Chapter 688: Chapter 335: Selection
What kind of secret is hidden behind the legacy of "Spirit Heart Amber"?
Ronan might need to slowly uncover it bit by bit.
Compared to the perfect comprehension in reality, in the seventy years of "Reincarnation and Dreams," Ronan only memorized three thousand nine hundred and fifty-two Ancient Spirit Texts.
Of course, this "only" is just relative to himself.
Nearly four thousand Ancient Spirit Texts in seventy years, such an achievement is enough to leave some people silent.
For example, Alazan.
It’s rare that he didn’t look for him for a simple chat after the dream ended.
Ronan is not concerned.
Counting the Ancient Spirit Texts he had already memorized before this dream, the total number of Ancient Spirit Texts he has now memorized has reached five thousand four hundred and ninety-one.
It’s quite an astonishing number.
"Hoo—"
Ronan stood up from the high stool, an invisible Golden Fire ignited around him, wisps of ash smoke rising from the fire.
In the Second Stage Magic Domain Resonance State, the "Golden Soul," like flames burning moist firewood, crackled as it burned away the relatively easy-to-remove impurities within his soul.
He pulled up his character panel, and in the strength column, the progress had already reached four percent of a Level 4 Wizard.
This is just the beginning; his spiritual power will swiftly increase a notch, until he completely "digests" the soul power growth brought by this dream entry.
In the Consciousness Space, the surface of the dark golden sphere with a faint silvery sheen, the traces of Ancient Spirit Texts are becoming more and more dense, like countless exposed red veins and blood vessels on the surface of an eyeball, slightly wriggling.
Ronan slightly opened the "eyeball" a bit.
Instantly, a rich Essence Spirit Light burst through his body, wave after wave, twisting the Void, even presenting a slight mercury-like effect.
Alazan was right, Ancient Spirit Texts are the best nourishment for increasing the essence spirit foundation.
His strength soared accordingly, the spiritual field around him grew more majestic, the invisible celestial body motion also became more apparent, even "radiating" to the surroundings, presenting some space and light illusions as if stars were rotating.
"The starry sea vast, the universe in motion..."
Ronan felt that the change in his spiritual field now also had some connection with his practice of the "Ancient Star Meditation."
His current attainment in the "Ancient Star Meditation" was not high enough. If the "Ancient Star Meditation" were to break through to a certain realm one day, perhaps his spiritual field would also undergo some unexpected magical transformations.
Now, it’s just the initial signs.
With over five thousand Ancient Spirit Texts, Ronan used the "Ancient Star Meditation" method in his mind for a while, and some new spirit texts were activated, piecing and merging into higher forms.
This is a magnificent puzzle game with the goal of "Ten Ancient Origin Runes." If this game had a progress bar, it should have slightly increased by now.
"Buzz—buzz—"
The Communication Crystal in the room was continuously vibrating, releasing faint halos.
Ronan waved his hand, the crystal fell into his hand, and his spiritual power seeped in. Inside, there were a few communications, sent by Heliodor and the Level 4 Wizard under Misha, Zorn.
They were probably asking or reminding him not to forget about the selection process for the Son of the Deep Sea.
"Is it about to start?"
Ronan’s gaze flickered, he restrained the spiritual power fluctuations on him, simply summoned Ariety for a few brief instructions, and then left his residence.
Along the way, Ronan "rarely" continuously encountered wizards of the Deep Sea lineage. It could be said that this was the most lively moment since he joined the Deep Sea.
When they arrived at the usual Heliodor’s laboratory, Heliodor saw him and said, "I thought you’d finally give up participating... Actually, giving up is not bad either."
Heliodor’s eyes flickered when he said the last sentence, as if he recalled something, his expression slightly unnatural.
Ronan did not ask, just silently followed behind Heliodor, who was hugging silver coins. The two of them, along with a cat, slowly walked outside.
"The selection for the Son of the Deep Sea will proceed with two competition systems..."
Heliodor spoke with Ronan while walking, occasionally nodding slightly to greet familiar wizards they met.
"The first stage is like your entry-level selection, entering the Tower of Knowledge.
Within a month, the ranking will be determined by the number of Ancient Spirit Texts memorized by each participating wizard..."
Ronan’s eyes moved slightly, and he couldn’t help but speak: "Will the Ancient Spirit Texts in the Spiritual Text Collection be completely open for this selection?"
He came to know after joining the Spirit Lake that the Ancient Spirit Texts the Spirit Lake possessed were not freely open to member wizards. The Spiritual Text Collection mostly held ordinary runes. Memorizing Ancient Spirit Texts also required consuming Demon Crystals or Contribution Points to exchange, and it was much more expensive than common runes.
"Yes."
Heliodor nodded.
