Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 334 Taboo and truth, dream and bottleneck

"Oh!"

Hathaway stood on the moss-covered rock, the water curtain automatically parted on both sides of her head. She held a small and delicate crystal cone in her hand. Every time she knocked on the small door in front of her, the door would tremble violently, and then large cracked light patterns would emerge.

Hathaway had an expressionless face as she knocked on the small door in front of her again and again. There were more and more cracks on the door, but she seemed to be unable to see them at all.

At a certain moment, the small door suddenly opened from the inside out, and a handsome figure emerged from behind the door.

The young man who appeared from behind the door had extremely handsome features and a cold expression. His eyes were a mysterious golden and red color, as if melted gold was rolling and flowing in them, involuntarily releasing a strong, domineering, ancient and noble temperament.

Hathaway met those eyes and was unconsciously captivated by their brilliance. She panicked and subconsciously took two steps back, her expression flashing with a momentary trance.

But that domineering and ancient aura disappeared in an instant, and the young man's eyes returned to their azure and tranquil state like a lake.

He frowned slightly and said in a somewhat cold tone: "Hathaway, what do you want to do?"

Hathaway was slightly dazed, as if she couldn't tell whether her previous feelings were an illusion, but she soon thought of the purpose of her trip, her face turned cold, and she said, "Damien, I'll ask you one last time, do you want to accept my previous proposal?"

The young man looked at her quietly with cold eyes, his attitude was self-evident.

"very good."

Hathaway nodded slowly and said, "I hope you won't regret it."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Ronan watched Hathaway's back disappear and closed the small door expressionlessly.

Some tiny and dense cracks appeared at the edge of the closed light gate, and it was obvious that the magic array inside had been damaged.

"Please notify the maintenance department and ask them to send someone to repair it."

Ronan couldn't help but frown, but soon relaxed his brows and gave instructions to the "housekeeper" Arrietty, who had just stuck half of her head out of his collar.

Arrietty responded in a soft voice, flapped her little wings, and flew away quickly.

Ronan did not take Hathaway's warning to heart. Hathaway was just a hothouse flower that was spoiled under the protection of Madame Merle.

The same goes for Mixia. He is determined to get the position of Son of the Deep Sea and is even willing to break through to level five ahead of schedule.

Once he discovered that Ronan intended to compete with him for the title of Son of the Deep Sea, he, with the support of an elder-level figure in the Sixth Level Council, might be able to cause some substantial trouble to Ronan.

There was no other way to solve this problem except to forge ahead. Ronan only hoped that -

"I hope he can pay less attention to and be less suspicious of me, a subordinate who has already given his soul and loyalty to me."

Returning to the castle where he lived, Ronan entered the foggy space.

In a corner of the foggy space, there is about three or four hectares of black land, which has now been completely covered by golden magma, forming a small area of ​​hot and terrifying volcanic magma.

During this period of time, Ronan has been comprehending the inheritance of [Golden Fire Spirit Maya].

As his master-level proficiency in the five inherited spells continued to improve, he began to gradually come into contact with the mystery of the deeper combination of the two elements of gold and fire in the Lingmaya inheritance.

He spread out his hands, and a ball of golden metal condensed from titanium emerged in his hands, with a thin layer of red flame burning on the surface of the gold.

It then continued to decompose and form smaller and more complex structures, releasing a more overbearing and scorching breath.

This process is also accompanied by some low and ancient chanting sounds.

"The true meaning of gold? The true meaning of fire?"

Ronan muttered to himself, then shook his head.

"True meaning" is a unique realm belonging to the forbidden domain, which is much more powerful than the general level of forbidden power.

Just like the true meaning of Hekator's frost, the crimson ice that represents killing. At the beginning, he only touched a little bit of its fur, and he could easily crush Selina who was armed with life and also mastered the forbidden power.

The [Forbidden Black Hole] blessed by the double [Control Spell] is so powerful that bricks can fly. The [Erosion] it transformed into should have touched the edge of the true meaning of some energy-based spells.

The five domains of law have been integrated, and the [Golden Fire] in its complete state has already reached the level of the forbidden domain of law. Now it has new insights and has become even stronger, but Ronan feels that it is still far from evolving into the true meaning.

But it is very likely that you are already on the road to the true meaning.

Ronan's understanding of the true meaning is the manifestation of the natural operating rules of the universe, which is closer to the essence of a certain elemental energy at a deeper level. It is also the core of the forbidden domain that wizards are constantly trying to approach!
"Inheritance, the so-called inheritance, is not just about conveying the appearance of magic, but also the spirit placed on the magic, and the understanding of the natural rules of heaven and earth contained in the magic."

At this moment, Ronan suddenly had a deeper understanding of the several ancient and powerful spells inherited from him.

It's just like the Minotaur's spatial heritage, which is similar to the [Golden Kingdom].

Ronan walked to the high wall of white mist, and with a creak, he pushed open a small silver door on the wall and entered the Minotaur's mirror room.

The countless mirrors in the room represent the Minotaur's understanding of the spell of [Space Mirror].

