After Cooper left, Ronan stayed alone on the balcony for a while, until a maid carrying freshly brewed tea interrupted his wandering thoughts.
The energy shield of the "Silver Falcon" airship was indeed terrifying for ordinary people, but the fear displayed by the girl in front of him was mostly feigned.
She trembled all over, putting on a pitiful act, and when Ronan's gaze fell on her, she deliberately lifted her ample chest.
Ronan did not drink the tea; he simply waved his hand lightly, signaling the girl to step back. In that moment, as she lowered her head obediently, a hint of undeniable disappointment flickered in her eyes.
Ronan took one last look at the stormy entrance resembling an eye in the sky, turned his gaze back to the direction Cooper had disappeared, and then calmly turned to leave.
As soon as he stepped into the meditation room, Ronan's body suddenly trembled slightly.
A faint change flashed across his face, and he sat down cross-legged on the spot.
Turning his mental power inward, he saw a small holy tree pattern rapidly spinning at the position of his heart.
As the heart expanded with the rotation of the holy tree, it grew nearly twice its normal size. At the moment the spinning stopped, the heart shrank rapidly like a deflating balloon, followed by red threads resembling capillaries growing from around the shrinking heart. "The first bloodline simulation is complete."
Ronan blinked, feeling a mix of luck and anticipation as he manipulated those red threads to extend outward, each one piercing into his flesh.
In an instant, Ronan felt his skin tighten sharply, and then his originally smooth skin seemed to become even more delicate, glowing with a moonlight-like hue under the light of the meditation crystals.
"The bloodline of the moonlight spirit within me is being purified."
Ronan exhaled softly, directly cutting off the further transformation of the bloodline by the red threads within him. This simulation could be considered a formal failure.
There was no disappointment to speak of.
The chances of successfully selecting the Ancient Frost Hydra on the first simulation were simply too slim, and he had never been known for his luck.
Ronan had even prepared for the worst, which was the complete depletion of his bloodline source without achieving the desired result.
He calculated silently; this simulation took about nine months from start to finish.
Looking again at the data on his character panel, the bloodline concentration of "Ancient Frost Hydra" had decreased from six percent to five percent.
"That means I can simulate at most five more times. If I don't succeed after five attempts, I will completely lose the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline."
Ronan reached this conclusion without any emotional fluctuation.
If he could completely rid himself of the control of "Hekalto's" will, it wouldn't be unacceptable. However, the entanglement brought by the "Pocilina Soul Contract" would still require him to find another way to resolve.
Watching the holy tree formation on his heart begin to operate again, Ronan withdrew his attention.
The worse the situation, the harder he needed to practice.
During this time of hard training, Ronan had focused almost all his energy on practicing the "Ancient Star Meditation Method." With his current level of mental power, he could complete a basic star chart simulation in about two to three days.
Each time he completed a simulation, the proficiency of the "Ancient Star Meditation Method" increased by one. When the proficiency reached "Entry Level (23/100)," he finally fully comprehended the core "Spell" rune within the Herams' Magic Arm Ring.
Ronan rationally divided the entire "Spell" rune into six parts, each inscribed on his six vacant Mental Power Crystals.
Currently, he had begun inscribing the first part of the rune. Whether he could succeed depended on whether this first step could be executed perfectly as he envisioned. If he couldn't achieve that, he would have to start over and consider a more detailed splitting plan.
During this time, Ronan felt the aftereffects of the "Dream of Reincarnation" that Alazan had mentioned.
The specific symptoms manifested as occasional flashes of memories from his seventy-two years of dreaming while he was thinking and meditating.
In fact, the impact was not significant, and the frequency of the symptoms was not high. However, Alazan provided a solution—a recipe for an ancient potion called "Awakening Elixir."
The name of this potion reminded Ronan of a potion called "Sleep Elixir" that he had taken during his apprenticeship while struggling in the Hordadam Treehouse area. The names of the two potions were amusingly similar, but their grades, the knowledge contained in their recipes, and the understanding of potion-making were worlds apart.
Ronan had carefully discussed this recipe with Alazan. Based on his knowledge and Alazan's profound expertise in potion-making, he found that ninety percent of the materials required for the recipe could basically be found as substitutes in the current wizarding world.
The only material that could not be replaced was called "Awakening Serpent Venom."
According to Alazan, the Awakening Serpent was not a creature of this world; it was not considered rare, but it required opening a spatial passage to another world to capture. In Alazan's time, this was not a difficult task at all; he even knew several world coordinates where the Awakening Serpent existed.
