Breakthrough success rate assessment: 74.3% (using Star Dew Morning Glow and fully purifying spiritual contamination)
Ron’s heart involuntarily accelerated.
Seeing the information displayed on the panel, he suddenly realized something: ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel⦿fire.net
The various "additional traits" and "advanced traits" he had obtained from the profession panel through exhausting his skills.
In terms of function, they might share the same essence as those innate special talents.
Whether it is "Extensive Knowledge and Records," "Conception," or "Boiling Blood" brought by the Bloodline Knight...
Even the professional synergy effects, all these might essentially be no different from innate special talents.
"Now the panel’s prompt confirms that these traits obtained through the panel can also resonate with the Meditation Technique, improving the success rate of the breakthrough..."
Ron’s thoughts began to expand, and a bolder conjecture emerged in his mind.
If those special talents were the anchor points gifted by the "Demon God,"
Then might this "panel" of mine, capable of infinitely stacking professions, be a more fundamental "Original Talent" beyond all current special talents?
"This Golden Finger... might be more unfathomable than I imagined."
Ron thought to himself, both excited and cautious.
If his guess was correct, then his potential far surpassed his imagination.
But it also meant that deep within his soul, there might exist an unknown connection to those legendary "higher existences."
"In any case, the current priority is to continue accumulating traits and improving the breakthrough success rate."
Ron reminded himself to temporarily seal this conjecture within his heart and continue focusing on the present tasks.
Lady Allen had unknowingly stopped speaking, quietly observing him, as if waiting for him to awaken from some kind of contemplation.
In her deep green eyes, a probing light flickered, seemingly able to see through Ron’s inner thoughts.
"What are you thinking about so intently?" she asked softly, with a hint of curiosity in her voice.
Ron came back to his senses, a smile appearing on his face:
"Just pondering the value of special talents. It seems I might have underestimated my potential before."
Lady Allen sharply noticed something, a knowing glint flashing in her eyes: "Have you made a new discovery?"
Ron cautiously nodded, his expression still maintaining that restrained calm: "I think I have sufficient reasons to attempt the Path of Truth."
This decision was not impulsive, but based on a calm assessment and rational calculation of various factors.
At least a 70% success rate, and potentially increasing through skill trait development in the coming months, was enough for him to make this decision.
Lady Allen gave him a deep look, leaning slightly forward:
"Then, regarding the specific meditation method, you need to listen more carefully. This is not child’s play; once it starts, there’s no turning back."
Her voice became extremely serious:
"When your spiritual power reaches the critical point, you need to find a quiet and isolated place, preferably in a region with high magic power fluctuations. Then, take ’Star Dew Morning Glow’ and enter the deepest meditation state."
"Unlike usual meditation, you don’t just conceptualize the image of the ’Devourer,’ but actively try to establish a connection with it, like reaching out a hand, waiting for its response."
Lady Allen’s expression turned exceptionally grave, a rare worry showing between her brows:
"This process is extremely dangerous. When your spirit touches that existence, countless illusions and voices will try to distract your attention.
Some are your innermost fears, while others are probes from that existence itself.
There are also amalgamations of all your past psychological traumas, manifesting in the most terrifying forms right before you."
Ron thought of the terrifying scenes he had seen during the Meditation in the "Star Eater’s Ravings," and he was secretly vigilant.
"The key is—no matter what you see or hear, do not waver, do not fear, and hold steadfast to your will against erosion."
Lady Allen’s voice was low and firm:
"Only when your will is strong enough will that existence acknowledge you, imprinting a fragment of its will into your spiritual world, forming the Meditation Technique trait, achieving transformation."
Ron nodded, firmly committing these key pieces of information to memory.
In his view, while this process was dangerous, logically, it was very straightforward—maintain unwavering will, unaffected by illusions, until gaining acknowledgment.
"One last thing," Lady Allen added, a stern glint in her eyes:
"Before attempting, it’s best to completely purge the spiritual contamination in your body.
Even the slightest mental instability could be magnified during the advancement process, leading to loss of control.
Seemingly harmless small cracks could instantly expand into the abyss of the soul under the will impact from higher existences."
She looked into Ron’s eyes, her gaze piercing:
"I know you have a way to clear spiritual contamination, whatever it is, make sure to use it thoroughly before advancing."
Ron’s heart was shocked, but his face remained calm and unchanged.