magic Tower during the entry-level selection shows that your accumulation at Level 3 was substantial.
This part of the undigested foundation will quickly transform into your strength as soon as you advance to Level 4..."
Heliodor seemed unsurprised and spoke mildly.
"But once this part of your foundation is entirely digested, your strength growth will return to normal, entering an extremely slow phase—prepare yourself mentally..."
"Understood."
Ronan nodded.
Heliodor asked again, "How is the progress on elemental spirituality and body resonance?"
Ronan shook his head, slowly replying, "Almost no progress."
"It’s only been six months, it would be strange if there was progress."
Heliodor casually remarked, noticing Ronan, despite being engaged in side talk, maintained smooth and effortless movements, exuding undeniable satisfaction.
"Oh right."
Remembering something, Heliodor continued, "The election for Son of the Deep Sea is about to start, are you planning to participate?"
Ronan paused his actions.
It wasn’t because of Heliodor’s words, but because the potion concoction before him was nearing completion.
With a beautiful spark blooming in his hand, Ronan gently capped the potion bottle. Inside the semi-transparent crystal potion bottle, it seemed to contain a thumb-sized crimson figure, repeatedly banging on the bottle walls, wailing and crying.
Just minutes ago, it was merely a pile of lifeless powder and solution on the lab bench.
"Fascinating, isn’t it?"
Heliodor stood up from the rocking chair, walked to Ronan’s side, and together they admired the little figure in the bottle.
"This is the charm of Magic Potion...
This [Elemental Water] only requires a bit of spiritual power guidance to effortlessly summon a low-level fire element almost comparable to a Level 3 Wizard’s strength.
And this is just the entry-level formula potion of [Elemental Water]..
So would you say spending time and energy on spell practice is worthwhile?"
"Absolutely pointless."
Ronan replied with a face full of "agreement".
Heliodor nodded approvingly at his attitude.
"Take this [Elemental Water] with you; consider it a gift for your hard practice during this time.
Damien, your talent is remarkable; I’m very glad to have a disciple like you.."
"Thank you, teacher."
Ronan respectfully expressed his gratitude to Heliodor.
Looking up, he saw Heliodor gazing at him, asking, "Returning to the original topic.
What is your answer to the question I just asked you?"
Ronan thought for a moment, then calmly looked at Heliodor and said, "Does the teacher hope I will participate?"
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