However, for the current wizarding world and for Ronan now, achieving this was quite challenging.
It was uncertain whether there were still "Awakening Serpents" or "Awakening Serpent Venom" in existence in the current wizarding world. Ronan could only temporarily set aside the preparation of this potion and see if he could gather the materials in the future.
Without the assistance of the "Awakening Elixir," relying solely on the soul's self-purification ability, the safest and most stable interval between two "dream entries" was three years.
Considering that Ronan's will was far stronger and more resolute than that of a normal wizard, and that he could complete a full seventy-two years of life in the first dream entry, Alazan suggested that the interval should be at least no shorter than a year.
Ronan privately considered shortening this time to six months as usual. He continued his meditation practice, and in his consciousness space, the ancient stars transformed and scattered, the starlight flowing.
Suddenly, a massive golden ladybug streaked across the starry sky like a burning comet. Ronan's spirit jolted, and he slowly exited the meditative state.
Immediately, some unclear images began to present themselves in his mind.
Intermittent voices emerged from the images, giving Ronan the feeling of watching an old television set with poor signal reception—
"Do we really need to use this against a level three kid when both of us are level four?"
"The Purple Mist Flower Juice is to ensure absolute certainty. This is a plan personally devised by Fumingge; you should know his temperament. He is someone who cannot tolerate the slightest accident."
"A tenth of the dosage is enough to turn him into a lamb for slaughter. Such precious poison cannot be wasted on a mere level three. The rest will be split between you and me; I happen to have something that requires the Purple Mist Flower Juice to implement."
"I know my limits."
"...If Goodman knew that the few disciples he neglected and sent to the south would one day bring him such a huge return, he probably wouldn't have risked breaking through to level six ten years ago."
"...Fumingge has talent, means, and ambition. He has planned for this day for two hundred years. This is what he deserves; everything has long been predetermined and will not change because of anyone or anything."
"You say, after we obtain the inheritance, if—"
"Get rid of those unrealistic thoughts in your head, Lumian. Be careful not to bring disaster upon yourself."
Ronan quietly watched the two figures, one standing and one sitting, conversing in the images until they completely vanished from his mind.
In the quiet meditation room, the formation flickered with dim light, and an inexplicable oppressive atmosphere slowly spread.
After a long silence, Alazan's voice broke the calm.
"It seems your concerns are not unfounded. How do you plan to respond?"
Ronan pondered for a moment and replied, "There are too many uncertain factors here; I don't have complete confidence."
"What are your thoughts then?"
"I want to find a way to leave early."
Ronan said calmly, "I've tried. The protective formation on the outside of this airship is solid, but I have means to break through quickly. However, to do so without alarming them, I may need your help."
Alazan was silent for a few breaths before slowly speaking, "Alright."
Ronan nodded and closed his eyes again.
He continued the meditation that had been interrupted earlier.
His mind was undisturbed, as if nothing had happened.
On the first floor of the garden villa, a well-proportioned maid hurriedly carried steaming dishes up to the second floor.
As she passed a corner of the stairs, time seemed to stand still.
A tall figure slowly emerged from the wall.
Cooper reached out and gently brushed over a bowl of steaming thick soup on the maid's tray, and some barely visible powder fell from his fingernails into the soup.
The white steam rising from the soup suddenly transformed into a mysterious and beautiful purple, resembling blooming Roland flowers, and in the blink of an eye, all the purple faded, and "time at a standstill" resumed its flow.
Unaware, the maid continued her ascent, soon arriving at the door of a room at the end of the second floor.
After a gentle knock, the door opened from within, and a handsome young man in a black and silver Wizard Robe stepped out.
The maid carefully presented the tray, and the young man scanned the food before naturally picking up a silver spoon to taste the most enticing thick soup in the dish.
After tasting, a slight satisfaction appeared on his face as he accepted the food, waved his hand, and the maid respectfully retreated.
At the moment the door closed again, Cooper's figure appeared silently in front of the door like a ghost, gently tugging at the corner of his mouth before vanishing into thin air.
In the serene garden, two figures appeared side by side on the cobblestone path among the flower bushes.
"Three days."
Lumian, surrounded by a faint heat, lightly brushed off the fire lizard skin robe on his body and spoke expressionlessly, "That kid should have turned into a puddle of pus by now, right? His soul should be nearly eroded."
