Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 464 Spiritual Eye
“I’m not entirely sure either…” he answered honestly.
"Perhaps it was under extreme pressure that some kind of potential was unleashed."

Salamanda circled him, scrutinizing the young man carefully:
"Your perception has indeed made a qualitative leap, but this improvement... is somewhat unusual."

As a seasoned Dark Sun-level wizard, Salamander has remarkably sharp intuition.

Although he couldn't see the specific effects of "spirit vision," he could sense the subtle changes happening to Ron.

"In any case, this progress is a good thing."

He finally nodded:
"With the strength you've shown so far, you should perform well in the Elemental Night competition."

Edwin, Lacour, and Patri also gathered around, their eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.

"Ralph, your ability to predict just now was simply incredible."

Patricia spoke first: "It's as if they can read our minds."

"Yes, my sand changes without any warning, yet you always manage to react in advance."

Laku nodded in agreement: "This level of perception is beyond the normal range."

Edwin, being straightforward, readily admitted:

"If you can perform at this level during Elemental Night, getting access to the medium intersection shouldn't be a problem."

Ron politely thanked the three of them, while savoring the wonderful experience he had just had.

"Spirit Vision" is not just a combat technique, but more like a key to a completely new world.

Within that dimension comprised of soul and consciousness, countless secrets and truths lie hidden.

If one can master this ability, it will undoubtedly play a significant role in future adventures.

However, at the same time, he also vaguely sensed the danger of this ability.

During the visual experience just now, there were occasional glimpses of dark and twisted souls.

They exude intense malice and resentment, making one feel uneasy like demons from hell.

If this ability is used without restraint, it could very likely lead to unnecessary trouble.

"It seems we need to study this new ability more carefully..."

Ron secretly decided that he would conduct more in-depth testing and analysis after returning to his residence.

………………

As dusk fell, Ron returned to his residence.

Sarah had prepared a sumptuous dinner, along with a pot of tea that smelled of mint.

"Sir, your training today seems to have gone very smoothly."

She noticed the relaxed expression on Ron's face:
"Dean Salamanda specifically praised your progress when she passed by earlier."

"We have indeed gained some insights."

Ron sat down at the table, enjoying the carefully prepared dishes while pondering how to test his new ability.

"Sarah, can you do me a favor?"

"Of course, sir, please speak."

"I need an absolutely quiet environment, for about half an hour. During this time, no one should enter my room, no matter what happens."

Sarah nodded in agreement, though she was a little curious, she didn't ask any further questions.

In her view, it was perfectly normal for powerful wizards to engage in certain special practices.

After dinner, Ron went to his study and carefully set up soundproofing and protective magic arrays.

He took a deep breath and began to try to reactivate his "spirit vision".

This time, without the tension and excitement of battle, the activation process became even more difficult.

He needs to actively activate his four sensory abilities to create resonance deep within his consciousness.

"Exceptional Recognition" begins analyzing the details within the room;
The "knowledge of the hermit" constructs a logical analysis framework;

The "eye of observation" perceives the flow of time;
"Spiritual perception" then strives to explore deeper layers of information...

A few minutes later, the familiar feeling of resonance returned.

The world has undergone a wondrous change in Ron's eyes.

The furniture in the study remained ordinary, lifeless objects, devoid of any aura of life or surrounding spirit.

Although the books on the bookshelf are inanimate objects, the knowledge and ideas they contain give them a special "sense of existence".

Especially those books that are frequently read will have a faint halo of light on their surface.

What truly interested Ron was observing the phenomenon of souls around living people.

He called out softly:

"Sarah, I'm all better now. Come in, I need your help with something."

"Okay, my lord."

As Sarah pushed open the door and entered, "spirit vision" immediately captured the wondrous sights surrounding her.

Two warm and bright golden lights surrounded her, radiating a loving aura like guardian angels.

Judging from the characteristics of these two souls and the way they connect with Sarah, there is no doubt that they are her deceased parents.

Although their physical bodies have perished, their consciousness continues to accompany their daughter in this form.

The two "blood ties" were a pure gold color, wrapping around Sarah as softly as silk.

Ron could feel a deep sense of love, pride, and comfort from it.

They were proud that their daughter could remain kind in adversity and relieved that she had found a master who truly cared for her.

Besides the souls of the parents, there are several thinner rays of light connecting to other benevolent beings.

