In the void of consciousness, three Mental Power Crystals spun rapidly in a triangular formation, emitting a vast amount of crystal brilliance that gathered at the center of the triangle.
A fourth crystal slowly began to coalesce, with mysterious and profound patterns continuously growing within it.
When the fourth crystal reached a certain size, a low hum resonated.
The four Mental Power Crystals in the consciousness space trembled simultaneously, as if a mysterious force suddenly pushed outward.
Crack, crack, crack—
The pitch-black void of consciousness rapidly expanded, and the four Mental Power Crystals surged, growing to several times their original size, their colors becoming increasingly brilliant and sparkling, resembling four top-tier diamonds.
Whoosh—
In the dim and quiet small room, an invisible whirlwind suddenly emerged, forming a large vortex of air.
The simple furniture in the room was slightly moved, producing a soft rustling sound.
Amidst this extraordinary phenomenon, Ronan quietly opened his eyes, and the golden light that burst forth from his gaze illuminated the entire room.
Ronan slowly stood up, and at that moment, he had become the source of light in the room.
He seemed to carry a certain halo, his body and the surface of his Wizard Robe coated in a faint golden glow, as if he were basking in bright sunlight at all times.
"Is this the realm of a Level 3 Wizard?"
Ronan murmured, looking down at his hands, the edges of his palms also glowing, making his fingers appear even more slender and fair.
In his mind, four pale golden Mental Power Crystals floated quietly.
Among them, three were larger, while the fourth was a few sizes smaller, with a shape resembling flames, but the color was a cold white rune pattern solidified within.
This was his fourth Soul Rune—[Ice Flame].
It came from the inheritance of the Lanster Family and was one of the core inheritance seals of the "Ice Flame Iris."
Pulling up his character panel, Ronan saw that the strength section now displayed [Level 3 Official Wizard (1%)].
"The quality of my mental power has improved, about ten times stronger than when I was at the late stage of Level 2 Wizard."
Ronan silently felt, "I estimate... it can match the mental power strength of an average Level 3 mid-stage Wizard."
The benefits of the second purification of mental power brought by the [Basic Meditation Technique] were continuously manifesting, and in addition, Ronan's soul power had also significantly increased.
The increase in soul power brought about an enhancement in spell control ability.
The relationship between soul power, mental power, and spells is such that soul power is like a person's body, mental power is the strength that grows from this body, and spells are the weapons.
Generally speaking, the size and strength of the body are proportional to the strength; the greater the strength, the heavier the weapon one can wield.
Previously, Ronan's mental power had undergone a second purification, so his "strength" was greater than that of other Wizards of the same level, like a naturally strong child wielding a giant sword. Although the strength was sufficient, due to his size, many delicate maneuvers might not be possible.
Now, having grown into an "adult" body, wielding the same weapon would naturally become effortless.
Time was pressing, and there was clearly no time to practice Level 3 spells on the fly.
Ronan casually summoned a small ice ball in his palm, his gaze flickering slightly, and within the consciousness space, the [Ice Flame] seal flickered gently.
In an instant, the ice ball in his palm silently erupted into a cluster of blue-white mist, his fingers slowly closing, causing the mist to gradually shrink until it completely transformed into ice-blue flames.
As the flames took shape, it seemed that all the heat in the small room converged towards it, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply. In the blink of an eye, a thin layer of white frost covered the walls and floor.
"With the enhancement of [Ice Flame], the icy power of the ice-type spell has undergone a qualitative change. The legend of Ice Flame Iris from the Lanster Family truly begins from this point."
Ronan slowly extinguished the Ice Flame ice ball in his hand, feeling a strange insight arise within him.
He recalled that in the dream of the inheritance of the mechanical heart Schbiert, the "Alchemist" had told him that the connections between elements were more wondrous and intricate than he had imagined.
"You are destined to walk the path of mastering both ice and fire. The golden throne is not merely surrounded by frost."
Ronan softly recited the words the "Alchemist" had once told him.
Although the effect of [Ice Flame] had nothing to do with the concept of "ice and fire coexisting," the frost condensed to a certain extreme indeed exhibited some characteristics of flames.
Ronan felt as if he had grasped something, but like a reflection in water, it shattered with the slightest touch.
"The realm of ice and fire coexisting is still too far from me; I will take it step by step."
Ronan shook his head and slowly rose.
