Ronan sank his spirit into the arm bracelet; the space within the bracelet was as grand and mysterious as ever.
No matter how many times he had seen it, each time he entered, Ronan was still deeply shocked.
Countless runes scattered like stars across the sky dome. He had explored them and found that these runes encompassed everything, almost every type was present, and there were no connections between them.
The only commonality was that all the runes were closely connected to the central one, a rune as colossal as a planet, which was the true core of the arm bracelet.
They all formed a whole, akin to an asteroid belt orbiting a planet, or like a river of stars following a predetermined path, flowing slowly.
"Last time I tried, it could still be summoned by me."
The last time Ronan thought of was when he faced the pursuit of a Level 4 Wizard from the Resurrection Society in Homer Blue Town.
At that time, the power of [Forbidden - Red Ice] was restrained by the Phoenix Bloodline, and the only thing he could rely on was the power of Heramus’ Mage Bracelet.
Although he did not use this power in the end, when he attempted to cast [Forbidden - Black Hole], he indeed received a reliable response from the bracelet.
But since then, the bracelet seemed to have "died", no matter how Ronan tried, he could not stir even the slightest bit of its power.
"What’s the problem?"
Ronan fell into deep contemplation.
His current spiritual power and understanding of the bracelet’s core rune far surpassed what they were before, so logically, it should be easier to summon the bracelet.
"Could it be that this power can only be used when casting against a more powerful opponent than myself?"
Ronan felt like he had grasped something, but it wasn’t clear, and in the end, he could only shake his head, put the bracelet away, and no longer concern himself with it.
Ronan stood up slowly from the beach, took out a map, determined the direction, and then continued onward towards his predetermined goal.
On his return to the Southern regions, there was no favorable ship to board, so Ronan simply chose to cross the ocean alone.
He had memorized the entire sailing route on the way there, and for him, at the pinnacle of Level 3 Wizard, with nine Spiritual Power Crystals condensed, traveling alone was faster and safer than by ship.
The strong physique brought by [Pure Body], and the continuous restoration of spiritual power from [Clear Sky Realm], gave Ronan an endurance beyond what an ordinary wizard could imagine.
He had no fear of the exhaustion from a long journey; he could even cultivate while on the move.
For him, this return journey was more like a pilgrimage of hardship.
In the vast expanse of sea and sky, Ronan, like a pilgrim, was totally immersed in the refinement and tempering of himself. He even longed to see the giant ancient marine creature, the silver fish, that he encountered on his way here, but unfortunately, his wish was not granted.
A huge silver metallic platform erupted as a spell, gorgeous as crystals, shattered. A figure slowly emerged from the residual waves of energy.
It was a handsome, blonde young man with a pale complexion, displaying the appearance of someone who had expended a lot of spiritual power. Behind him, there was a young wizard whose energy was wilted, having to support himself with a magic wand so as not to kneel on the ground.
Someone quickly approached, receiving the blonde and handsome young man at the edge of the metallic platform.
The wizards of the Silver Magic Ring gathered below all revealed expressions of excitement and joy on their faces, and some softly cheered as if celebrating a victory.
"What exactly do these people from the Star School want?"
At the edge of the metallic platform, in the high air, a group of Silver Magic Ring’s Ring Lord level characters watched the young wizards fighting below with expressionless faces. "Are they planning to just drag this out and wait for us to hand over the inheritance?"
"They probably don’t even know that even we are not sure where the inheritance is now."
This inexplicably started wizard tea party had been going on for some time. After the initial awkward and tentative stages, it gradually evolved into a platform for exchanges between the two factions of the Silver Magic Ring and the Star School wizards in the form of friendly duels.
Members from both sides continuously participated, and there were victories on both sides, and underneath the surface, there was a secret rivalry. However, it presented a harmonious and friendly competitive atmosphere.
A silver-white whirlwind rose abruptly and then burst open, and from within stepped out a middle-aged man holding a silver metallic short staff, with a gentle look in his eyes.
All the Ring Lord level individuals stood up to greet the newcomer with a slight bow.
"Flant’s intentions are quite clear now..."
First Ring Master Manuel gently rubbed his brow, glancing over those present, and spoke slowly: "We must leave behind either the inheritance or a person.
One of the two must be left."
"What if we leave the inheritance? And what if it’s a person?"
Someone frowned and asked.
"If we are willing to leave the inheritance, Flant’s Star School will fully support our Silver Magic Ring’s independence in the Southern territories until we develop into the fourth major wizarding force...
At that time, the heritage belonging to Heramus will also be returned to us, which can be considered a lease, but the term will not be less than a thousand years.
If we are willing to leave a person behind..."
Manuel paused for a moment, then continued: "Every one of us present will receive three pieces of guidance from Wizard Ronan. Of course, it’s on the premise that the questions are within his scope of ability."
After Manuel finished speaking, everyone in the room fell silent.