Ronan looked up at the towering tower.
From his angle, he could not see the tip of the silver-white tower, but only the square-shaped body of the tower stretching almost infinitely upwards. The dense rune patterns engraved on it were faintly glowing, dazzling especially at the upper half due to the sunlight’s illumination, resembling a gigantic and luminous longsword silently piercing into the bright sky...
"Seventh Magic Rings Ring Master..."
Ronan slowly withdrew his upward gaze, recalling the brief words about Ring Lord level that Benny had spoken—half-stepping out of the mist, reaching out to touch the dawn...
According to the ancient traditions of the Wizard World, Level 1 to Level 3 are considered as the Mist, and Level 4 to Level 6 are called Dawn.
It means breaking through the mist to see the dawn.
As Benny said, the Seventh Ring Master should be standing at the peak of a Level 3 Wizard, but not yet fully stepped into Level 4.
However, Benny has been out of that level for a long time, the news is outdated, some notions might not be accurate.
But whether it’s the peak of Level 3 Mist or Level 4 Dawn, for Ronan right now, they are out of reach, something he can only look up to.
He stood at the base of the tower, naturally making some speculations and fantasies about who was at the top of the tower—male or female? Tall or short, fat or thin? Cold in nature or mild?...
It was not true that he wasn’t nervous at all, although it was very likely that Ronan was prepared to receive "recognition", he still had a feeling akin to being called to the principal’s office in his previous life.
Taking a deep breath, Ronan was just about to take his first step.
A clear voice suddenly rang out beside his ear.
Ronan turned his head and saw a tall, thin youth in a gray magic robe approaching him quickly.
"Are you going to leave these behind?"
The youth walked up to Ronan, pointing at the cut hair strands under his feet.
Ronan then remembered that he had been preoccupied with the thought of meeting the Seventh Magic Rings Ring Master and had forgotten to cast a Fireball Technique on the ground.
"I’ll clean it up right away."
"Oh no, I mean... if you don’t want them, can I have them?"
The youth smiled at Ronan and then squatted down with eyes gleaming, rapidly picking up the hair scraps from the ground, leaving none behind.
"You probably don’t know how many people in the tower are interested in your bloodline... This hair, I guess, is probably more precious and sought after than a third rank magic potion."
As the youth squatted down, Ronan noticed his red hair mixed with strands of vivid light yellow, as though they were specially dyed with unique pigment.
"Do you mind? I could probably exchange them for many good things, and of course, you would have a share."
The youth picked up Ronan’s hair scraps, looking earnestly at him. His features weren’t particularly handsome, a bit of a large nose, but his black eyes were clear and bright, giving off a sense of quick thinking and vitality.
Ronan thought briefly and soon agreed to the proposal.
Only he knew the real reason behind his white-haired giant demon form, which wasn’t due to some ancient bloodline.
Of course, he didn’t dismiss that there might be some ancient bloodline power existing within him.
If these people could figure it out, it would be beneficial for him too, aiding his future use of the Holy Blood Tree power.
"Thank you, my name’s Borbi."
The big-nosed youth exhaled, pocketed Ronan’s hair scraps, pointing towards the entrance of the silver tower, looking at him.
"Are you planning to go in? Together?"
The interior of the Silver Tower is a vast and independent space, unlike any Secret Realm Space Ronan had been in before, it was vertical.
A gray-white staircase extended from the entrance, spiraling upwards.
Numerous books floated tightly around the staircase, forming what seemed like loosely stacked cylindrical walls, with a bright white light beaming down from above, illuminating the entire upward path.
The soft light penetrated through the pages of the floating open books, creating a gentle halo at the edges, looking up, the whole scene appeared both mysterious, dreamy, and captivating.
Knowledge and light interwoven, leading each entrant to desire exploring that unknown domain.
Ronan stood at the bottom step, quietly watching all this, unintentionally getting lost in thought.
He initially thought that the interior of the tower would be metallic, serious, and cold, possibly somewhat oppressive... but what he saw now was vastly different from what he had imagined.
Youthful Borbi stood on a few steps higher than Ronan, calling out to him like a friend, his voice filled with lively enthusiasm," There’s so much more you need to see..."
Ronan’s heart was also stirred, and he eagerly took a step forward.
A step down, a slight vibration of energy transmitted from underfoot.
Ronan was amazed to find himself stepping out light blue, translucent ripples under his feet.
The spiritual power in his mind became lively, joyous like never before, if he could meditate in such a state...
Ronan suddenly realized, this might just be the so-called meditation aid Rune Formation.
He almost felt no big difference outside the tower, but now stepping inside, he recognized the effect.
If he could continue to meditate in such an environment for years, the growth of his spiritual power would indeed far exceed others substantially.
"Is this the legendary tower..."