With the promotion from Level 2 to Level 3, both Ronan's mental power and soul power had significantly increased. Coupled with the effects of [Ice Flame], Ronan's control and compression ability over the icy power had greatly improved.
This made a certain idea that had been lingering in his mind suddenly seem feasible, but whether it was truly viable would have to be tested in actual combat.
Claire stood in front of the mushroom-shaped small house, her lips pressed tightly together, holding a glowing communication stone that flickered continuously in her hand, her eyes fixed on a nearby, gradually shrinking light barrier.
Whoosh—
The light barrier, which had been moving slowly, suddenly accelerated its contraction, rapidly approaching Claire at a visible speed.
Claire's expression changed slightly, and she instinctively glanced back at the small house.
Whoosh—
Almost simultaneously, a strong wind rushed towards her, and a blinding golden light burst forth before her eyes.
Claire instinctively squinted, stepping back two paces.
When she regained her senses, she was astonished to find Ronan's figure standing before her.
Compared to a few days ago, Ronan's appearance had not changed much, but his entire aura had undergone a dramatic transformation.
It was increasingly deep and restrained, exuding a hint of coldness. Even though they were both Level 3 Wizards, Claire felt a suffocating sense of invisible pressure just by getting a little closer to Ronan.
This feeling shocked her; she knew that it had not been long since she had been promoted to Level 3 Wizard, and she was about to condense her sixth Mental Power Crystal.
In terms of combat power, Claire knew she was absolutely no match for Ronan, but to think that her solid mental power cultivation would also be suppressed was hard for her to accept.
"Let's leave here first."
Ronan, stepping out of the small house, glanced at the rapidly shrinking light barrier and called to Claire.
Claire nodded, and the two did not delay, quickly leaving the area before the barrier shrank completely.
"Thank you for your help these past few days."
In the sky above Fairy Ancient City, Ronan expressed his gratitude to Claire. During his seclusion, he had sensed Wizards lingering nearby more than once, but they had all been driven away by Claire.
Without Claire's protection, although his promotion would not have failed, the process would undoubtedly have been much more tumultuous.
Claire simply shook her head in response to Ronan's thanks and then shifted the topic to the competition they were both concerned about.
"There are only seven vacant seats left now."
"There are not only our Azure Mist Society competing for seats; Havid and the others have faced considerable resistance in their joint efforts to seize seats, and..."
Claire glanced at Ronan with a complex expression and said, "O'Ryan has gathered a group of people, trying to resist Andariel."
"Huh?!"
Ronan was astonished, turning his gaze from the white pillars of light in the center of Fairy Ancient City to Claire, just then a series of urgent sounds of breaking air drew their attention.
They looked in the direction of the sound and saw several figures flying towards them, one after another.
They were moving quickly; the pursuers were three Level 3 Wizards, while the one they were pursuing emitted a rare aura of only a Level 2 Wizard.
Ronan glanced at the pursued figure: long hair, a heroic appearance, and a determined gaze—it was the young Wizard Fieljegaron, who had once teamed up with him to snatch someone else's "ticket" to enter Fairy Ancient City.
It was unclear what the latter had done, but the three Level 3 Wizards chasing him were filled with murderous intent, closely pursuing him and casting warning glances at Ronan and Claire from a distance.
Ronan's eyes flickered, and half a breath later, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot.
He almost instantly appeared between Fieljegaron and the three Level 3 Wizards pursuing him.
With a brilliant glow on his forehead, a pale golden mental power field radiated from him, and Ithium metal flowed down his right hand, quickly condensing into a silver-white spear.
Rich icy power gathered on the spear, transforming into ice-blue cold flames, followed by a surge of emerald green ghostly fire, as the energy of the law domain rapidly circulated.
"Get lost!"
One of the three Level 3 Wizards, with a cold expression, raised a hand, and a vast law domain emanated from him.
But before his spell could take shape, Ronan's spear had already been indifferently thrust forward.
Mental power, frost flames, Spell Breaking Flame—multiple forces intertwined on the spear, bursting forth with a momentary dazzling brilliance.
The spear shot forth like lightning, appearing abruptly before the Level 3 Wizard, effortlessly tearing through his mental power field, extraordinary law domain, and layers of defensive measures.
Boom!
The spear pierced through the Wizard's chest, its momentum unabated, crashing down like a meteor, ultimately pinning him against the outer wall of an ancient building!
