And Ronan was its final chosen "bridge to freedom".
"Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t give me anything, after all, I am but a tool..."
Ronan pondered, suspecting that it might be due to the presence of the [Mirror Light] Seal in his body that the consciousness within the Silver cane acknowledged him as a Wizard "who has inherited a part of the Ancient Mirror Court legacy".
In simple terms, it considered him "one of its own".
Then it not only blocked that almost "Burning" spiritual power for him but also left him with a multitude of benefits.
Ronan took a deep breath, his eyes coldly whispering the name of Melt Crystal Lake.
Level 4, Dawn Wizard.
That terrifying spiritual power akin to a river of molten lava.
That pressure which nearly completely melted his consciousness.
Only a Level 4 Wizard who has touched Dawn could imbue their spiritual power with this "Elementalization" effect, carrying some of the formidable might belonging to energy elements.
In the Secret Realm, he displayed his powerful Bloodline and genius, and firmly crushed Igor, the academic master of Melt Crystal Lake; perhaps because he had swept away the face of Melt Crystal Lake, or maybe he thought of taking the chance to nip this Magic Ring genius seedling in the crib...
The Level 4 Dawn Wizard of Melt Crystal Lake attempted to crush him casually like an ant during the capture of the Silver cane.
"Would I have died without the Silver cane?"
This was a question difficult to answer.
But this experience also served as a harsh wake-up call — he was still too weak now.
"Angelie... Orian... Dawn Wizards..."
Ronan silently listed those people he knew, who might or were confirmed to be stronger than himself, in his heart.
These were the targets he would surpass one by one in the future.
This was also the driving force for Ronan’s continual advancement on the path of a Wizard.
He had long passed the stage of struggling for life and death; he began to actively pursue strength, eager to witness the scenery at higher peaks ahead.
And, to overcome each and every distinct and charismatic individual encountered along the way.
"Is this what they call... the mindset of Heaven’s Pride?"
Ronan doesn’t know, but he was very satisfied with this psychological Transformation.
Using a phrase his teacher often scolded him with in his previous life at school to describe it — learning for others and learning for oneself are two completely different concepts; the heights the latter can reach cannot be compared with the former.
"I am already a qualified ’academic master’."
Ronan activated the Flying Ring on his hand, swiftly flying in a direction guided by the soul imprint.
He was still thinking about the Silver cane.
Personally, Ronan quite hoped it could escape the capture of the four Dawn Wizards.
From a certain perspective, the self-awareness that emerged in the Silver cane was still merely a "child", born within the Secret Realm, never having seen the outside world; if it were to be imprisoned, it would be too cruel...
Thinking, Ronan unknowingly ventured deep into the vast forest beneath his feet and arrived at a segment of the sprawling and vast mountain ranges.
He stopped, standing still and quietly waiting for a while.
In a short time, a deep and distant rumbling sound emanated from the mountains in the distance.
From where Ronan stood looking in that direction, he could see vast swaths of ancient trees swaying, trembling, falling...
Finally, an Ice Crystal Demon Snake, nearly fifty meters in size and as thick as a mountain peak, slowly extended its head from the dense forest sea towards Ronan.
Those blood-red eyes, deep and cold, watched him intently, betraying a hint of intense longing, a vehement desire to press Ronan down and give him a thorough beating!
A man and a serpent, the small and the huge, stood in silent confrontation.
The gale that blew across the sky quietly split into two at this place, forming two invisible tornadoes, continuously colliding.
Ronan’s lips curled up bit by bit, and a luminous sparkle gradually blossomed in his eyes.
"It’s evident, you’re looking forward to this battle..."
Ronan inhaled deeply, his exquisite gray-silver Magic Robe made of Neiman Metal crumbled piece by piece, revealing his perfectly muscular physique.
Ronan’s originally proportionate body swelled quickly, his stature elongated, muscles bulging like coiling dragons, fine blue veins surfacing on his face, and from every pore of his body, fine white lightning burst forth...
A tremendous and twisted terrifying might radiated from his body!
[Pure Body], Half-demonized State!
Facing an existence like the Ice Crystal Demon Snake, naturally, he chose the most primitive, most direct, most violent approach; otherwise... it would not submit!
Perhaps due to merging a trace of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline, Ronan found that upon entering the "Half-demonized" state now, a hint of dark blue emerged from the roots of the shimmering white hair fluttering behind him.
Touching his cheek, he could also feel a bit of snake scale-like patterns.
Even the pressure he emitted gained a bit more of the majesty belonging to the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake.
This caused the Ice Crystal Demon Snake, originally brimming with fighting intent in front of him, to become gradually restless and anxious, looking at him with deeper and deeper wariness.
In the "Half-demonized" state, the bountiful surge of life energy seemingly activated even that sliver of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline fused within him.
"To challenge me is tantamount to challenging the most ancient and noble source of your Bloodline..."