At the moment when Ronan's own will could no longer exert any further influence on the fifteen crystals, "Boom!"
The energy particles gathered by the promotion array finally descended upon him, transforming into an even greater pressure that fiercely pressed down on the fifteen crystals.
"Creak, creak—"
Fourteen Mental Power Crystals and one light cocoon were squeezed, emitting a grating sound that set teeth on edge.
The effect of the array acted upon Ronan's soul. A portion of his soul power began to burn, turning into a turbid flame tinged with golden and black-gray streaks, winding between the compressed Mental Power Crystals and the light cocoon.
At this moment, Ronan understood why Alazan had said that choosing the lowest-level promotion array would result in a very low success rate.
Because his foundation was too profound, with a full fifteen Mental Power Crystals far exceeding that of an ordinary third-level wizard, and due to three purifications of mental power, the strength of each Mental Power Crystal was also far beyond that of an average person.
The soul fire generated by the burning of his soul was not pure enough, making the first step of "shattering and melting" incredibly difficult.
Without the aid of a higher-level promotion array, the "compressive force" provided by a low-level array was simply insufficient.
Even with the intermediate Dawn Promotion Array, Ronan's Mental Power Crystals were somewhat too "stubborn."
Ronan thought of the green-braided witch who was undergoing promotion almost simultaneously with him. She might have already started the second or even the third step by now.
The ancient array continued to operate, and the plump magic crystals embedded in the array were rapidly consumed, dimming.
The energy particles gathered in the void seemed to snowball, growing larger and larger, transforming into a crystalline stream that fiercely washed over Ronan's body.
Ronan's body and soul simultaneously felt an immense pressure.
It was unclear how long this process lasted.
"Crack—"
Ronan finally heard the long-awaited sound of shattering.
In the desolate ruins, ancient spirits of Guiindu wandered aimlessly.
Sigel silently roamed the ruins, doing his best to avoid the groups of wandering spirits and those with faint black light emanating from their bodies.
"Boom—"
He suddenly heard a muffled thunderclap.
It came from a rather distant place.
The sound was so clear in the dead silence of the wilderness. In an instant, countless bizarrely shaped ancient spirits in the ruins abruptly stopped their aimless movements and eerily raised their heads towards one direction.
Sigel quickly turned towards the direction of the thunderclap.
He saw a huge, mottled energy vortex appearing in the distant, dim sky. With each rotation of the vortex, energy rolled, producing sounds akin to muffled thunder.
In the ruins, some ancient spirits, stimulated by the sound, returned to normal and continued their aimless wandering, while others were drawn by the vortex's sound and began to slowly move towards its source.
Sigel stood still, silently watching the vortex's rotation, his eyes flickering.
After a moment, he turned away expressionlessly and continued with his unfinished task.
He had already been delayed for too long.
"Crack, crack—"
Fine, continuous cracking sounds echoed within the consciousness space.
At this moment, apart from the white cocoon of light from the [Secret Chrysalis], the surfaces of Ronan's remaining fourteen Mental Power Crystals had already begun to show signs of cracking, and the extent of the cracks was deepening continuously.
The soul fire burned dimly, scorching the edges of the shattered Mental Power Crystals, creating a scene reminiscent of melting beeswax.
At the same time, it was also carrying away a portion of the impurities that had settled within Ronan's soul.
Ronan sat quietly with his eyes closed, unmoving amidst the torrential cascade of energy, like an ancient, unyielding reef.
Around him, at the edges of the fourth-tier magic array, the ancient spirits of Gu Yinduo, drawn by the commotion, were now densely packed.
They clung to the energy barrier of the array, their indistinct forms resembling distorted faces amidst the constantly rippling waves.
They pressed their faces against the transparent barrier, their eyes wide with greed, staring intently at the figure at the very center of the array, while more spirits continued to squeeze in.
"Too slow."
Ronan began to feel dissatisfied with the current pace of his advancement.
He abruptly released a portion of his mental power, allowing it to seep into the vast energy torrent outside his body.
Under the active pull of his mental power, the already massive energy vortex suddenly expanded even further, drawing in more energy particles.
"Boom!"
It felt as if an entire mountain had abruptly pressed down on him. Ronan's body swayed slightly, and within his consciousness space, the cracking speed of the fourteen Mental Power Crystals accelerated sharply.
Similarly, the number of Gu Yinduo spirits rushing towards the array outside also surged dramatically, quickly filling the entire room and the array to the point of being completely packed, even submerging the figure at the center of the array.
