"Are all of you gathered here?"
"What about the artificial deity and the other Great Wizards?"
"The elders have gone to a city, preparing to bring the world back on the right track."
"Haha, back on the right track."
Faced with the response of the wizard under spell control, Ronald’s expression grew complex.
Bapulor was engaged in deep conversation with the magician apprentices controlled by Saint Catherine’s sword, while Ronald was solely responsible for interrogating the wizard elite.
The highest-ranking wizard present.
It was indeed more reassuring for Ronald to ask the questions himself.
"How many Great Wizards accompanied the artificial deity?"
"Tower masters of various disciplines, some elderly, and strong individuals we’ve never met before... I don’t know the exact number."
"Then about how many people? I mean the number of Great Wizards who possess the original text."
"The total number of Great Wizards is around thirty."
"How much do you know about the main plan?"
The wizard in question lapsed into silence once again.
After maintaining this state for a few seconds, he then shook his head and responded:
"I don’t know, the elders only instructed us to stand guard here before they left. Moreover, if we encounter an enemy we cannot fend off, it is completely permissible for us to scatter and flee for our lives."
"Flee for our lives—this so-called fleeing is likely about you spreading the arcane side of magic knowledge, isn’t it?"
Ronald asked sarcastically, half in jest, and the wizard in front of him cooperated by nodding in agreement:
"Yes, this is also our last mission."
"No matter what the outcome is, disseminating knowledge is the most important task for Barrier Mountain to return to the world. People should not be kept in the dark; the truth deserves to be known fairly by all."
Ronald covered his head and shook it:
"That does sound quite grandiose."
The subjects of this interrogation were controlled wizards, and the time expended was merely over two minutes.
After dealing with the wizards’ memories,
Ronald was ready to return to Springs with Bapulor.
Just then, a divine magic power began to spread from Ronald’s wrist.
After successfully leaving the "Infinite Negative Domain," the trial of the "Heavenly Star"—the "Angel of Wisdom"—was passed.
Without a word, Ronald enshrined this magic power onto a ring.
With the final spell power obtained from the Heavenly Chapter, the "Divine Comedy" spell, whose completion was further enhanced, also underwent an overall improvement.
The Hell Chapter’s enhancement was very straightforward.
Aside from being able to cast all spells at once, the standard power and range of effect were once again increased.
As for the Heavenly Chapter, the main role.
The advantages brought by this enhancement were truly exceptionally powerful.
Firstly, all magic stored in magical items began to flow back into Ronald’s body. From now on, whenever Ronald wished to cast a spell from the Heavenly Chapter, no activation action would be required; the moment he thought of it, the spell would immediately manifest.
Ronald’s body had become the vessel for the Heavenly Chapter’s spells.
The swiftness and sensitivity in casting provided an almost immeasurable advantage in battle.
At that moment, Bapulor, who was nearby, noticed something about Ronald:
"Ronald, your magic power..."
Ronald promptly replied:
"I’ve made some adjustments to certain spells."
While verbally shrugging off the heretical magician’s curiosity, Ronald continued to feel the final spell of the Heavenly Chapter.
The ability brought by the "Angel of Wisdom"—"Soul Control."
The spell was not simply for attack or defense, nor was it like a barrier or an enhancement.
It was more like a permission.
With this spell, the caster could activate interference in the soul domain.
Whether it was attacking an enemy on the spiritual level, examining their own condition, or conducting research in the realm of the soul,
these were all directions that Ronald could now explore.
As for the development of subsequent abilities, it depended entirely on Ronald’s own capacity.
The two flew towards Springs.
In silence, Ronald had already soundlessly activated the spell "Soul Domination" for the first time.
Sniffing the brisk sea breeze that raced by.
The first thing that came into Ronald’s view was the soul of Bapulor, the heretical magician.
Even though Bapulor’s soul was entangled with evil magic power and some bizarre tentacles, the heretic magician’s soul still undoubtedly bore a human form.
Ronald slightly squinted his eyes; he could even see the wrinkles on this middle-aged man’s soul.
Of course, the most important part was the brain.
At the location of the soul’s head, something that resembled a parchment tome floated there.
This must be Bapulor’s original tome, manifesting within his soul.
Moreover, because of the previous magic fluctuation, Bapulor had not noticed Ronald’s condition, and even had the leisure to cheerfully look around at the scenery above the sea as he flew.
Ronald felt somewhat subtle.
But soon, he turned his attention to himself.
Seeing oneself for the first time from the perspective of the soul was a very unique experience.
Ronald’s soul was very different from Bapulor’s.
Firstly, at the position of his soul’s head, only a stone tablet-shaped miniature of his original tome floated there, while other tomes he possessed revolved around the soul in a pure state of magical power.
——And Ronald’s soul was extremely pure.
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Ronald’s soul was a clean human soul, with no changes other than the original tome, and certainly no shadow of tentacles or the like.
Both were holders of an original tome, yet there was a clear distinction between them.
——Was it because different types of original tomes had different impacts?
——Was it the length of time one had possessed an original tome?
——Was it the repeated use of the Complete Technique?
——Or is it because... as a transmigrator, there are also unique aspects to one’s soul?
As Ronald pondered this issue,
Bapulor, flying over the sea, curiously started a casual conversation with Ronald:
"Ronald, why do you think the sea is blue?"
"Because it’s deep enough."
"The sunlight penetrates the clouds and shines upon the water, and then the sea absorbs light of different wavelengths..."
Suddenly, Ronald’s explanation grew absent-minded.
he began to feel something odd.
Though the island was a considerable distance from Springs, and one couldn’t see land in a short flight,
if Ronald wasn’t mistaken,
there were other islands around this sea island the last time he sailed out.
On the way back to Springs, they should have been able to see the silhouettes of those islands.
Why was there nothing at all?