"All the Soul Runes are still intact, and their effects have become even stronger."
Ronan's mind stirred slightly, and within his consciousness space, a faint golden sphere with a crack in the center opened a tiny gap, allowing a soft white light to seep through.
The natural psychic field emanating from his body intensified, and the invisible celestial bodies surrounding him began to rotate faster. The sense of collapse in the surrounding void became increasingly palpable.
The sudden, suffocating pressure made Sieg, who was standing beside Ronan, instinctively step back, looking at him with an indescribably complex gaze.
As a Dawn Wizard who had long since advanced to the fourth level, he couldn't understand why this young man, who had just crossed the threshold from the third to the fourth level, could give him the oppressive feeling of facing a fifth-level wizard.
Some of his preconceived notions were being shattered, and he needed time to digest and rebuild them.
Ronan continued his experiments.
As his thoughts shifted, the white light seeping from the slightly opened crack in the dark golden sphere suddenly turned blue.
Immediately, the invisible celestial bodies surrounding Ronan were imbued with an intense icy aura. His psychic energy extended outward, and wherever it passed, large patches of frost and snow formed in the void.
Soon, the frost dissipated, transforming into a violent hurricane.
Then came the crackling and explosive aura of lightning. "Psychic elementalization..."
Ronan switched his psychic energy between several elemental states, lost in thought.
This was one of the most significant markers of a fourth-level wizard compared to a third-level one. Back when he was at the third level, he had struggled a lot with this aspect. Now that he had mastered it, he found this ability to be rather ordinary.
In battles of the same level, the direct offensive effects of psychic elementalization would likely be minimal, useful only for overwhelming wizards at the Mist level.
Its greatest utility lay in assisting spellcasting.
Elementalized psychic energy could resonate with and attract far more free energy particles than a third-level wizard could.
"After advancing to the fourth level, most spells below the fourth level can be cast almost instantaneously."
Ronan thought to himself, casually flicking a small snowflake from his fingertips.
The snowflake fell straight down, landing lightly on a patch of ruins below.
In an instant, a surge of icy cold erupted, a glacial river cascaded down, and towering ice mountains rose rapidly from the ground, instantly freezing all the ancient spirits within a certain range.
"Eliminating the cumbersome and lengthy preparatory steps, from now on, I can truly create a snow kingdom with a snap of my fingers..."
Ronan descended, his invisible force field expanding outward like a massive, heavy cloud pressing down.
On the wilderness, the wandering ancient spirits looked up at him, letting out silent roars. Dense sound waves converged into a tidal wave, surging upward through the void!
Within his consciousness space, the crack in the eye-like dark golden sphere opened a bit wider, and a strong white light seeped out.
Ronan's body once again radiated a brilliant light, like a blade descending from the heavens, effortlessly slicing through the layers of rolling sound waves below.
His deep blue Wizard Robe billowed in the wind, and Ithium, resembling liquid mercury, flowed from the robe, gathering behind Ronan.
"Hum—"
At this moment, the aura emanating from Ronan suddenly became scorching hot. His mental power field further compressed the void, collapsing, twisting, and melting it. It was as if an invisible, blazing star was revolving around him.
The Ithium gathered behind him began to extend to both sides, condensing into golden, fiery feathers. Long and massive golden eagle wings sprouted from Ronan's back, with ruby-like light patterns growing on the feathers, exuding an intensely scorching aura.
Ronan skimmed close to the ground, his outstretched golden eagle wings resembling two red-hot golden blades freshly drawn from a furnace. As they swept across the ground, everything in their path—whether ruins or ancient spirits—was severed and exploded! [Golden Body of Lingmoya]! After reaching the fourth level, this Spell underwent a qualitative transformation.
Ronan paused slightly, his eagle wings flaring behind him. The golden flaming blade sliced through the void, and a fourth-level ancient spirit that attempted to approach him was instantly cleaved in two without even a sound.
Originally a Spell more focused on defense, it now possessed the terrifying offensive power to effortlessly annihilate fourth-level entities! Upon advancing to the fourth level, all his Mental Power Crystals condensed into a single core, granting him immense enhancement.
Both his soul and mental power had undergone a metamorphosis. The only regret was that his [Ascetic Body Forging] had not yet broken through, leaving him with a feeling of "new wine in an old bottle"—halfway through a transformation, with a lingering sense of incompleteness.
Ronan tried to avoid other groups of wizards as he ventured deeper into the wilderness of ruins in the outer corridor.
While familiarizing himself with the changes that came with reaching the fourth level, he re-adjusted his Spell system and honed his combat techniques.
At the same time, he harvested the ancient spirits along the way. He hadn't forgotten what Sigel had told him—these unique elemental lifeforms of the Silent Corridor, composed of Spell echoes, rune fragments, and energy particles, contained cores within their bodies that could, to some extent, be used as magic crystals.
And he was in dire need of magic crystals.
Once an ancient spirit's strength surpassed the fourth level, its body would turn black, deepening in color as its power and age increased.
Ordinary fourth-level ancient spirits posed no threat to Ronan whatsoever. Moreover, they were easily attracted—all it took was making a loud enough noise.
Ronan continued his harvest, the joy of his breakthrough and the thrill of his gains gradually immersing him in the battle. Unconsciously, he had traveled far, until a loud explosion and the intense Spell wave that followed snapped him out of his trance.
He stopped in his tracks and looked in the direction of the commotion.
Faintly, he could hear the roar of surging energy tides and see a clash of black and crimson light intertwining.
The black light clearly held the upper hand, revealing the figure of a tall, slender wizard within it.
It was a man, wearing a tall black top hat.
"Whoosh—"
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Sigel landed beside him, his face still carrying a lingering, complex expression.
Having followed Ronan all this way, he had been so shocked and numbed by Ronan's powerful ability to harvest fourth-level ancient spirits like wheat that he only slowly regained his senses when Ronan finally stopped.
"Level Five... Wizard."
Ronan narrowed his eyes, gazing at the distant battle erupting in the distance, murmuring softly to himself.
He could see that the man wearing a tall top hat was a Level Five Wizard, and the one he was fighting was also a powerful ancient spirit of Nod, with strength reaching Level Five.
Watching the two forces of Level Five continuously clash, the free energy particles in the world being stirred like tides, he couldn't help but think of Fremingge from the Elemental Ring. The feelings of exhilaration and joy in his heart gradually faded.
"It's Sig from the Wizard's Heart Hall."
Noticing Ronan's focus, Sigel spoke in a low voice: "The Wizard's Heart Hall has several renowned top geniuses, and Sig is one of them. He has just been promoted to Level Five and came to the Silent Corridor specifically to hone his skills using ancient sound spirits."
"Sig..."
Ronan silently repeated the name, his eyes flickering, and suddenly took a step forward.
"Don't go!"
Seeing his movement, Sigel's pupils contracted, and he spoke urgently.
"I'm wearing the mark of Spirit Lake, does he dare to kill me?"
Ronan turned his head, looking at Sigel.
Sigel's expression was serious, speaking in a deep voice: "The relationship between Spirit Lake and the Wizard's Heart Hall is far more complicated than you imagine. The wizards of the Wizard's Heart Hall are all madmen, especially—"
Before Sigel could finish, he was interrupted by a calm voice.
"Don't worry, he can't kill me."
After speaking.
"Rip—"
A burst of crimson-gold light erupted, and two massive golden eagle wings spread out behind Ronan, swiftly moving towards the direction of the distant battle.
Ronan was truly curious.
How much was he still lacking to reach Level Five?
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