"Over this period, in order to refine the process of activating the combination of seven runes, I've been continuously casting the spell [Energy Missile - Particle Torrent], which has significantly increased my proficiency with this spell."
Ronan casually extinguished the sinking black sun and opened his character panel. He noticed that the proficiency of the skill [Energy Missile - Particle Torrent] had reached the Master level (1567/1600), not far from achieving Mastery.
"Once the [Particle Torrent] law domain fully transforms into a Taboo, and [Energy Missile] evolves into [Taboo. Black Hole], combined with the amplification from the runes and even the Law-Controlling armband... under this dual amplification, how formidable would [Taboo. Black Hole] become? It's unimaginable."
Who could have thought that a once common, almost neglected zero-tier beginner spell would, in Ronan's hands, evolve step by step into what it is today?
Ronan took a deep breath, calming the surging emotions within him.
He only thought about waiting until his consumed mental energy had mostly recovered, then he would try out [Taboo. Black Hole] under the dual amplification of the rune and the armband.
Two identical runes, one as a Soul Rune and the other as an external Magical Artifact support, theoretically, the combined effect would be somewhat diminished, but it would certainly be stronger than a single amplification.
The only question was whether Ronan's soul and body could withstand the immense pressure from the dual amplification.
"When you advance to the fifth level and have the ability to construct your own inheritance array and open your own elemental pool, this spell won't require such a long charging time, and its power will greatly increase."
Alazan, who had been observing Ronan's spellcasting process throughout, spoke up leisurely at this moment, once again "showing off" his knowledge as a former eighth-level wizard.
Although Ronan was quite interested in "inheritance arrays" and "elemental pools," considering that the fifth level was still too distant for him, he didn't bother to follow up on Alazan's lead.
He casually found a spot to sit down, and with a thought, the Ithium attached to his body spread out like ripples from beneath his Wizard Robe.
It transformed into a deep, indescribably agile silver, with the edges of the metal constantly breaking and reforming like weathered paper, over and over again, gradually emitting an indescribable sense of fragmentation and destruction.
Ronan gently placed his finger on the edge where the Ithium was breaking and reforming, and the destructive aura left a clear cut on his fingertip, with a faint trace of blood seeping out.
This was the effect of simultaneously activating his second and seventh Soul Runes.
The second rune was [Spatial Silvering], and the seventh... was the mysterious spatial rune he had obtained from the ancient Mirror Garden Secret Realm, in the "gif" format.
Due to not having practiced the corresponding spatial spells, Ronan couldn't fully manifest the effects of this rune. He could only activate part of its mystery by simultaneously stimulating it with [Spatial Silvering], using one rune to enhance the other.
The final result was this — the power of [Spatial Silvering] had significantly increased, even to the point of undergoing a qualitative transformation. The spatial shattering force it contained had evolved into a more powerful annihilating force! Along with it, the power of the two secret techniques, [Silver of Shattering] and [Shattered Winter Mirror], had also been greatly enhanced.
Ronan decided to name this rune [Annihilation]! The profound complexity of the [Annihilation] rune was such that if Ronan hadn't memorized over a thousand ancient spirit texts and absorbed the vast knowledge of runes within the Law-Controlling armband's space, even attempting to replicate it by imitation would have been nearly impossible.
He had lost count of how many failures he had endured in the process.
In addition to the [Annihilation] rune, Ronan had also successfully inscribed the [Crimson Ice] rune inherited from Hekalto. This rune was the key to unlocking the Taboo gate of the Hecalto Bloodline, and Ronan would not lightly attempt to open it unless absolutely necessary.
As for the final slot of the Soul Rune, Ronan chose the [Frostsong] rune, which he had exchanged for in the Spirit Lake Spirit Text Repository.
Its effect was to enhance the power of ice spells. Although it wasn't as powerful as Ronan's other Soul Runes, it was still a decent choice among those of the same level.
However, it hadn't been fully refined yet, and it still required some meticulous work. He estimated it would be completed within this month.
"Once all the runes are fully refined, it'll be time to enter the Silent Corridor and officially attempt to break through to the fourth level."
After resting, Ronan stood up, silently took out Herams' Law-Controlling armband, and put it on his right arm. At the same time, the seven Mental Power Crystals in his consciousness space gathered, and he activated the armband's effect, attempting to cast [Taboo. Black Hole] once again.