"Whoosh—"
Ronan's consciousness space trembled slightly.
The fourteen completely shattered Mental Power Crystals melted like wax under the intense burning of the soul fire, perfectly enveloping the remaining white cocoon of light.
Within the shattered Mental Power Crystals, the Soul Runes inscribed within them floated like totems in water, gradually converging towards the center. This was a process of destruction and rebirth, a metamorphosis.
Ronan's heart slowly calmed, gradually entering an indescribable, mystical state.
He watched as his melted and aggregated mental power began to "solidify," reforming into a more advanced form.
From the outside, it looked like a multifaceted golden crystal, which then quickly transformed into a perfect golden sphere.
Within the sphere, the shadows of various runes flashed continuously. At first, Ronan could still discern the appearance of each rune.
But gradually, he could no longer see clearly, feeling only that the sphere had become exceptionally turbid.
It was as if a thick fog had settled within it.
Instinctively, he wanted to disperse this fog, but he had no idea how long this process took.
Suddenly, a beam of light leaked out from the fog within the sphere.
Ronan, like someone who had been stumbling through the misty darkness for a long time, finally emerged from the fog, greeted by the bright dawn he had been yearning for.
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He opened his eyes wide to embrace this moment of clarity and joy.
Then, within the light beyond the fog, he saw—
In the midst of the snowstorm, a multi-headed giant serpent with eyes like blood-red suns!
Above the yellow sands, the eternal and resplendent Golden Country! Beneath the vast sky, the roaring thunder and hurricanes! In the void of space, a silver key formed by countless folded mirrors! In the boundless sea of stars, the black holes that devour everything—various Spell phenomena flashed rapidly before Ronan's eyes.
It felt as long as a century.
Or perhaps as brief as a blink of an eye.
At a certain moment—"thump—"
Ronan seemed to hear the heartbeat of a new life being born! The next second.
He was completely immersed in an endless ocean of elements.
"Roar—"
On the desolate wasteland, an ancient Guiynodo spirit with a slender body, multiple claws and legs, resembling a mantis, and a black body covered with numerous twisted white light patterns, raised its head and let out a silent roar.
Visible ripples spread out in circles from its mouth.
After the roar, it moved like a ghost, silently charging toward a distant sky filled with a beautiful, colorful energy cloud.
Similar scenes were unfolding in various corners of this desolate wasteland.
If one were to look down from high above, they would clearly see that in the area where the inner and outer corridors of the Silent Corridor met, countless Guiynodo spirits were all swarming toward a single location.
"An 'Echo Tide' has actually formed."
Several figures hovered in the air, and one of the wizards gazed toward the inner corridor, murmuring softly.
At this moment, one could even speak aloud without attracting any attacks from the Guiynodo spirits.
Almost all the Guiynodo spirits in this area had been drawn to the rolling energy cloud in the distance, and the wasteland was filled with the sounds of rolling stones and thunderous explosions.
"Who on earth is the reckless one who caused such a commotion? Now we're completely stuck here for the time being."
A stern-looking wizard frowned and said.
"Let's head deeper into the outer corridor. Once this 'Echo Tide' passes, it'll be fine."
Someone suggested, but another quickly shook their head, "The genius from the Witch Heart Hall, Zieg, just advanced to the fifth level. Ever since the Silent Corridor opened, he's been honing his combat techniques deep in the outer corridor with the help of the sound spirits. The commotion there is even greater than this."
The group whispered among themselves, not noticing that a wizard standing at the edge of the crowd had a face as cold as water.
Suddenly, he shot forward, heading straight toward the direction where the spectacular "Echo Tide" was erupting.
Siegel swiftly maneuvered through the silently charging Guiynodo spirits, his eyes flickering urgently.
His expression was blank, focused only on increasing his speed.
Two figures hurriedly flew out from the depths of the inner corridor, where countless Guiynodo spirits were surging like a tide toward one spot.
A man and a woman, both wearing the Wizard Robes of the Black Moon Sect, their expressions slightly grave.
Siegel brushed past them in a straight line, and in that brief moment, he saw the surprise and confusion on their faces.
Without a word, he quickly rushed into the inner corridor.
Only when he reached a familiar spot did Siegel suddenly come to a halt.
Seeing the dense, countless Guiynodo spirits crowded together before him, even Siegel, a fourth-level wizard, felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but take a sharp breath.
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