"How many Ancient Spirit Texts are there in the Tower of Knowledge?"
Ronan asked casually.
"Around two thousand plus..."
Heliodor replied offhandedly, "Generally, even a Level 4 wouldn’t manage to memorize all these spirit texts in a lifetime if they devoted themselves..."
Ronan nodded in agreement.
Ordinary people don’t have character panels; if they commit to memory, they won’t forget. The mutually repulsive nature of Ancient Spirit Texts makes it such that as a Wizard delves deeper into research, increasingly more time is spent "reinforcing study" to no avail.
After a while, it’s quite normal for the number of spirit texts remembered to be fewer than those "forgotten."
"What’s the best score in this round of selection from previous years?"
Ronan inquired.
"Thirty-one."
Upon hearing this number, Ronan’s expression turned solemn.
This figure was twice as fast as his normal speed.
Heliodor glanced at him and squinted, asking, "Back when you were in the entry-level selection, how many Ancient Spirit Texts did you memorize in total?"
"I don’t really remember..."
Ronan shook his head, vague and dismissive, "Probably... a few hundred?"
"That many? No wonder you received an unprecedented ten-star evaluation..."
Hearing this, Heliodor furrowed his brows, his tone tightening as he said, "Ancient Spirit Texts repulse each other; the more you remember, the more difficult it becomes to memorize new ones... In that case, this round actually puts you at a disadvantage..."
Heliodor’s brows were tightly knitted, but after a while, he relaxed, patting Ronan’s shoulder in comfort, saying, "Never mind, just do your best. Whatever the results, it doesn’t matter..."
Ronan nodded.
The two walked and chatted, soon stepping out from the crystal corridor, arriving at the Lake Ring space.
By this time, many people had already gathered at the Lake Ring, most wearing Deep Sea robes, with Strengths ranging from Level 3 to Level 4 and even Level 5.
Among them, a youth with a striking presence, wearing a blue-gold robe with short hair in a blue-gold gradient, stood out the most.
"Misha!"
Ronan heard those around him discussing his name, his expression slightly changed as he realized the youth was the "legendary" Misha.
Speaking of which, although he had "joined" under Misha for quite some time, this was his first time seeing Misha in person.
Ronan couldn’t help but glance at him a few more times.
Misha was surrounded by a group of young and beautiful Level 4 Wizards, embraced like stars around the moon. Being one of the few with Level 5 Strength in the field, he was indeed the Heaven’s Chosen Son and the focus of the entire scene.
Misha had a perpetual smile on his lips, sitting on a massive crystal throne, suspended in midair, radiating brilliance, full of indescribable spirit. Naturally, he did not notice Ronan, who was a silent, inconspicuous figure.
Ronan quietly appreciated Misha’s "dazzling countenance" for a while, suddenly sensing someone observing him.
Following the gaze, he found Heather, wearing a red-tipped hat, standing next to Lady Mel, looking at him with an unconcealed sneer.
Noticing him looking back, she quickly withdrew her gaze, appearing obedient and demure as she began talking to Lady Mel, pretending nothing had happened. Lady Mel wore a kindly expression.
Ronan frowned slightly, a touch of coldness unwittingly emerging in his eyes.
At this moment, Lady Mel suddenly turned her face towards him, and gave him a gentle smile.
Ronan was momentarily stunned, the coldness in his eyes immediately retracted, and he nodded politely at Lady Mel in acknowledgment.
...
"Let him go, Aisha..."
Lady Mel withdrew her gaze, gently calling out Heather’s nickname, "Stop bullying him.
He hasn’t done anything wrong, everyone has their own choices, and I don’t need surprises like this for my birthday anymore..."
"No, Grandmother."
Heather shook her head, "It’s no longer about you now, it’s a conflict between him and me.
No one has ever dared to reject me like he did!"
Heather pouted coquettishly, yet her eyes were cold and frightening, harboring frost and malice.
"Behind him stands Heliodor. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Heliodor hold someone in such high regard..."
"And behind me stands you..."
Heather gently swung Lady Mel’s arm, pouting like a spoiled child, "What is Heliodor compared to you?
Moreover, he is just the new disciple of that Old Beaver, while I am your only blood relative. You wouldn’t let me be bullied, would you?"
Lady Mel’s face was full of doting affection. Unable to resist Heather’s coaxing, she could only helplessly caress Heather’s face and said, "You are just like me when I was young.
So, promise me, don’t go overboard, okay?
After all, Heliodor and I have been old friends for centuries..."
"Don’t worry, Grandmother."
Heather lightly licked her full, red lips and whispered with a smile, "I’ll only give him a little... small lesson."
As she spoke, something seemed to come to mind, and her beautiful eyes continuously shimmered with excitement and anticipation.