The moment the spell was completed, Ronan's pupils constricted sharply, and he felt as if someone had punched him hard in the heart.
An indescribable, terrifying force seemed to want to burst him open from the inside out!
"Cough!"
He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Immediately after, a massive black sun, ten times larger than before, reflected in his eyes, directly "devouring" the real sun above, creating a terrifying visual effect akin to a total solar eclipse.
"Good afternoon, dear Silver Coin."
Ronan walked slowly into the cluttered experimental space, deftly avoiding the wildly growing vines underfoot. A plump white cat leaped into his arms, and he gently held it, stroking it tenderly.
The white cat clearly enjoyed Ronan's affectionate petting, closing its eyes and twitching its whiskers slightly in contentment.
Ronan carried the cat all the way to where Heliodor was deeply engrossed in his work and softly called out, "Mentor."
He couldn't remember exactly when the way he addressed Heliodor had started to change.
At some point during the later stages of Ronan handling the formula materials for him, Heliodor had gradually begun to teach Ronan some knowledge about potion-making and alchemy. Then, the relationship between the two had shifted from a simple "professor and assistant" to something closer to "master and disciple."
Heliodor glanced up at Ronan, his gaze lingering on his face for a moment, and then, seemingly out of nowhere, he pulled out a potion and tossed it to Ronan.
"You don't look too well, your mental energy is weak, and your aura is somewhat chaotic," Ronan took the potion bottle thrown by Heliodor, glanced at it, then unscrewed the cap and slowly drank it, answering truthfully, "I just went to practice some spells and accidentally suffered some energy backlash."
Heliodor couldn't help but frown, then scolded with a tone of genuine concern, like a true mentor, "Instead of wasting time on this, you should focus on how to advance to the fourth level as soon as possible. The most powerful weapon of a wizard is not the staff in your hand, but—"
Heliodor tapped his own head lightly, speaking calmly, "Since I advanced to the fifth level, I have never learned a single offensive spell. Don't let useless things drain your energy... Your true talent does not lie in fighting others."
"Yes," Ronan replied respectfully.
Heliodor was satisfied with Ronan's attitude and waved his hand, signaling him to go about his business. When Ronan tactfully mentioned that the task of processing ten thousand potion formula materials assigned to him had been completed the previous week, Heliodor's face showed a momentary daze.
"How long has it been since you first came here?"
"One year, three months, and seven days," Ronan answered.
Heliodor couldn't help but murmur, "Has it really been that long?"
Heliodor looked at the calm and composed young man before him with an indescribable complexity in his eyes. Although he spoke of the passage of time, what he truly marveled at in his heart was how short the time had actually been.
Compared to the change in Ronan's address for him, it was Heliodor whose thoughts and attitude had undergone the greatest transformation.
After a brief silence, Heliodor took out a small space ring and tossed it to Ronan, saying, "This is your reward. Check it."
With that, he turned away, no longer paying attention to him.
Ronan took the ring from Heliodor and probed it with his mental energy.
Even though he had been somewhat prepared, when he saw Heliodor's so-called "reward," he couldn't help but be deeply moved.
All the materials needed to construct the Dawn Advancement Array.
Dozens of various potions, each in two bottles—one that Ronan had learned to prepare during the process, which he hadn't been allowed to take before, but now they were all "returned" to him.
The other bottle was likely prepared by Heliodor himself.
Clearly, this was meant to "demonstrate" for him.
Heliodor intended to guide him further down the path of potion-making.
"Thank you," Ronan set the ring down and spoke softly to Heliodor, "Mentor."
Heliodor raised his head, squinting as he looked Ronan up and down, but instead said something else.
"So eager to thank me... Have you really checked everything in the ring?"
"Huh?!"
Ronan was startled and probed the ring with his mental energy again.
Only then did he notice that in an inconspicuous corner of the ring's space, there was a recording crystal quietly placed.
Ronan picked up the crystal, and after reading the contents recorded within, his fingers holding the crystal trembled imperceptibly.
He took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and looked at Heliodor before him, "This is..."
"Isn't this what you've always wanted?"
Heriodo paused his work, squinted his eyes, and at that moment, he smiled like a sly and smug old beaver.
"The legacy that Herams left behind at the Spirit Lake."
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