In the crystal-clear pond, Ronan stood atop a lotus leaf, swaying with the wind.
He softly murmured a brief spell towards the water’s surface.
Soon, ripples emerged at the center of the pond, a whirlpool appeared, and a giant red-skinned frog leapt out from the vortex.
The red-skinned frog’s bulging eyes spun around, reflecting Ronan’s silhouette, and it spoke in a human voice, "Credentials."
Ronan raised his right hand, revealing the Spirit Lake Ring on his ring finger.
The red-skinned frog nodded slightly and then opened its mouth, a black hole-like cavity emitting white light, forming an entrance.
The entrance to the Spirit Lake Secret Realm has many access points, often hidden in places unexpected by ordinary people; Ronan had chosen the nearest entrance available.
As he stepped into the gigantic mouth of the red-skinned frog, Ronan’s body suddenly trembled slightly, a momentary haze seemed to flash before his eyes, and he stopped in place.
Moments later, upon the red-skinned frog’s slightly impatient urging, he returned to normal and walked inside. Check latest chapters at N()velFire.net
Crossing through the brief spatial passage, he found himself above the vast Spirit Lake.
Ronan didn’t hurry to descend but stood in place, gently rubbing his temples with his fingers.
"Soul remnants... another memory flashback?"
Alazan’s voice sounded in his ear, "You’d best prepare everything soon and attempt to ascend..."
Ronan slowly lowered his hand from his temples, not responding to Alazan’s words, but instead muttered thoughtfully to himself: "Even the World Devouring Worm can be found; there’s no reason a single Awakening Snake doesn’t exist somewhere in the Wizard World.
Alazan, do you think... Prophetic Magic could guide me?"
Alazan spoke slowly: "You could try. If there truly are clues, with your current strength, it would certainly be much easier than personally capturing one in the Otherworld...
In order to continuously cultivate using ’Spirit Heart Amber,’ Awakening Potion is an essential aid for you."
Ronan nodded, said nothing more, and on the lake surface, he broke open a whirlpool, passed through winding crystal tunnels, and finally arrived at the Lake Ring shuttle point.
He entered the center of the Lake Ring, descending slowly into the waterfall pit.
As he was about to reach his residence, Ronan suddenly noticed a figure standing quietly at the entrance of his personal secret realm, appearing to be waiting for him.
As Ronan approached, the figure standing at his "doorstep" slowly turned around.
It was a young male wizard, handsome in appearance, Level 4 Dawn.
Wearing an exquisitely luxurious magic robe, even his hair seemed intricately groomed, exuding an extraordinary and noble aura from head to toe, as if a noble among wizards.
The young wizard looked at Ronan, a smile appeared on his face, and a glow surrounded him.
He accurately called out Ronan’s name and then softly said, "My name is Zorn.
I represent Misha... here to deliver some things to you."
Ronan looked at the aristocratic wizard in front of him, his eyes flickered continuously.
After a moment, he inhaled deeply and spoke, "Come inside and we’ll talk."
In the spacious and bright secret realm space.
With blue-gold hair slightly flowing, as if a young monarch sitting on his throne, Misha, casually played with the Magic Spirit Sand Table before him, chatting with someone beside him.
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the entrance of the space, and several people looked up.
With hair colored crystal red, exhibiting the most standard posture of an aristocratic wizard, Zorn seemed so dim before Misha, he approached the group and voluntarily saluted Misha.
Misha looked at him, squinting his eyes as he awaited an answer.
Zorn nodded, pondered briefly, and then spoke, "Like everyone who crawled up from the mud, tenacious, obstinate, marked with pride in his bones. Though he possesses impressive talent, he lacks sufficient confidence...
He showed great respect when facing me; he entertained me warmly yet couldn’t even produce a decent tea set...
The place he resides hasn’t undergone any renovation or upgrade..."
Zorn paused, shook his head, and said: "It’s said that he now merely relies on acting as an assistant for Heliodor, occasionally taking on some low-difficulty tasks to slowly accumulate Magic Stones...
He indeed is in need of this resource."
"Heliodor is notoriously stingy, no wonder he was so proactive in showing loyalty to me.."
Misha spoke lightly: "Did you hand over the items to him?"
Zorn seemed to recall something amusing, couldn’t help but curve his mouth, and spoke humorously: "When he accepted the items, I could distinctly feel his fingers trembling slightly.
Perhaps... he thought you were giving too much."
Several wizards nearby chuckled joyfully upon hearing this.
"He repeatedly expressed his gratitude to you and kept sending me off until I reached the Lake Ring. Even as the spatial door closed, I could still see him waving goodbye to me.."
Zorn slightly raised his voice, his tone becoming increasingly relaxed.
Misha couldn’t help but laugh as well.
"Only such a person would willingly become a fitting sword in my hands."
Misha’s face shone with immense confidence, for a fleeting moment full of vigor, "With you all together, help me steadily ascend to the position of Spirit Lake’s Son!
Misha surveyed the few people and said with a slight but firm smile: "Even without the constraint of a soul agreement, this Ronan Damien will still be sincerely obedient to me."
"No one could resist Misha’s charm... not even men!"