A pale green line stretched into the distance; that must have been a patient Sarah had once cared for.

Several silvery-white rays of light flickered faintly; those were probably the other slaves she had helped during difficult times.

But what is most touching is the group of young souls surrounding Sarah.

They all have a semi-transparent appearance and look to be about the same age as Sarah.

Judging from the care and blessings in their eyes, these must be her kind, who share a similar fate.

Young snake people who failed to awaken their bloodline were sent to do dangerous jobs.

Although he did not survive, he still protects the surviving Sarah in the form of his spirit.

One of the souls held a bouquet of translucent flowers in its hand.

Observing these benevolent souls surrounding Sarah, Ron came to a clear conclusion in his mind:
Her character is genuine, and her kindness comes from the heart.

This kind of "moral assessment" from the spiritual realm is more reliable than any words or actions.

Because the soul does not lie, good and evil are obvious at this level.

The wicked are surrounded by hatred and curses, while the virtuous are surrounded by love and blessings.

Sarah clearly belongs to the latter category.

"Sir, is there anything you need me to do?"

Sarah asked gently, completely unaware that she was being observed by a supernatural vision.

"Nothing special, just wanted to confirm some... details."

Ron deactivated his "spirit vision" and looked at her earnestly:
"Sarah, do you know? You are a very special person."

"Me? Special?"

Sarah was a little confused and pointed to herself:

"I'm just an ordinary... maid."

"No, you have qualities that many people don't have."

Ron, however, simply stated his observations with utmost seriousness:

"Kindness, resilience, non-complaining, a willingness to learn, and a willingness to help others are all very valuable qualities."

The snake woman, slightly embarrassed by the praise, lowered her head, the bell at her waist jingling softly…

………………

In the northwest corner of the Shifting Sands, hidden within a seemingly ordinary ring of sand dunes lies the true core of the Tree of Life School—the Azure Garden.

There are no buildings in the traditional sense here; instead, there is an organic palace made entirely of living tissue.

The moment you step into the garden, you can feel the subtle pulse of the ground beneath your feet. These lichens are a deep green, covered with a soft, velvety texture.

Whenever someone steps on it, it secretes a faint lubricating liquid, making walking exceptionally smooth.

The walls, too, are full of the rhythm of life.

Countless vines of varying thicknesses intertwine like blood vessels, forming a complex and sturdy structure.

The air was filled with a complex and contradictory scent.

The most obvious feature is the sweet fragrance emitted by various exotic flowers.

It's like a mixture of jasmine, rose, and lily, but with a faint hint of blood.

Deep within this vibrant, organic palace, Sheena stood respectfully before a breathtaking throne.

It was a living chair woven from hundreds of slender arms.

These arms maintain a perfect human form, with skin as white as jade and nails trimmed meticulously.

They intertwine in an extremely regular manner.

Some are responsible for bearing weight, some for decoration, and others sway gently in the air, as graceful as water plants.

Most chillingly, these arms were moving slowly and rhythmically.

They would gently stroke the person on the throne, straighten her clothes, comb her hair, and even offer her a teacup or a book when she needed it.

Every movement was filled with servile flattery.

It was as if the owners of these arms had willingly offered their limbs so that they could serve the master on the throne forever.

Reclining on the throne was Serafina, one of the three great wizards of the Tree of Life school, known as the "Bright-Eyed Daughter."

Her appearance can be described as a masterpiece of the Creator.

Her features were so exquisite that they resembled the finest works of art, and her skin was so fair and translucent that one could almost see the blood flowing beneath it.

Her fluorescent green hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, shimmering under the bioluminescence.

But what's most striking is her pair of clear, glass-like eyes.

Those eyes were without a trace of impurity, like the purest crystal, clearly reflecting every change in the observer's expression.

But it is precisely this excessive purity that instills a deep sense of fear.

Because a true human eye should have emotional fluctuations, ripples of thought, and traces left by life experiences.

Serafina's eyes, however, were as pure as the surface of a deep pool, without a single ripple.

"Xina, you seem to be in a good mood."

Serafina's voice was as clear as a silver bell, but it contained no warmth whatsoever.

"I suppose the plan is progressing smoothly this time?"

The arms that were weaving the throne sensed the change in their master's tone and immediately adjusted the rhythm of their caresses.

