Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 385: About "True Meaning", [Secret Pupa (1%)]

"It seems we have all been wrong."

Above the Spirit Lake, at a location that could not be sensed by anyone, three gray-robed men were looking down at everything below.

"The water in the wisdom pool has become much clearer."

The grey-robed leader sighed softly. Although it was good news, there didn't seem to be much joy in his tone.

He turned around, his eyes fell on one of the gray-robed men wearing the Deep Sea emblem, and whispered, "You don't seem to be that surprised?"

The latter was silent for a while, then slowly said: "Many things have signs before they happen, but we just ignored them."

The gray-robed leader showed a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, and finally nodded, "You are right, we have all been misled by common sense.

But at this time, many rules often no longer apply.”

At this time, the third gray-robed man who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke up: "You should have heard the news from the Life Royal Court, right?"

The two looked up, and the atmosphere between the three seemed to fall into a slightly depressing stagnation with these words.

"What should we do?"

The third gray-robed man asked again.

After a long silence, the gray-robed man in the lead finally spoke.

"Wait a little longer... wait until we see the situation more clearly before making a decision."

“What if I can’t see clearly?”

"Then follow the footsteps of those who can see clearly."

After saying that, the grey-robed leader raised his hand, and the grey wooden staff in his hand fell down. Balls of thick fog emerged, quickly covering the figures of the three people.

Ronan sat alone in a quiet, old room.

The room was relatively clean, and the interior decoration had a classical aesthetic. He saw decorative patterns unique to the Keldiim Empire on the peeling paint walls, and he immediately understood where he was.

——Probably a relatively well-preserved corner in the ruins of the fallen Keldiim Empire.

The chipmunk, whom he identified as the new prophet, disappeared without a trace after leading him into the golden gate of light.

There was a small door right opposite Ronan, which might allow him to open it and walk out of the room, but he didn't plan to do so now.

He needs to sort himself out first.

The new prophet's disappearance without reason was probably intended to leave him some private space of his own.

Ronan examined himself and couldn't help but frowning slightly.

Logically, everything should have been over, but the sealing power composed of the golden gears and the Stone of Destiny on his body still existed, tightly blocking Ronan's body and making it impossible for him to activate the power of [Austerity Body Tempering].

This feeling is not very good.

It's like a person who is used to walking on two legs, and suddenly loses one of his strong thighs. Although he can still run and walk, he always feels uncomfortable, unadapted, and uncoordinated.

"I have to let that guy remove the seal on me."

Ronan thought about it, and then checked his character panel.

Fighting has always been the best nutrient to promote his growth. In the final stage of being "fool of fate", he fought repeatedly and tried his best. The proficiency of some commonly used spells and skills on the panel has all been improved.

The improvement of the [Golden Fire] system should be the greatest. The proficiency of the five spells is already above one thousand points at the master level, and the highest is about to break through one thousand five hundred points.

Some deeper insights into magic emerged from time to time, but Ronan didn't have time to sort them out now.

The master-level proficiency of [Instinct's Grasp] and [Forbidden Black Hole] both jumped up by several points, and Ronan's focus was more on [Secret Chrysalis].

[Transformation of Magic - Butterfly of the Void] can only be activated when [Secret Chrysalis] is turned on. This secret technique is a derivative skill of [Secret Chrysalis] and has no proficiency level for the time being. However, after [Secret Chrysalis], a progress bar with only (1%) will appear.

Ronan's eyes lit up slightly.

It looks like [Secret Pupa] may have a second stage of evolution? !
incredible.

The power it has shown so far is obviously powerful enough, but I didn't expect that this is not the end. I can only say that this is worthy of being the inheritance left by the legendary wizard Heramus!

Ronan carefully looked at the [Secret Pupa] light cocoon in his mind.

On the pure black cocoon surface, there are many densely interwoven purple lines, which look somewhat similar to the [Magic Control] rune.

Once activated, the entire light cocoon will open up, like an additional meridian, spreading throughout the body like a spider web.

This form of blessing was the first time Ronan had seen it. It was incredible, just like the process of enchanting a magical tool embryo with runes.

What is even more incredible is that this kind of "enchantment" can be "retracted and released freely". When it is unfolded, it is a body of law woven with rules; when it is folded, it is just an ordinary-looking cocoon of light.

Ronan gently stroked the space magic ring between his fingers, his eyes flickering. He was very curious about what kind of "magic transformation" Juventus, who also practiced this secret method, had obtained.

"Will the True Meaning Level he obtains also be a True Meaning Level attack method?"

Ronan's greatest gain from this "Stone of Destiny" trial was probably the comprehension of two "true meaning level" spells.

One is the [Death Sea of ​​Demon's Cry] in the state of "Ancient Demon's Body".

The other one is the [Void Butterfly] under the transformation of Dharma.

Both methods truly touch upon the application of the "power of rules", but unfortunately, the former is currently in a sealed state.

As Ronan's opponents gradually reached the top elite level of fifth-level wizards, ordinary forbidden domain-level spells could no longer be used as trump cards.

Just like what Alazan said at the beginning, the practice of a Dawn-level wizard is "authority".

The battle between Dawn-level wizards is actually a competition between "authority" and "authority".

Ronan’s own strength is already five levels lower, so if he wants to win the battle, he can only rely on the crushing “authority” level.

The "power of rules" is the most intuitive way to measure the level of "authority".

"To comprehend the true meaning of magic and master the power of rules is a realm that is completely superior to ordinary forbidden spells.

It should also be in the Grandmaster level, but I don’t know at what point it is stuck.”

Ronan thought about it, carefully counting his cards.

In addition to the two spells mentioned above, the [Crimson Ice] left by the ancient frost hydra Hekate should also be considered as one of the "true meaning level" spells, and then there is the [Erosion] with the double [Control Spell] blessing.

It is hard to imagine that a top genius in a super-large wizard force like Sarlanch, whose strength has reached the late fifth level and is about to reach the sixth level, and who also possesses an ancient heritage, is still wandering outside the door of rules and unable to enter.

Ronan already has four types of "true meaning level" magical spells at his disposal.

If this were to be told to others, it would probably shock a lot of fifth-level or even sixth-level wizards.

"It's a pity that the [Crimson Ice] cannot be touched, the Dead Sea is sealed, and the [Magic Protection] armband cannot be easily shown to outsiders.
The only thing I can really rely on is the 'Empty Hole Dharmakaya' that I just realized."

But it's better than having none at all.

Ronan let out a light breath, slowly stood up from the floor of the room, and walked towards the small door in front of him.

It's time to have a good talk with that charlatan prophet who inexplicably said that he had chosen me a long time ago.

The small door was not locked. Ronan pushed it gently and it opened easily with a creak.

Opening the door, Ronan immediately saw the "New Prophet" standing on a small round oak table.

At this moment, she turned into a black and white raccoon, wearing a pair of beautiful crystal glasses on her nose, and was looking at herself with a smile.

"You came."

The cute raccoon wearing crystal glasses invited Ronan to sit down like a master. With a wave of his furry little hand, exquisite porcelain tea set flew from the side and landed lightly on the oak table.

"I thought you'd be away for a while."

Ronan glanced around and didn't sit down. He just stared at the raccoon in front of him and said calmly, "So, can I formally ask you a question now?"

(End of this chapter)