Even if Ronan does nothing while staying in this room, his understanding of [Space Mirror Technique] will continue to deepen, as if there is an invisible teacher by his side, giving him instructions and teachings all the time.

As a result, his proficiency in [Space Mirror Technique] increased rapidly during this period of time, and Ronan once mistakenly believed that he was a genius in practicing space magic.
Walking out of the foggy space, Ronan stood safely on a balcony with huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the top of the castle.

From this position, he could easily overlook the entire secret space.

After thinking about it, Ronan took out the communication crystal of Linghu and infiltrated it with his mental power. After a while, a little old man wearing a pointed hat and driving a carriage broke through the space and appeared in front of him.

"Oh Damien... now is not the time to read the newspaper, and there are no letters related to you. There is a nude party coming up soon, and I still have a few invitations that have not been sent out. Do you want one?"

The old man was whistling and chatting with Ronan. Ronan had a few black lines on his forehead and threw a mental mark at him.

“So you were planning to sign up for the Deep Sea Son selection. Damn it, I should have thought of that a long time ago.

This has been keeping me busy lately.”

The old man held up his hat and muttered as he carved Ronan's spiritual mark into a beautiful crystal.

"Are there many wizards who signed up?"

Ronan's eyes flickered as he asked casually.

"There are too many of them. This is a rare event in the deep sea in a thousand years. Even many level 3 guys are rushing to join in the fun."

The old man said, "The last time so many people signed up was because of an academic lecture on the topic of 'soul intercourse' held by a certain elder."

Ronan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He flicked his finger and directly bounced it back into the space channel that had not yet completely closed.

After finishing the last thing, Ronan leaned on the stone railing and gently called the name "Alazan" in his heart.

In the space of consciousness, a petal of the black dandelion gently fell.

Ronan closed his eyes and sank into his thoughts.
"Snapped!"

A sharp sound breaking through the air.

The horsewhip hit a figure hard.

"Pooh!"

On the tall and handsome horse, the knight in bright armor spat fiercely with a sinister look in his eyes, and said fiercely: "Damn slave! Fortunately, you didn't delay my hunting..."

After cursing, he raised his whip and rode away, surrounded by a group of people.

After the crowd and horses had left, a thin, hunched figure on the dirty ground slowly loosened his hands that were tightly holding his head and slowly raised his head.

Unexpectedly, there was only peace and calmness on that sallow and tender face.

"It seems that in this life, I am a horse herder."

"Om-"

The communication tool shaped like a rose-colored crystal automatically floated and trembled slightly, emitting circles of halos and slight magical fluctuations in the quiet room.

At the door to the balcony in the room, a figure half-lying on a high-back chair, as if taking a nap, slowly woke up from a deep sleep.

"call--"

Ronan exhaled lightly, and the vicissitudes and fatigue in his eyes disappeared in an instant. In less than half a breath, his eyes returned to their original clarity and transparency.

After level 4, the "reincarnation dream" made it a lot easier to get rid of the reincarnation rationally.

Correspondingly, Ronan examined himself and found that his ability to withstand the soul sequelae seemed to have become stronger.

Of course, it's just that the upper limit has become higher, and the sequelae still exist. It's just that it won't have much impact on Ronan in a short period of time. If it accumulates to a certain level and bursts out all at once, the symptoms may be more severe than the last time.

"This life. Seventy years. Three thousand nine hundred and fifty-two ancient spiritual texts"

Ronan recalled briefly and sorted out what he had gained from this reincarnation.

In this life of "reincarnation", he had a very bad start. It took him a long time to get out of his current situation. He had to focus part of his energy on recuperation to make up for the deficiencies in his body. But even so, he only lived another seventy years.

Ronan had an inexplicable feeling that his practice of "Spiritual Amber" seemed to have reached a "bottleneck".

Ronan determined that the basis for the existence of this "bottleneck" is "lifespan".

After several "reincarnations", he was unable to "live" more than a hundred years in his dreams.

"Because there is no extraordinary power, no matter how hard you try, you can't break the upper limit of the lifespan of ordinary people."

"Speaking of which, the previous dream related to the 'Drowning Church' should be the one that brought me closest to transcendence and the one that was most likely to break through the 'bottleneck'.

If I had not given up everything in order to remember the ancient spiritual text in that life, but had planned to develop in another direction, perhaps I would have found the path of a wizard in my dream by now."

Ronan thought thoughtfully.

Alazan had never told him about these things, he had figured them out based on his own experience.

Now that he closed his eyes, he could still vividly remember the gigantic black snake that had entangled the world in that lifetime, clearly visible in his mind.

Ronan realized that "Spiritual Amber" was a wonderful inheritance that was completely different from any other inheritance he had ever encountered.

At the beginning, what practitioners need to do in dreams is to clarify themselves and clearly recognize the difference between the real world and the dream world, and then they can continue to practice.

After that, you will experience reincarnation and the soul insights brought by different lives.

Then, when you reach a certain "bottleneck", in addition to consciously developing and operating in the "supernormal" direction in your dreams, you also have to rely on a little bit of "luck" - to draw a dream world where "supernormal" things exist!

(End of this chapter)