Just by simply combining the three spells [Black Steel Touch], [Silver Body], and [Brass Head], the most basic form of the [Spiritual Moya Moya] spell was summoned, and its power was enough to crush Zeflin’s [Star Prime Minister]!
Of course, this victory was also due in part to Ronan’s spiritual power being far superior to the opponent.
But it was enough to prove the strength of this set of spell legacies.
He hadn’t even comprehended a corresponding Extraordinary Magic Realm, nor had he ignited the "Golden Fire" of [Spiritual Moya Moya].
"After dawn, perhaps the [Golden Country] will be my greatest reliance..."
Ronan was thinking, "Creak—"
The sound of a door opening came from behind him.
He turned around quietly, seeing a shimmering small door, and Kosti’s figure slowly walked out.
The two of them looked at each other quietly, Kosti standing in front of the small door, looking at him with an indescribable complex expression.
From Ronan’s perspective, Kosti was quickly shedding the "maternal" aura she always had in front of him, revealing many feelings he had never perceived on her before, like the hesitation, nervousness, and shyness of a girl his age.
This feeling was quite wonderful, making Kosti suddenly seem like a different person in Ronan’s heart.
After hesitating for a long time, Kosti finally "mustered up the courage" to step forward, gently calling his name.
"Have the people from the Star School left?"
Ronan tried to speak with Kosti in the most natural tone, making her less "nervous."
Kosti nodded, but quickly shook her head.
Ronan frowned in confusion, then heard Kosti quickly say, "Someone wants to see you."
Kosti was about to answer but then tightly shut her mouth, her eyes showing a hint of helplessness.
Ronan squinted his eyes slightly, roughly guessing the person’s identity.
He anticipated such a situation and wasn’t surprised. He simply nodded calmly, "Now? Where is he?"
Kosti stepped aside to reveal the small door behind her and said, "Once you go out through here, you’ll see."
Ronan nodded, slowly walking towards the shimmering small door from where Kosti came.
As the two passed by each other, just as Ronan was about to step into the small door, Kosti suddenly spoke, "Damien."
Ronan turned his head, seeing Kosti looking at him with an exceptionally firm gaze, saying, "The Magic Ring and I are behind you."
Ronan didn’t reply, just gave a faint smile, then his figure disappeared into the small door.
Entering the small door, Ronan keenly sensed the instantaneous fluctuation of space and the rune formation.
As he regained his senses, his eyes froze briefly, seeing a beautiful and mysterious night sky unfold before him.
Starlight poured down from all directions, occasionally with meteor streaks crossing, leaving trails of light.
And beneath this starry sky, there was a not-so-large grey floating island, empty except for a solitary figure sitting cross-legged, seemingly waiting for him.
An illusion realm space constructed by spells.
Ronan was not seeing this for the first time; there were countless similar illusions within the Wanxiang Treasure Pearl, some even more realistic than this.
However, as Ronan extended his spiritual power in all directions, he couldn’t reach the edge of this illusion, as if he was truly in an infinite space, which brought some surprise to him.
Still, Ronan didn’t dwell on this point for too long. He calmed his mind, stepping onto the void, walking towards the floating island ahead.
After a not-so-long time, Ronan landed on the floating island, gradually approaching the figure at its center. He saw an elderly man in a large grey robe, his hair and beard completely white, wearing a pointed wizard hat, with a long wooden magic wand resting on his knees.
When he lifted his head to look at Ronan, Ronan felt as if he was instantly pierced by those deep grey eyes, sensing the aura of wisdom accumulated over time emanating from him, as if he were a true "Sage," exuding an incredibly steady and wise demeanor.
Ronan walked up calmly, bowing in front of the grey-robed elder.
Even after inheriting Heramus’s pride, he maintained his own sense of reverence.
Ronan spoke the other person’s name.
In the Southern region, there was only one person who the Silver Magic Ring couldn’t refuse for him, and that was the one he thought of.
The leader of the Star School, the sole Level 5 Wizard in the Southern region, Ronan Olan Gabmeng.
Most people courteously called him Wizard Ronan.
Grey-robed Ronan squinted his eyes, wrinkles piling on his aged face, looking at Ronan with an almost kindly gaze.
He didn’t speak, just extended his hand.
Ronan, with palm up and in adherence to ancient wizard etiquette, gently touched between the other’s ring and middle fingers, then lifted the hem of his robe with both hands, and slowly sat cross-legged in front of him.
"Play a game of chess with me."
After Ronan sat down, Grey-robed Ronan spoke, his old yet magnetic voice seemingly carrying a special power, making one feel refreshed, yet impossible to refuse.
Ronan nodded slightly, as Grey-robed Ronan swiped his sleeve over the empty ground between them.
From beneath the sleeve of his robe, tiny mote-like starlight scattered, and these starlights condensed into solid form on the ground, gradually transforming into various shapes of... "stones."
Ronan looked at the stones scattered on the ground, not knowing which ancient or novel game this was, and Ronan seemed to have no intention of explaining.
Ronan thought for a moment, then attempted to use spiritual power to move one of the stones on the ground.