At that moment, both the pursuers and the pursued came to a halt.
Everyone on the scene, including Claire, stared at Ronan with eyes wide in shock.
Ronan stepped through the void, walking step by step towards the Level 3 Wizard he had pinned to the high wall with his spear.
His expression was calm as he raised his right hand, and the silver spear entwined with flames trembled, while the Wizard, whose body had been pierced, opened his mouth as if to say something, but his body quickly became blurry and ultimately vanished.
Only a large, colorful light orb remained, swiftly merging into Ronan's body.
Ronan casually grasped the Titanium Spear that flew back to him, closed his eyes, and a large amount of gray smoke erupted around his body, enveloping him like an ancient, broken burning banner.
In the deathly silence of the scene, the two Level 3 Wizards chasing Fieljegaron rapidly retreated, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Fieljegaron's face tightened, his expression dazed.
At this moment, he had already recalled the identity of the handsome young man who had come to his rescue.
When Fairy Ancient City had just opened, he had, like Fieljegaron, snatched a ticket from a Level 3 Wizard to enter the competition.
Their beginnings were remarkably similar; the only difference was that at the start of the competition, Fieljegaron could occasionally defeat some Level 3 Wizards who were not particularly strong through ambush tactics. However, as time passed, all Fieljegaron could do was hide and flee.
He had long lost the qualification to increase his soul power through combat, only able to collect those drifting soul orbs like an ant in unnoticed corners.
Yet, the Ronan he had once thought of as a kindred spirit had now been promoted to Level 3, and his strength was so formidable that he could defeat Level 3 Wizards of the same realm as easily as slaughtering chickens. The number of Level 3 Wizards he had defeated must be astonishing, judging by the thick gray smoke swirling around him.
Fieljegaron's mouth opened slightly, wanting to say something.
But Ronan did not give him the chance to express his gratitude; he merely glanced at him, called to his companion, "Let's go," and turned to fly towards the pillar of light, which was currently the most intense and dangerous area of conflict in the ancient city.
Watching Ronan's retreating figure, the young Wizard Fieljegaron's expression changed.
Finally, he sighed softly and moved towards the rapidly shrinking light barrier.
It was time for him to exit; after all, this was not a stage meant for him.
In the midst of four adjacent, unlit stone pillars, a ghastly green energy light completely enveloped the area.
Several skulls, each the size of a small mountain, hovered and danced in the sky, with fierce green light beams shooting out from the hollow eye sockets of each skull, sweeping across the surroundings.
At the center of this overwhelming terror stood a figure with long hair cascading down to its ankles, resembling twisted seaweed.
Thick gray smoke surrounded this figure, forming a vast cloud that was unimaginable in terms of how many opponents it had defeated to gather.
The massive gray cloud rolled continuously, and faintly, terrifying and grotesque shapes began to coalesce from within.
Whoosh—
A figure surrounded by heavy fire rings and a large amount of gray smoke suddenly charged towards one of the stone pillars, seemingly attempting to light it.
But several enormous skulls flew in rapidly, their mouths shooting out green energy lasers that intertwined and shredded the figure, which could only hold on for a few seconds before its fire rings shattered, and it was struck by a green light beam, spitting blood and flying backward.
Its body became blurry in mid-air and quickly vanished, leaving behind a large mysterious light orb that rapidly merged into the figure with seaweed-like hair, causing the gray cloud surrounding the figure to surge and expand even further, reaching an astonishing size.
Surrounding the seaweed-haired figure stood several powerful Level 3 Wizards, their expressions grim.
Among them, several had gray smoke swirling around them that was not small in scale, already qualifying them to light the stone pillar, but they could not approach due to the figure's obstruction.
Moreover, although their gray clouds were large, they were only about one-tenth the size of the seaweed-haired figure's.
"Andariel, you have gone too far!"
A powerful Level 3 Wizard with a cold expression shouted at the long-haired figure at the center of the battlefield, "No matter how strong you are, you can only occupy one seat at most. Why do you insist on taking four seats without yielding?"
"Heh."
In the ghastly green energy domain, the rolling gray clouds parted, and a figure with a towering aura stepped out, looking down upon the entire scene.
"Waste has no right to take a seat! Rather than going up to be defeated, it is better to become my Andariel's nourishment... Once I reach the top, you will all have glory!"
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