He feared escaping the wolf’s mouth, only to fall into the tiger’s jaws.
Perhaps sensing his hesitation, the golden ladybug resting on the black dandelion suddenly flapped its wings and then emitted a trace of golden light, swiftly etching indistinct ancient script within Ronan’s consciousness space.
Ronan deciphered the meaning embedded in the ancient text and furrowed his brows.
"Is this your way of showing sincerity?"
Ronan contemplated but ultimately refused.
"Unless you sign this one of mine..."
The soul contract was like the contracts of the past life, with the final interpretation rights always in the hands of the drafter.
He casually drafted a "Master-Servant" contract largely benefiting himself and tossed it towards the golden ladybug, speaking calmly, "You can choose not to accept it. I also won’t attempt to study this inheritance, and from now on, your existence will become a soul ailment that I need to urgently resolve in the next step..."
The golden ladybug started flapping its wings in Ronan’s consciousness space, transmitting wave after wave of obscure consciousness fluctuations, clearly showing its unstable emotions.
Ronan simply exited the consciousness space, letting it "calm down" on its own.
In the cave, Ronan gently rotated his space ring, and a communication stone appeared in his hand.
It was the one Ewaqu had given him. Of course, now that he was in the Central region, this communication stone had lost its intended function.
Ronan stared at the stone in his hand for a long time, then silently crushed it into powder with his fingers, scattering it on the cave floor.
Possessed by the soul of an ancient dragon, Ewaqu had likely disappeared from this world completely, leaving Ronan unable to describe his complex feelings at that moment.
He had watched a devout believer march step by step into the grave of the faith he had strived to pursue.
Ronan felt sorrow for Ewaqu.
"The so-called holy temple where all spirits dwell is nothing but a carefully woven deception by the ambitious..."
Unable to resist, Ronan murmured to himself, but an inexplicable ancient voice suddenly emerged in his mind, replying to him.
It’s just time... that has made some forget their original intention."
Ronan abruptly lifted his head, scanning his surroundings with alert eyes.
The next second, a beautiful golden ladybug flew out of his chest, accompanied by a faint cold snort.
"Just signed the contract, and already forgotten me?"
Ronan was taken aback, finally realizing that the soul contract he had just drafted had now been successfully concluded.
"...Throughout endless years."
Hovering at the tip of Ronan’s nose, the ancient voice continued to echo in his mind.
"Countless wizards once knelt at my feet, offering everything to become disciples under my wand..."
The voice grew angry.
"And you’re the first... to require me to sign a contract as a servant in reverse just to inherit my legacy!!"
At this moment, Ronan seemed to imagine an elder, once highly respected and renowned, standing on the wizard pyramid, clutching a magic wand and stamping angrily, huffing and glaring at him.
Ronan couldn’t help but fall silent.
The premise for establishing the master-servant contract was his distrust of the other party, but if the other party harbored no malice towards him, this behavior... indeed seemed somewhat excessive.
It was like a dragon extending goodwill to an ant, yet having to lower its head to kiss the ant’s foot first.....
After a long while, Ronan cautiously attempted to break the awkwardness.
"How should I address you?"
"Haven’t you already known?"
The ancient voice sounded somewhat weary, "You should truly feel fortunate that, besides you, I’ve no other choice...
Regarding the ’Spirit Heart Amber’..."
The voice seemed to want to say more to Ronan, but as if it had exhausted its strength, the golden ladybug before Ronan’s eyes dimmed quickly and then, dragging its "weary" body, wobbled back into his body.
When Ronan’s mind returned to the consciousness space, he found that it was already lying on one of his spiritual power crystals, motionless, as if it had "fallen soundly asleep."