Cooper, the true master of the garden, walked calmly toward the house not far ahead, shaking his head as he walked.
"I didn't use much; otherwise, we wouldn't have to wait three days. He is probably in a near-death coma state, but definitely beyond saving."
As he spoke, Cooper flipped his palm, and a crystal ball emitting a faint blue light appeared between his fingers.
He casually glanced into the crystal ball, but his brow quickly furrowed.
"What's wrong? Is something off?"
Lumian caught the unusual expression on Cooper's face and asked.
Cooper remained silent, squinting his eyes. In a blink, he appeared on the second floor of the garden villa.
He waved his hand, and a door at the end of the second floor opened automatically.
The two stepped inside and immediately saw a young figure sitting cross-legged in the center of the room, facing away from them.
"Good kid, you can still sit there."
A cold glint flashed in Lumian's eyes as he snorted. A powerful mental force radiated from him, and just as he was about to make a move, someone acted even faster.
"Whoosh—"
A deep purple Spell light, carrying terrifying energy pressure, howled toward the seated figure in the room, creating a series of continuous air explosion sounds along the way.
The young figure sitting on the ground sensed the intense crisis and leaped up sharply, but in the next moment, he was precisely struck by the energy light ball.
"Boom—"
The figure exploded, most of his form engulfed by the light ball, and some fragments resembling flesh splattered everywhere, hitting the surrounding walls and triggering protective formations one after another.
Cooper reached out and grabbed some of the splattered "flesh."
Upon closer inspection, he found it was merely some semi-melted metallic residue, mixed with a trace of tiny bloodstains.
"We've been played."
Cooper's expression instantly turned dark and cold. "He used some kind of clone Spell; his aura was almost identical to his real body, even fooling the monitoring formation."
"That bastard is going to die."
Lumian slowly uttered, each syllable accompanied by a rolling heat wave more intense than lava.
"Not a problem."
Cooper spoke expressionlessly. "With the poison of the Purple Mist Flower Juice, he won't be able to run far.
It's just a matter of putting in a bit more effort."
After saying this, Cooper quickly recited a rapid incantation. As he spoke the spell, the metallic residue and bloodstains he had just grabbed surged violently, quickly transforming into a bizarre black headless moth, which then "whooshed" out of the room.
The headless moth flew out of the room, directly passing through the external protective formation and plunging into the chaotic air currents and lightning outside the airship.
Cooper and Lumian followed the headless moth relentlessly. After five sandglass intervals, the leading headless moth suddenly exploded.
At the edge of the massive storm eye, under a dark sky filled with dense clouds, storms, and lightning, a figure finally appeared in the sight of the two.
Seeing the target, without any unnecessary words, the red-haired Lumian let out a long howl. Beneath his Wizard Robe, layers of crimson surged forth, and he transformed into a river of scorching, surging magma, instantly sweeping away all storms and lightning in a certain area, quickly blocking the figure ahead.
A cold glint flashed in Cooper's eyes as layers of black mist spread from his body. In the blink of an eye, he also caught up with the figure ahead, flanking it on the left and right with Lumian, firmly blocking the figure.
One was red, one was black; one was fiery, the other icy. The terrifying momentum of the level four Dawn Wizards split a small section of the sky into two colors, forming an energy hurricane more terrifying than the outside, sealing the young figure within like a reinforced iron barrel.
"Dear Damien... why did you suddenly leave without a word?"
Cooper squinted at the young man wrapped in the Wizard Robe below, smiling brightly as he inquired, though his eyes were icy cold.
"Why are you still wasting words with him?!"
Lumian growled, his voice sounding like many voices overlapping, akin to the impact of magma boulders, shaking the void with a buzzing sound.
The hurricane formed by their combined momentum made the young man's Wizard Robe rustle, and his hood fell away.
The young man brushed aside the white hair that had fallen over his face and sighed softly, "I thought I could escape this calamity."
"With that clumsy Spell technique?"
Lumian scoffed disdainfully, "You think you can escape?"
"No."
The young man shook his head, then looked at the two and spoke calmly, "I was talking about you."
Before his words fell, an unmatched, rich golden light circle suddenly expanded from the young man.
In an instant, a mental power field far beyond that of an ordinary level four, as vast and heavy as an ocean, tore through the heavy heat waves and coldness in the void, rising like an incredibly brilliant golden sun from the dark valley. "After all... I really don't want to kill the people of the Law Ring."
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