In the flow of black metal, a sharp point was continuously protruding upward.
Gradually, a copper-colored short rod with a pitted surface, as if it had been soaked in a strong corrosive liquid for a long time, broke free from the thick flow of the liquid metal and slowly rose.
— It was Molli’er’s Red Lotus Staff!
After three days of "persistent" effort, the Titanium had successfully devoured part of the metallic substance on the Red Lotus Staff, its quality directly advanced to the Peak Third Rank, and there was even a trace of scorching heat from the Fire Energy Element.
Although Ronan’s main practice was Ice Magic, considering that he was about to begin the training of the Golden Fire Spiritual Moya, such a change in the Titanium was quite suitable.
Ronan’s eyes were tightly fixed on the unrecognizable Red Lotus Staff, his brows slightly furrowed.
He felt that the Red Lotus Staff seemed to be receiving some strong call, trying to break free from its constraints.
Ronan stretched out his right hand and held the staff in the air with five fingers, with black rune light flickering slightly between them. The Red Lotus Staff trembled violently under this power, and even with the might of the Ancient Power, Ronan felt a faint sensation of being unable to suppress the staff.
At a certain moment, Ronan slightly loosened the grip.
Accompanied by a sharp piercing sound nearly bursting the eardrums, the Red Lotus Staff turned into a streak of crimson light, instantly breaking free from Ronan’s grip and fleeing rapidly in one direction.
The ground under Ronan’s feet exploded at the same time, blowing a huge pit, and his body shot out like a cannonball, following the staff into the air.
Ronan intended to follow it for a bit to at least grasp the general location where Molli’er currently was so that he could make appropriate precautions.
If possible, he still wanted to keep the staff. If he could completely devour the valuable metals on the staff, the Titanium might be able to reach the Dawn Rank.
Opportunities were rare.
Contrary to Ronan’s expectations, just five or six minutes into chasing the fleeing Red Lotus Staff, he noticed that the staff’s speed of escape was rapidly slowing down.
Eventually, it fell from the sky, heading straight toward a direction.
Ronan was somewhat surprised.
Spread out his spiritual power, the Eye of Truth wove before his forehead, carefully probing, but he didn’t feel the presence of any powerful Wizards that would be hard to resist nearby.
After hesitation, he simply moved closer.
As the distance got closer, Ronan realized that the Red Lotus Staff had fallen in a small village.
The village was still inhabited by many people, all of whom had no energy fluctuations and wore grey and black linen robes, their faces pained and looking like ordinary farmers.
At this moment, these people were all gathered in a central clearing of the village, kneeling around a platform made of rocks and wood, led by the only person wearing a long robe, as if worshipping something.
Ronan looked toward the platform and saw a huge object of fiery red. The Red Lotus Staff that had escaped from his hand was inserted straight in front of it, connecting with the missing lower half, trembling slightly.
Everyone in the small village immediately noticed Ronan’s arrival, and all the villagers looked up at him with expressions of shock and panic.
The leader in the long robe seemed quite agitated, stretching his hand to point at Ronan, shouting some strange phrases that Ronan couldn’t understand.
When a faint wave of energy seeped from the other’s body, he realized that those were the sounds of Magic Spell incantations – this person was also a Wizard, but his Strength was probably only that of a Level 2 or 3 Wizard Apprentice.
Ronan casually shot a glance, his powerful spiritual power slightly emanated, and the native Wizard Apprentice in the long robe immediately fainted, lying on the ground with blood flowing from his nostrils.
This act of his directly terrified all the villagers present, who screamed and started running, plunging into chaos.
Ronan couldn’t bother with these ordinary people and slowly descended onto the sacrificial platform built by the villagers, his gaze sweeping over the Red Lotus Staff on the platform, and looked towards the huge fiery red object.
This fiery red object as a whole looked like a huge Crystal Stone, but when touched, it felt soft, as if it were some kind of egg not yet fully hardened.
Half-translucent on the surface, one could vaguely see the golden red magma-like substance flowing underneath.
When Ronan probed inside with his spiritual power, he discovered—
At the very depths of this huge fiery red object, there was a girl.
The girl had fair skin, her naked body with long red hair spread out like seaweed in the magma, her body curled up in a position with her hands clasping her knees, floating quietly.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her expression peaceful, as if she were an unborn baby sleeping in amniotic fluid.
Ronan looked at the girl, softly uttering this name.
While he had anticipated this, actually seeing Molli’er left him somewhat shaken.
Since "picking up" the Red Lotus Staff, he had deliberately traveled in the opposite direction from the staff for the past three days, only to end up encountering Molli’er.
Whether it was for some other reason he didn’t know, or merely the mockery of fate, it felt like "enemies are bound to meet".
Looking at Molli’er now, she seemed to be in a very "fragile and helpless" state, apparently seriously injured, relying on some special method to undergo "self-healing".