Some fingers began to gently massage her temples, while others drew invisible patterns on her arms; every movement exuded a fawning, ingratiating air.

Sheena bowed deeply, a confident smile on her face:

"Lady Serafina, I dare say this strategy was perfect."

Her tone was clearly smug:
"No matter how smart Ron Ralph is, he's still just a young man who has just broken through to the Moon Rank."

Faced with the allure of knowledge, his reason proved utterly ineffective.

Sheena began to describe her plan in detail, like an artist showing off a masterpiece:

"No true wizard can resist the allure of necromancy."

Especially those self-proclaimed young geniuses, their curiosity often outweighs their reason.

"I deliberately chose the dual-phase knowledge sealing method so that he could easily perceive the existence of the hidden content, but could not directly obtain the complete information."

This 'partially concealed' approach is more effective at stimulating curiosity than complete exposure.

A sly glint flashed in her eyes:

"Ron Ralph has had that 'Illustrated Guide to Ancient Plant Pathology' for over a week now."

Given the wizard's thirst for knowledge, he should have already broken the seal and read its hidden contents.

"Once he sees those incomplete necronomical theories, his thirst for knowledge will compel him to find ways to complete them."

In the entire main world, only our Tree of Life school possesses the complete lineage.

Hina's voice became even more excited:
"At that time, he will contact me and ask for more information."

From that moment on, he went from being an 'innocent victim' to an 'accomplice with knowledge of the crime.'

“The study of necromancy is a serious crime in the main world, and failing to report it is also illegal.”

To protect himself, he had no choice but to cooperate with us and become our research subject.

At this point, Sheena raised her head again, somewhat smugly:
"This is a perfect, open strategy—even if he guessed our intentions, he couldn't resist the value of knowledge itself."

A wizard's thirst for knowledge is an instinct ingrained in their very bones.

Serafina listened quietly to Sheena's story, her glassy eyes remaining completely calm.

The arms on the throne seemed to sense the change in their master's emotions, and their movements became even gentler.

Several hands even began massaging her shoulders, trying to relieve any tension she might be experiencing.

“That sounds perfect, Sheena.”

Serafina's tone remained gentle, but it carried a certain deeper meaning:

"Since you're so confident, let's see how you do it."

She raised her right hand slightly, and the arms on the throne immediately understood.

A few of the more nimble hands quickly pulled out an exquisite divination mirror from their sleeves.

“Show me the current state of that book.”

Hina confidently took the divination mirror and began to mobilize her mental energy to establish a connection with the book "Illustrated Guide to Ancient Plant Pathology".

This connection is a "backdoor" she deliberately left when creating the duality seal, allowing her to perceive the state of the books from a distance.

This includes whether the page was opened, what content was read, and even the reader's emotional fluctuations.

But the moment her mental energy touched the connection point, the smug expression on Sheena's face suddenly froze.

The connection failed to be established; instead, a destructive feedback force was received.

This force surged like a tsunami, shattering her carefully constructed mental defenses.

Moreover, all the spiritual imprints she left in the book were completely erased by some terrifying entity, leaving not a trace.

In the final moment of the feedback, Sheena felt only an ancient and profound gaze upon her.

That gaze transcended the limitations of time, like a stare from the deepest depths of the universe, making her soul tremble.

"No, it's impossible."

Sheena's voice began to tremble, and the divination mirror slipped from her hand, making a dull thud as it struck the fleshy lichen.

"That book was completely devoured by something! Even the mental imprint I left inside was gone."

Her face turned ashen, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead.
"This is something a Moon-level wizard could never possess! Even a Dark Sun-level wizard couldn't achieve such complete erasure."

"and"

Hina's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible:

"I sensed the gaze of an ancient being, a level that is at least beyond the reach of ordinary great wizards."

The fragrance of flowers in the air seemed to grow stronger, but so did the smell of blood.

The surrounding vines began to sway slightly, and the bioluminescent mushrooms began to breathe more rapidly.

The entire Azure Garden sensed the change in the owner's emotions.

Serafina maintained her elegant posture, but a cold glint began to flash in her glassy eyes:

“It seems you underestimated this young lecturer, Sheena.”

Her voice remained as gentle as a spring breeze, but to Sheena it was as sharp as a knife:

“A Moon-level expert who can completely erase your mental imprint is clearly not the kind of ordinary genius we previously anticipated.”

(End of this chapter)