Chapter 687: Chapter 334: Forbidden and True Intent, Dream and Bottleneck
"Boom!"
Heather stood on a moss-covered rock, the water curtain automatically parted from both sides of her head. She held a delicate crystal chisel in her hand. Each time she struck the small door before her, it would tremble violently, causing large areas of light patterns to shatter like cracks.
Heather’s face was expressionless as she struck the small door again and again. The cracks on the door grew more numerous, yet she seemed oblivious to them.
At some moment, the small door abruptly opened from the inside out, revealing a tall and graceful figure from behind the door.
The young man behind the door had an exceptionally handsome face and a cold demeanor. His eyes were a mysterious gold-red, like molten gold flowing and swirling inside, exuding a powerful, domineering, and ancient noble aura.
Facing those eyes, Heather involuntarily had her breath taken away, her heart fluttering, and she took a subconscious step back, a moment of bewilderment flashing across her face.
But that domineering and ancient aura vanished without a trace in an instant, and the youth’s eyes returned to a tranquil bluish lake-like stillness.
He slightly frowned and spoke with a somewhat cold tone, "Heather, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Heather seemed slightly in a daze, as if she couldn’t discern whether her previous feelings were an illusion, but she quickly remembered her purpose for this visit. Her expression turned cold, and she said, "Damien, I’ll ask you one last time, do you want to accept my previous proposal?"
The young man’s gaze remained indifferent as he looked at her quietly, his attitude self-evident.
"Very well."
Heather slowly nodded and said, "I hope you won’t regret it."
After speaking, she turned and left directly.
Ronan watched Heather’s silhouette disappear and closed the small door expressionlessly.
Fine cracks appeared on the edge of the closing light gate, evidently indicating the internal array had been damaged.
"Help me notify the Maintenance Department and have them send someone to fix it."
Ronan couldn’t help frowning, but soon relaxed and lightly instructed Ariety, who had just poked a small head out of his collar.
Ariety responded quietly, flapped her small wings, and quickly flew away.
Ronan didn’t take Heather’s warning to heart; Heather was nothing more than a spoiled greenhouse flower sheltered under Lady Mel’s care.
Misha too, he was determined to secure the position of Son of the Deep Sea, even at the cost of prematurely breaking through Level 5.
Once Misha discovered Ronan’s intention to compete for the position of Son of the Deep Sea, relying on the backing of a Level 6 council elder-level figure, he might pose some substantive trouble for Ronan.
This issue couldn’t be resolved any other way, Ronan could only wade through it head-on, he hoped—
"Hopefully, he’ll pay less attention and suspicion to me, his subordinate who offered his soul and loyalty early on."
Returning to his castle residence, Ronan entered the Mist Space.
In one corner of the Mist Space, a roughly three to four hectare plot of black land was now entirely covered by golden lava, forming a small, intensely hot and terrifying volcanic magma zone.
During this time, Ronan had been contemplating the inheritance of the [Golden Fire Spirit Mo Ye].
With the continuous improvement in the master level proficiency of five inherited spells, he began to gradually touch upon the deeper secrets of the fusion of the elements of gold and fire within the Spirit Mo Ye inheritance.
Spreading his hand, a mass of gold metal condensed by titanium emerged in his hand, the golden surface burning with a thin layer of crimson flame.
It continually decomposed and restructured into a more intricate and complex formation, releasing a more overpowering and scorching aura.
This process was accompanied by some kind of low, ancient chant.
"Golden True Intent? Fire True Intent?"
Ronan muttered softly to himself, then shook his head.
"True Intent" is a unique mystical realm within the Forbidden Magic Domain, far stronger than the general level of Forbidden Power.
Just like Hekarter’s Ice Frost True Intent, representing the Crimson Ice of slaughter, when he merely grazed the surface, he could effortlessly crush Selena, who wore the Life Armor and also possessed Forbidden Power.
The double [Magic Control] endowed [Forbidden - Black Hole], with its tremendous power and transformation into [Erosion Moment], might be touching the edges of some kind of Energy Magic true intent.
The fusion of five Magical Domains, in its complete state, the [Golden Fire] itself had already reached the level of a Forbidden Magic Domain, and now with new insights, it grew stronger, but Ronan felt it was still far from evolving into True Intent.
However, it’s likely that he’s on the path to True Intent.
For True Intent, Ronan’s understanding is that it is the manifestation of the universe’s natural operating rules, a deeper approach to the essence of a particular elemental energy. It’s also the core that wizards continually attempt to approximate at the level of the Forbidden Magic Domain!
"Inheritance, the so-called inheritance, is not merely the transmission of the spell’s facade, but also the spirit entrusted within the spell, as well as the understanding of the natural rules of heaven and earth contained within the spell..."
At this moment, Ronan suddenly had a deeper understanding of the ancient, powerful spell inheritances in his possession.
Just like the space inheritance of Minotaur similar to the [Golden Country].
Ronan walked to a white misty high wall, "creak," pushing open a small silver door on the wall, and entered Minotaur’s mirrored room.
Countless mirrors in the room represented Minotaur’s understanding of the [Space Mirror Skill] spell.
