"Juventus has probably already mastered the ’Secret Chrysalis’..."
As the most favored first descendant of the Black Witch King, Juventus certainly doesn’t lack Demon Crystals.
Ronan couldn’t help but be curious about what might hatch from Juventus’s ’Secret Chrysalis’.
However, the magical aspect of the ’Secret Chrysalis’ lies here—the final form that emerges within the ’Chrysalis’ is related to the foundation, understanding, bloodline, and soul characteristics of the practicing Wizard, varying from person to person.
The key relationship is with the Energy Magic chosen for ’Transformation’.
It’s possible for a hundred Wizards practicing the ’Secret Chrysalis’ to end up with a hundred different spells.
Possibly worlds apart from each other.
Without a doubt, Ronan naturally chose ’Energy Missile’ as his spell carrier.
"With ’Energy Missile’ proficiency level elevated above Master Level, transformed into ’Forbidden - Black Hole’, and then transforming again through the ’Secret Chrysalis’, what will it become?"
Ronan stroked his smooth chin, inevitably feeling some anticipation.
The appearance of ’Secret Chrysalis’ prompted him to slightly advance his original ascension plan.
Ronan spent two weeks meticulously ’polishing’ himself from the inside out.
He originally planned to attempt a breakthrough in ’Ascetic Body Refinement’ before ascending, but the time needed for the Master Level breakthrough in ’Ascetic Body Refinement’ was filled with uncertainty. Moreover, he didn’t lack resources for ascension now, thus there was no need to risk bodily energy impact during ascension, so Ronan refrained.
Two weeks later, Ronan took out a Communication Stone to make contact with Misha’s people.
On the vast plain at the edge of a narrow canyon, Ronan pressed the airship down, his feet slowly stepping onto solid ground.
He put away the airship and then took out a crimson Crystal Stone, slowly crushing it in his hand.
The powder from the Crystal Stone fell and transformed into burning flames, from which a blood-red parrot flew out at inconceivable speed, diving into the canyon before him and disappearing in a blink.
After the blood-red parrot vanished, Ronan waited for a full two hours before finally sensing an energy fluctuation rising from the canyon.
A silhouette emerged step by step from the canyon, walking directly towards Ronan.
The surrounding force field indicates a Level 4 Wizard.
He looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, with silver-gray short hair, rugged features, and a pattern of flame scars on the left cheek.
He wasn’t wearing Spirit Lake attire, but a simple pure black gold-woven long robe, overlaid with a crimson cloak.
Ronan squinted his eyes.
In the Spirit Lake Deep Sea Sect, there are truly few Wizards who specialize in Fire Magic.
The essence of Fire Magic is rooted in combat, and most Wizards practicing Fire Magic choose to join the Flame School.
The middle-aged Wizard approached indifferently and coldly spoke when he reached Ronan, "You are Ronan Damien?"
Ronan greeted the man.
Silent Corridor isn’t a place designated for Spirit Lake Wizards to ascend; rather, it is an unexplored Trial Secret Realm, with considerable danger, where many Level 4 Wizards hone their Combat Skills.
Thus, for this ascension into Silent Corridor, Misha very ’considerately’ arranged a Level 4 Wizard as a ’protector’.
The middle-aged Wizard named Sigel standing before him.
"I’ve waited for you at the corridor entrance for over a year."
Sigel said as he looked at Ronan.
Lowering his gaze, Ronan replied, "I apologize."
Perhaps Ronan’s decent attitude led Sigel to snort lightly and say nothing more, giving only a "follow me" before turning and flying towards the canyon.
Ronan followed Sigel into the canyon, seeing glowing moss growing on both sides.
At the very bottom, a thin river resembling condensed moonlight flowed slowly.
In the dark environment, occasionally an eagle with wings electrified would flash by, leaving bright but fleeting trails.
The two descended continuously, nearing the canyon bottom and approaching the moonlight river, when Sigel shifted his form and vanished into a cave on the rock wall.
Followed by a lengthy and winding path until Ronan saw a light source again.
—A giant floating crystal cluster illuminated the unusually spacious cave space.
Translucent energy chains connected the crystal cluster closely to the ground, forming natural bridges.
This area seemed to be sealing something, with a somewhat chaotic energy field, where rocks floated upwards, creating an upside-down stony forest scene.
At the base of the stone forest, Ronan saw the outline of a giant Rune Formation and accidentally kicked a piece of debris that echoed loudly in the cavern.
"If you have any questions, ask them all at once here." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Sigel stopped in front of the giant crystal cluster, turned around and looked at him. "Once inside, remember to keep your mouth shut tightly.
