Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 335: Spiritual Growth and Selection
What kind of secrets are hidden behind the inheritance of "Spiritual Amber"?
Maybe Ronan needs to reveal it bit by bit.

It was not as good as the perfect state of comprehension in reality. After seventy years of "reincarnation dream", Ronan only memorized three thousand nine hundred and fifty-two ancient spiritual texts.

Of course, this "only" only refers to himself.

Nearly four thousand ancient spiritual texts in seventy years, such an achievement is enough to silence some people.

For example, Alazan.

It was a rare occasion that I didn't find him to have a brief chat after the dream ended.

Ronan didn't care.

The gains from this dream, plus the ancient spiritual texts he had memorized before, now bring the total number of ancient spiritual texts he has memorized to five thousand four hundred and ninety-one.

It's an astonishing number.

"call--"

Ronan stood up from the high chair, invisible golden fire burning around his body, and wisps of gray smoke rising from the fire.

The [Golden Soul] that entered the second stage of magic domain resonance was like a flame burning wet firewood, crackling and burning the relatively easy-to-remove impurities in his soul.

Bringing up his own character panel, in the strength column, his progress had reached 4% of that of a fourth-level wizard.

This is just the beginning. Next, the mental power will increase rapidly until it completely "digests" the increase in soul power brought about by this dream.

In the space of consciousness, on the surface of the dark gold sphere coated with a faint silver glow, the traces of the ancient spiritual characters became increasingly dense, just like countless red meridians and blood vessels exposed on the surface of the eyeball, wriggling slightly from time to time.

Ronan opened his "eyeball" slightly.

In an instant, incomparably rich spiritual light shone through the body, wave after wave, distorting the void, and even presenting a visual effect like a trace of tangible mercury.

Alazan was right, the ancient spiritual text was the best nutrient to increase the essence of the soul.

His strength increased accordingly, the spiritual force field around him became more powerful, and the movement of the invisible celestial bodies became more obvious, even "radiating" out in all directions, presenting some distortions and changes in space and light and shadow like the movement of stars.

"The sea of ​​stars is vast, and the universe is in motion"

Ronan felt that the changes in his mental field were related to his practice of the Ancient Star Meditation Method.

His current attainments in the "Ancient Star Meditation Method" are not high enough. If the "Ancient Star Meditation Method" can break through a certain realm one day, perhaps his mental force field will also undergo some unexpected magical changes.

At present, it is just the beginning.

Ronan deduced more than five thousand ancient spiritual texts in his mind using the "Ancient Star Meditation Method". Some new spiritual texts were mobilized and pieced together to form a higher form.

This is a great puzzle game whose goal is the "Ten Ancient Origin Runes". If this game had a progress bar, it should have increased a little bit by now.

"Om - hum -"

The communication crystal in the room vibrated continuously, releasing a faint halo of light.

Ronan waved his hand and the crystal fell into his hand. His mental power seeped into it. There were several messages in it, one from Heliodo and the other from Zorn, the fourth-level wizard under Misha.

They were probably asking him or reminding him not to forget about the selection of the Son of the Deep Sea.

“Is it about to start already?”

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he restrained the fluctuations of his mental power. He simply called Arrietty to give her a few instructions, and then left his residence.

Along the way, Ronan "rarely" encountered wizards from the deep sea. This could be said to be the most lively experience since he joined the deep sea.

When he arrived at the Heliodo Laboratory, which he visited most often in the past, Heliodo saw him and said, "I thought you finally gave up participating. Actually, giving up is good."

When Heliodo said the last sentence, his eyes flickered, as if he remembered something, and his expression was slightly unnatural.

Ronan didn't ask, but just followed Heliodo who was holding the silver coins silently. The two of them and the cat walked slowly out.

"The selection of Sons of the Deep Sea will be conducted in two competition systems..."

Heliodo talked to Ronan as he walked. Occasionally, when he met a familiar wizard, he would nod slightly and say hello.

“The first stage is the same as your initiation selection, entering the Tower of Knowledge.

Within a month, the ranking will be determined by the number of ancient spiritual texts recorded by each participating wizard."

Ronan's eyes moved slightly, and he couldn't help but ask: "Will the ancient spiritual texts of the Spiritual Text Collection Hall be fully opened in this round of selection?"

It was only after he joined Linghu that he found out that the ancient spiritual characters owned by Linghu were not open to member wizards for free. Most of the runes stored in the spiritual character collection hall were ordinary runes. The ancient spiritual characters deep inside also required magic crystals or contribution points to exchange, and each one was very expensive.

"Correct."

