Chapter 730: Chapter 371: Haven’t Had Such a Realistic Dream in a Long Time
The Deep Knowledge Crown itself has a certain amplification effect on spiritual power. Coupled with the recent breakthrough of Ronan’s expert-level [Ancient Star Meditation Technique], the growth in spiritual power and the transformation of the spiritual field brought by it, and the tenfold spiritual power boost under [Empty Spirit Extreme Thought]...
At the moment he began casting, his spiritual power was pushed to an unprecedented peak, infinitely close to the intermediate level of Level 5.
Moreover, after absorbing hundreds of ancient gold coins, which had long reached the Fifth Rank, Ronan’s [Golden Origin], previously subdued against the Level 5 late-stage Thomas, now unleashed an overwhelming crushing effect on the wizards of the Witch Heart Hall before him!
The Golden and Fire Blade fell, and the mesmerizing scene of the Golden Era bursting forth from the blade light almost swallowed everyone whole.
The several Level 4 late-stage Black Robed Wizards closest to the blade light had their spiritual power and energy field instantly torn apart. As the golden power descended slightly, signs immediately appeared on them as if cursed by gold, with their bodies turning into gold and melting rapidly in high heat.
Ronan’s blade light swept across, sending the Witch Heart Hall Level 4 Wizards flying like ragdolls. The asphalt-like golden flames splattered, and the chaotic consciousness rolled out waves of shock and fear.
When it struck the first Level 5 Wizard on the left, there was still no resistance encountered. The wizard’s eyes widened, and then his body rapidly elementalized, exploding like a puff of smoke with a "poof." Shreds of the Witch Heart Hall’s signature magic robe scattered in all directions, quickly corroded by gold and incinerated to ash.
The terrifying golden blade light only paused slightly when it reached the center position of the Star Disc Gate. The Golden Snake Earring man leading the Witch Heart Hall let out a piercing scream, his entire body suddenly transforming into a black light wheel oozing with blood at the center, like a twisted fierce sun, firmly resisting the invasion of the blade light.
Ronan’s gaze flickered slightly as the golden blade light gently pressed down. The accompanying countless golden chants instantly grew urgent, like innumerable golden blades rapidly vibrating.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
The sound of the void collapsing and caving in, the blood-oozing black sun quickly dented under the oppression of the blade light from the center.
Just like a balloon being sliced in half, deflating bit by bit.
Ronan watched as the Golden Snake Earring man’s body in the blood-oozing light wheel stretched rapidly in shock and reluctance, like a soft, boneless rubber man, finally being severed by the blade light. He fled in elemental form, with the light wheel then extinguishing.
"Boom boom boom—"
What seemed like a long process was actually just an instant. Without the obstruction of the Golden Snake Earring man, the golden blade light swiftly swept across.
The remaining Witch Heart Hall wizards in black robes were swept away by the golden blade light, as if engulfed and washed by a torrent of gold and fire, including the remaining Level 5 Wizard, all of them swept away completely.
On the stone platform before the Star Disc Gate, only a flat expanse of dazzling golden color remained, with nothing else in sight.
"Whoosh—"
With Ronan’s blade finally exhausted, a dense black cloud immediately rolled in before him, seemingly containing countless small golden snakes twisting within. The Golden Snake Earring man appeared intermittently among the tiny golden snakes, his expression dark.
In his hand appeared a flat magic wand resembling a black cactus with multiple upward-curving branches, which he pointed at Ronan.
A strong current of forbidden magic domain’s qi mechanism surged forth, countless tiny golden snakes within the black cloud converging, entwining to form a massive dark golden snake-tailed arrow, tearing through the void as it shot towards Ronan.
"Buzz!"
The snake-tailed arrow slowed about ten feet before Ronan, as if encountering a thick, invisible barrier, advancing with a "crack crack" ice-breaking sound.
Ronan remained expressionless, the Star Force Field in operation. Several invisible star bodies around him spun, releasing a terrifying gravitational pull. Dazzling energy beams spontaneously formed, converging into the position of the snake-tailed arrow as Ronan spread his five fingers...
The power of the Star Force Field somewhat exceeded Ronan’s expectations. The speed at which it gathered free energy particles was dozens of times faster than before, with an inexplicable star gravity acting, responding silently to the starry sky, forming a wonderful cycle of magic energy.
In the face of the forbidden level spell power unleashed by the Level 5 Wizard, although it couldn’t be resisted, it greatly delayed the arrival speed of the spell, far stronger than the energy defense methods of a normal Level 4 Wizard.
Having completed testing the strength of the Star Force Field, Ronan felt at ease, forming a Dharma Seal with his hands. The Golden Origin Blade rolled back like a golden waterfall.
Midway, the large, magnificent long knife trembled slightly, followed by strands of incomparably refined golden halo spreading from the blade. The chanting echoing in the void and the golden power contained within the blade suddenly elevated to a new level!
[Golden Fire] one of the Five Great Spells’ inheritances had unknowingly entered the second stage resonance during battle!
As a result, the power of the [Golden Origin] rose with the tide, the forbidden qi mechanism growing increasingly grand and thick!
