A vivid orange-red collided with the hazy white barrier, bursting into heart-palpitating brilliance.
Rolling waves of fire released terrifying heat, distorting and warping the Void, emitting crackling sounds, as if something was hysterically screeching and tearing...
However, when the commotion subsided, the Red Lotus Staff that was spinning at high speed flew back into the grasp of a delicate and slender white hand, while the murky light shrouding the ancient city seemed to remain unaffected.
It appeared as thin as a layer of gauze, yet seemingly held the most indestructible protective force in the world.
With a darkened pretty face, Molli’er clenched the fairy in her hand into a scattering glow of light rain, turned her head to the Black Robe crone beside her, and said, "Vivian, I command you to break it now, I want to go in!"
The Black Robe old woman shook her head: "I’m sorry Miss Molli’er, I can’t do it, probably only a few people in the whole Upper Ring Continent could... After all, this was a Magic Barrier set up by none other than King of Magic, Heramus himself."
"Then tell me why can’t I get in? Why did that damn girl Selena manage to get in so easily!"
Molli’er screamed, swinging the staff in her hand furiously, like a whimsical child having a tantrum.
The Black Robe old woman Vivian was very patient, she gently explained to Molli’er: "Because you are not from the Southern, so you can’t enter. Heramus would not leave such an obvious loophole. Since it’s a legacy left in the Southern, naturally, only witches born in the Southern have the qualifications to compete. Otherwise, his dispersal of the legacy would be meaningless...
As for why the Alba girl could get in..."
Vivian pondered for a moment, and said, "Maybe she has some item or Secret Technique that can deceive the spell’s judgment, or perhaps... she inherently carries a part of the Southern Wizard’s Bloodline.
You may have forgotten, Selena. Quin. Alba was only found by the Life Court’s Wizard at the age of ten, for this reason, she has been greatly shunned and ostracized amongst the current descendants of the Alba King...."
Molli’er stood frozen on the spot, then after a moment, she bit her silver teeth and said to Vivian: "You knew this all along, right? You foresaw that I would eventually be stopped outside, but you deliberately didn’t tell me!
Damn you, Vivian, you annoying old hag..."
Facing Molli’er’s relentless insults, not a trace of anger showed on Vivian’s face, rather, her eyes showed even more indulgence.
She gently apologized to Molli’er, as if coaxing a child.
"I just didn’t want you to lose interest too soon after knowing these details. If you really want to go in, we can return now, perhaps we can still catch the one in the Central..."
"Shut up, I hate hearing your voice right now."
Molli’er looked like a snarling little beast at the moment, continuously swinging her arms, impatiently saying: "Do you think I want to compete for the Magic Controller’s inheritance? A fragment of that thing’s power can only be considered so-so, and gathering all of it is simply impossible!
What I care about is Selena! That’s even more annoying than you..."
Molli’er grumbled for a while, then suddenly her eyes lit up, as if she had thought of a wonderful idea.
"I suddenly feel.. that being stopped outside and not being able to go in is actually quite good."
Molli’er licked her lips lightly, her gaze turning towards the direction of the Life Court’s residence, "At least.. that dead girl Selena can’t come out now."
"Vivian, my dear Vivian, will you help me stop those annoying fools who try to disrupt my game, right?"
Molli’er glanced at a certain position in the sky, speaking to the Black Robe crone in a coquettish tone.
The latter, with a face full of love and indulgence, replied, "Of course, as long as our dear Molli’er is happy and enjoying herself..."
"You really are the best Vivian in the world!"
Molli’er let out a series of cheerful laughter, and with a "bang," her entire being exploded into a dazzle of sparks and vanished.
"Ronan, have you entered?"
"Remember to pull out the thing I gave you before, it will help you find the Blue Mist Society members within the Ancient City...
Stay here as long as possible, such opportunities are rare...
Ronan cut off the Communication with Orian, and then took out something resembling a badge from his Space Ring, casually stuffing it into the seams of his Titanium Armor.
After finishing all this, he finally had the time to look around his surroundings.
He seemed to be in an ancient garden.
Neat flower beds filled with blue, purple, red, and white exotic flowers, dazzling in a spectrum of colors, each one he couldn’t name, the air fragrant with intoxicating scents.
Numerous light points like fireflies fluttered through the garden, shrouded by a thin mist, everything in front of him was full of hazy and dreamy colors.
Ronan casually plucked a small flower beside him, twirling it between his fingers, surprisingly discovering it was a real flower.
He tried to catch the scattered light points in the air, but they easily penetrated through his palm with a light grab.
Just as Ronan was contemplating his next move, the little fairy that had drawn him into the Ancient Fairy City suddenly flew out of the flowers, rushing to his face.
The exquisite Fairy Girl, like a figurine, held Ronan’s nose, uttering a series of strange, difficult syllables, as if chanting a Spell or as though she was saying something to Ronan.