Heliodo nodded.

"How many ancient spiritual texts are there in the Tower of Knowledge?"

Ronan asked casually.

“About 2,000 or so.”

Heliodo replied casually: "Even if a Level 4 person spends his entire life, he won't be able to memorize all these spiritual texts."

Ronan nodded in agreement. Ordinary people don't have character panels, so as long as they remember something, they won't forget it. The mutually exclusive nature of the ancient spiritual texts will make ordinary wizards waste more time on "consolidation and review" as they remember it.

It is normal that after a period of time, you remember more spiritual texts than you forget.

"What are the best results in this round of selection in the past?"

Ronan inquired.

"thirty-one."

Ronan looked slightly solemn when he heard the answer.

This number is exactly twice as fast as his normal speed.

Heliodo glanced at him, narrowed his eyes and asked, "How many ancient spiritual texts did you memorize when you were selected for the entrance examination?"

“I don’t remember clearly”

Ronan shook his head and answered vaguely, "About...several hundred?"

"So many? No wonder it received an unprecedented ten-star rating..."

Heliodo frowned upon hearing this, and said in a slightly tense tone: "The ancient spiritual texts repel each other. The more spiritual texts you remember, the more difficult it will be to remember new ones in the future. If you calculate it this way, you are actually at a disadvantage in this level."

Heliodo frowned, and after a long while he relaxed his brows. He patted Ronan on the shoulder and comforted him, "Forget it, just do your best. It doesn't matter what the result is."

Ronan nodded.

The two chatted as they walked, and soon walked out of the crystal passage and came to the space around the lake.

There were already many people standing around the lake at this moment, most of them wearing deep-sea robes, their strength ranging from level three to level four and then to level five.

Among them, the most eye-catching was a young man wearing a blue and gold robe and with short blue and gold gradient hair. His dazzling demeanor.

"Misha!"

When Ronan heard people around him talking about his name, his expression was slightly strange, and then he realized that the young man was the "legendary" Misha.

Speaking of which, it has been quite a while since he "joined" Mixia's team, but this is the first time he has seen Mixia in person.

Ronan couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Mixia was surrounded by a group of young and beautiful level 4 wizards, and she was the center of attention. She was also one of the few level 5 wizards on the field. It was no exaggeration to say that she was a child of destiny and the focus of the whole audience.

Mixia always had a smile on her face as she sat on a huge crystal throne that was suspended in the air. She looked around with a radiant and indescribable spirit. Of course, she did not notice Ronan, the unknown little character.

Ronan quietly admired Mixia's "dazzling presence" for a while, and suddenly felt that someone was watching him.

Following his gaze, he found Hathaway, wearing a red peaked hat, standing next to Mrs. Merle, looking at him with an undisguised sneer.

Seeing him looking back at her, she quickly retracted her gaze and began to talk to Mrs. Mel in a gentle and obedient manner, pretending that nothing had happened. Mrs. Mel, on the other hand, looked very kind.

Ronan frowned slightly, and a hint of coldness unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, Mrs. Merle suddenly turned to look at him and smiled at him gently.

Ronan was slightly startled, and the coldness in his eyes immediately disappeared. He nodded politely to Mrs. Meier in response.

"Let him go, little Elsa."

Mrs. Meier retracted her gaze and gently called Hathaway, who was holding her arm, by her nickname, "Don't bully him.

He did nothing wrong, everyone has their own choices, and I don’t need such a birthday surprise..”

"No, grandma."

Hathaway shook her head, "This is no longer your business, it's a conflict between him and me.

No one has ever dared to reject me again and again like him!"

Hathaway spoke in a coquettish tone, but her eyes were frighteningly cold, chilling and full of resentment.

"Standing behind him is Heliodo. I haven't seen Heliodo value someone so much in a long time..."

“You are standing behind me too.”

Hathaway gently shook Mrs. Meier's arm, acting like a little girl who had not grown up, "What is Heliodo compared to you?
Besides, he is just the old beaver's new disciple, but I am your only blood relative. You won't let me be bullied, right?"

Mrs. Meier's face was full of doting. She was shaken to the point of no return, so she could only helplessly touch Hathaway's face gently and said, "You are exactly like me when I was young.

So, promise me you won't go too far, okay?
After all, Heliodo and I have been friends for hundreds of years."

"Don't worry, grandma."

Hathaway licked her bright red lips and smiled softly, "I'll just give him a little... small lesson, that's all."

As she spoke, she seemed to have thought of something, and her beautiful eyes flashed with excitement and cruelty.

(End of this chapter)