It’s best not to make any sound at all."
Ronan thought for a moment, then shook his head.
Sigel turned around expressionlessly and walked straight toward the crystal cluster, with Ronan following closely behind.
Just as they were about to reach the bottom of the crystal cluster, a vortex-shaped entrance suddenly appeared on the giant cluster. A wizard in a dark blue magic robe quickly walked out from the vortex, accompanied by flurries of snow and a chilling cold, at the same level of a Level 4.
The wizard, who just happened to bump into them head-on, brightened up noticeably at the sight of Sigel, indicating they knew each other, and greeted him with a loud laugh.
"Oh, Sigel! You’re still guarding here.
When did you start serving as a guard in the Silent Corridor?"
He turned his head to glance at Ronan, seemingly sensing the spiritual power waves emanating from Ronan, and jokingly said, "Is this your troublesome nephew?
He seems to have more potential than you..."
Ronan, knowing his place, lowered his head, pretending not to have heard anything.
Standing next to him, Sigel snorted coldly and his lips moved, likely engaging in quick communication with the wizard opposite.
Ronan heard that wizard let out a comprehending "Oh," and then looked at him with somewhat strange eyes.
The other party clearly chose to skip over the topic about him, and continued chatting with Sigel about other matters.
Ronan couldn’t hear their exchange, only saw their expressions gradually becoming serious.
In the end, the wizard bid farewell to Sigel and left, hastily dropping a sentence before leaving: "..That madman from Witch Heart Hall doesn’t follow any rules, just be careful not to run into him."
Upon hearing the term, Ronan’s eyes flickered, subconsciously reminded of Jason, who entered Witch Heart Hall around the same time as him.
At this time, Sigel had already cast a spell under the giant crystal cluster to open a teleportation entrance. Ronan saw him carefully sprinkle some unknown powder, dispelling the "Time Curse" lingering in front of the vortex entrance, then called Ronan to follow in a low voice.
Ronan’s soul age displayed on his character panel was only barely twenty-six years old, so the Time Curse had little effect on him, allowing him to pass through smoothly.
As soon as he entered the Silent Corridor Secret Realm, a decaying, desolate, ancient aura rushed towards him.
Presented before Ronan was an incredibly tall and narrow corridor, with mottled marks all around, as if giants had once walked through.
Ronan felt the distribution of free energy particles in this secret realm space, suddenly glimpsing several humanoid shadows emerging on the wall not far ahead, holding magic wands and rushing straight at him.
Ronan instinctively took a step back.
The subtle footsteps in this corridor space were magnified into thunderous roars, and before Ronan could react to the sudden noise, ripples appeared under his feet and around him.
Then countless ripples formed into glowing rune-covered vines, crazily wrapping around him!
The titanium attached under Ronan’s magic robe exploded directly, forming layers of mercury-like flowing metal barriers, firmly blocking all around.
Those glowing rune-covered vines slammed into the metal barriers with a series of thunderous bangs, and more ripples emerged from the void, making the already numerous glowing vines grow even more crazily as if injected with something.
Ronan frowned, the metallic barrier around him melted like water, transforming into countless tendrils that tightly entangled the vines from all directions.
Seeing more and more vines growing to an almost nerve-wracking extent, he happened to catch a glimpse of Sigel’s cold smile not far away, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly dismissed all the titanium, allowing part of the spiritual power to emerge from his body...
Ronan stood motionless, breathing steadily without making any sound.
A semi-transparent golden spiritual field firmly resisted countless vines around him, and the space seemed to become still at that moment.
Ronan watched those vines that were writhing just a moment ago wither and dissipate one by one right before his eyes... until not a single one remained.
Once everything quieted down, in the now completely silent corridor, Sigel, who had watched the "show" from beginning to end, silently approached him, and a wave of consciousness connected with him.
"It seems you are indeed different from those guys under Misha who only know how to fawn and flatter..."
Ronan looked at him calmly, responding with his consciousness as well, "Is this the reason why we mustn’t make any sound in the Silent Corridor?"
Sigel nodded, possibly influenced by Ronan’s previous performance, his attitude underwent a partial change, and he rarely took the initiative to explain to Ronan.
"The Silent Corridor is a relic of an ancient sound magic school. Because of its unique environmental composition, any spell called forth in the Silent Corridor leaves an ’echo.’ Sound is the trigger for these ’magic echoes’ to activate...."
"What you saw earlier were shadow images left by ancient Silent Corridor wizards who passed through here, and the attack on you was from the lingering ’Ancient Sound Magic Echo’ here..."
"Magic echoes... ancient sound magic..."
Ronan blinked, feeling his knowledge expanding.