Ronan stayed in this room, even if doing nothing, his comprehension of the [Space Mirror Skill] would continually deepen, as if an invisible mentor was constantly by his side, cautioning him and giving earnest teachings.
As a result, over time, the proficiency level of [Space Mirror Skill] had soared rapidly, making Ronan mistakenly believe he was a genius in space-related spell cultivation....
Emerging from the Mist Space, Ronan calmly stood on a balcony with an enormous floor-to-ceiling window at the top of the castle.
From this position, he could easily overlook the panorama of the entire space secret realm.
Thinking for a moment, Ronan took out the Communication Crystal of the Spirit Lake, spiritual power seeping in, and before long, a little old man wearing a pointed hat, driving a carriage, broke through space, appearing before him.
"Oh Damien.. now is not the time to read the newspaper, and there are no letters for you."
"There’s a nude banquet coming up, I have a few invitations left to send out, would you like one?"
The little old man whistled as he chatted with Ronan, whose forehead furrowed with black lines, casually tossing him a spiritual imprint.
"So you’re planning to sign up for the Son of the Deep Sea selection.. Damn, I should have realized it sooner."
"This recent matter has kept me quite busy.."
The little old man held onto his hat, muttering as he carved Ronan’s spiritual imprint into a beautiful crystal.
"Are there many Wizards registering?"
Ronan’s eyes flashed slightly as he casually asked.
"Oh, plenty. It’s practically a once-in-a-millennium event for the Deep Sea, even many Level 3 youngsters are rushing to join the excitement."
The little old man said, "The last time there were so many enthusiastic applicants was for an academic seminar hosted by some Elder-level figure related to the topic of ’soul mating’..."
Ronan couldn’t be bothered to continue the idle chat, flicking his finger to send the little old man back into the not-yet-closed space channel.
With the last task completed, Ronan leaned on the stone railing, gently calling the name "Alazan" in his heart.
In the consciousness space, a petal of the black dandelion gently fell.
Ronan closed his eyes, his mind sinking into...
"Pa!"
The sharp sound of something breaking the air.
A whip lashed violently on a figure’s body.
"Pah!"
High on a handsome horse, a Knight in bright armor spat fiercely with a sinister look, cursing, "Damn wretch! Luckily you didn’t delay my hunt.."
After cursing, he raised his whip and galloped away with a roar, followed by a group of people.
Once the people and horses had left, a thin and hunched figure slowly released the hands tightly holding his head and gradually looked up.
On that wax-yellow, youthful face, surprisingly, there was only peace and calm.
"It seems in this life.. I’m a stable hand."
.....
"Buzz——"
A Communication Magic Tool, shaped like a rose-colored crystal, hovered in the air, trembling softly, sending out ripples of light and gentle spell waves in the quiet room.
Near the balcony door, a figure half-reclining in a high-backed chair, seemingly taking a nap, slowly awoke from slumber.
"Whew——"
Ronan exhaled gently, the sense of age and fatigue in his eyes vanishing in an instant, restoring them to their original clarity and transparency in less than half a breath.
After reaching Level 4, "Reincarnation and Dreams" allows for a more rational and easier escape from the cycle.
In response, Ronan examined himself and found that his endurance for soul remnant seemed to have strengthened as well.
Of course, the limit merely increased; the aftermath still existed, but it wouldn’t significantly affect Ronan in the short term. Accumulated to a certain extent and erupting in one go, the symptoms might be even more intense than last time.
"In this life... seventy years... three thousand nine hundred and fifty-two Ancient Spirit Texts..."
Ronan recalled slightly, sorting out the gains from this cycle of reincarnation.
In this life of "reincarnation," his start was poor, taking a long while to break free from the circumstances, and he had to devote part of his energy to recuperating, but even so, he lived only seventy more years.
Ronan had a vague feeling that his Spirit Heart Amber cultivation seemed to have entered a "bottleneck."
Ronan determined the existence of this "bottleneck" based on "lifespan."
In several cycles of reincarnation, he couldn’t "live" beyond a hundred years in his dreams.
"Because without the manifestation of extraordinary power, no matter how much one tries, the upper limit of an ordinary person’s lifespan can’t be surpassed..."
"In hindsight, that previous dream related to the ’Deep Drowning Church’ was probably my closest to the extraordinary, the most likely time to break through the ’bottleneck’ while entering a dream.
If in that life I hadn’t sacrificed everything to memorize the Ancient Spirit Texts but had pursued another direction in planning development, perhaps by now, I would have already found the path of a Wizard in dreams..."
Ronan pondered deeply.
Alazan never mentioned these aspects; he deduced everything from his own experiences.
Now, closing his eyes, the image of the gigantic black snake entwining the world from that life remained vivid and clear in his mind.
Ronan realized that Spirit Heart Amber was an entirely unique inheritance unlike any he had encountered before.
Initially, in the dream, the cultivator must clarify the self, distinctly recognizing the difference between reality and the dream world before continuing cultivation.
Afterward, it involves understanding reincarnation, the soul insights brought by different lives.
Then, upon reaching a certain "bottleneck," aside from consciously advancing toward "extraordinary" development in dreams, a bit of "luck" is needed — drawing a dream world where "extraordinary" exists!