"Crack crack—"
The Golden and Fire Blade swept across, instantly dyeing the approaching dense black cloud before Ronan with large swathes of golden color. Where the golden halo radiated from the blade, the black cloud rapidly collapsed, and the snake-tailed arrow obstructed by the Star Force Field’s defense was swiftly metallized, melted by the terrifying high temperature.
The Golden Snake Earring man within the black cloud appeared moved, his face showing a shocked and incredulous expression. His figure rapidly virtualized, dodging sideways towards the collapsing black cloud. Ronan casually pointed, the brilliant golden blade light pursued, the elementalized body of the man tainted by the power of golden might, part of his body swiftly taking on a golden hue.
"Swish—"
Accompanied by a smooth sound like a hot knife through butter, the golden glow flashed, reflecting the Golden Snake Earring man’s face full of terror, then quickly fading into smoke, vanishing into the distant darkness.
Only a slender arm seemingly cast and sculpted from gold fell with a crisp "clang" onto the stone ground of the waterway ruins.
Ronan casually swept his gaze, under the glorious, dazzling golden blade light, the remaining Witch Heart Hall wizards seemed like cockroaches and vermin exposed under the fierce sun, scurrying frantically in all directions, each one disappearing into the surrounding shadows in the blink of an eye.
Thus, before the Star Disc Gate, the vast space of the waterway ruins suddenly felt empty.
Aside from Ronan’s group... no one else was present.
Ronan, wearing a crown, gently landed in front of the Star Disc Gate, his finger lightly tapping the void before him, causing the patterns on the stone door to move and fit perfectly into suitable positions one by one.
Finally, accompanied by a wave of spatial fluctuation, the massive circular star disc opened from the center, revealing an entrance emitting a hazy white light.
"Let’s go."
Golden titanium specks like swallows returning to their nests, "ding ding dong dong," slipped into the sleeves of his magic robe and disappeared.
Ronan stepped into the circular light gate with a calm expression.
Heather took a deep breath, quickly following with her Fifth Rank Water Elemental Guard.
Soon, only the people of the Astronomical Society remained in the field.
In the deathly still field, the five people led by Aiwen stared blankly at the spot where Ronan and Heather had disappeared, their expressions still engulfed in a thick haze of bewilderment and trance.
All the way, they considered Spirit Lake Misha’s "mediocre strength," relying solely on wits, tactics, and background to compete with others...
With a Level 4 presence, overpowering the nine-wizard group led by three Level 5 Wizards from the Witch Heart Hall...
That scorching, majestic torrent of golden fire, the extremely brilliant and glorious blade light...
"It’s been so long since I had such a real... dream."
.....
In the dark and eerie ruins of the waterway, a mass of black-red turbid mist flew around like a living creature.
At a certain moment, a figure suddenly fell out of the mist, stumbling to the ground, revealing a man with a sinister aura and a pale, gaunt appearance.
The man’s spiritual energies were chaotic, his originally exquisite and noble Black Robe was ripped more than halfway, appearing tattered.
One of his arms was missing, as if it had been brutally severed by some terrifying force, yet no fresh blood flowed out; instead, the wound showed cracks like a metal sculpture, with some strange golden energy continually drilling into the rest of his body like a tenacious disease, and the foul, scorched smell of burning flesh and blood spread.
The man’s aura fell to a low point, even the fine golden snake-tail earring on his earlobe appeared dim and lacked demeanor.
He gritted his teeth, using his only remaining hand to take out several fine-grade potions from the space ring, raising them to shatter, and poured them all into his mouth mixed with crumbled bottle shards, chewing with a loud crackling.
He then picked up a flat, black, odd magic wand with numerous curved branches, harshly stabbed it into the ground beneath his feet, quickly setting up a magic barrier before taking out a transparent crystal ball embedded with a blood-red eyeball and fiercely crushing it in his hand.
"Buzz—"
A thick white mist overflowed, and within the mist, strange, blood-crying eyeballs blinked continuously before slowly vanishing.
The Golden Snake Earring Man stood amidst the thick mist, the mist swirling like a tide upon him, and his demeanor gradually calmed.
From his perspective, the space before him seemed to expand endlessly outward as the mist spread, presenting a boundless feeling of serene emptiness.
After a while, several black silhouettes slowly emerged from the white mist, their appearances unclear, mostly obscured by the thick mist, discernible only by their outlines.
"Urian... you’re injured."
An oppressive, low voice came from the end of the white mist.
"Yes."
The Golden Snake Earring Man, pale-faced, released his tightly gripped stump wound with his right hand, slightly bowing towards the direction of the voice.
It was evident that he held a considerable amount of respect for the other person.
Behind the flowing thick mist sat a tall figure on a massive black throne, with a majestic outline.
This was also the only seated presence among the figures emerging in the white mist.
"Spirit Lake, Deep Sea, Misha Tilion..."
The Golden Snake Earring Man recited each of their identities and names through gritted teeth, taking a deep breath, and spoke softly: "They severed one of my arms... I might be delayed in reaching the Oasis."
Within the white mist, a slight commotion arose.
More than four spiritual powers swept over to Urian, examining the location of his injury incessantly.