The understanding of the "Schbiert's Colorful River" comes from the Myriad Treasure Orb.
Ronan had strolled countless times along the banks of the Colorful River, experiencing the rare and magnificent scenery within a dreamlike space constructed by a certain "Schbiert."
During the three years of hard training with the Silver Magic Ring, he followed the Colorful River to its end, where he saw the seven-colored energy river spilling into a point, forming a black whirlpool that resembled the eye of a demon, leading to an abyss of darkness.
The Energy Missile had long been practiced by Ronan to the second stage of law domain resonance. His current mastery level was over twelve hundred points, still a considerable distance from the third stage of law domain resonance.
However, the effect of Multiple Mirror Image instantly bridged that gap, even surpassing it.
It was as if he had cast the Schbiert's Colorful River when he was still a first-level Wizard, without having comprehended the first stage of law domain resonance.
The Multiple Mirror Image seal was specifically designed for the Energy Missile, and it also had remarkable effects when applied to the Frozen Soil system, which was merely a coincidence.
Within the snow country of space stagnation, the massive black whirlpool formed by the torrent of colorful energy emitted a terrifying aura that made one's soul tremble, pulling and shredding everything in its path.
Evaque, whose form was frozen within the "Winter Mirror," had no time to react as the half-illusory body of the Ghost Wolf was pulled into the whirlpool.
The deep blue spirit wolf shadows he summoned were directly torn apart by the terrifying power released from the whirlpool. Just as it seemed Evaque would be completely devoured by the black whirlpool, Ronan's gaze flickered slightly.
"Snap—"
He snapped his fingers.
The terrifying whirlpool, resembling the eye of a demon, suddenly froze, and the power that devoured and tore everything quickly dissipated.
A black Ghost Wolf struggled out of the whirlpool, appearing somewhat disheveled, and with a shake, it returned to its human form in the void.
"Ha—ha—"
Evaque's chest heaved, his eyes still reflecting the lingering fear of having narrowly escaped death. However, compared to this, what truly shocked and moved Evaque was the terrifying might of the Spell "Schbiert's Endless Whirlpool."
Soon, all these emotions transformed into deep complexity. Evaque stood in mid-air, his gaze directed at the white-haired Ronan dancing lightly not far away. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly.
"I lost."
The vast ruins of Fairy Ancient City fell into a moment of silence, as countless streams of energy flowed outward, still leaving traces of the whirlpool.
This rare and magnificent scene was now unappreciated, as the majority of Wizards were still reeling from the immense shock brought by that terrifying energy whirlpool, unable to regain their composure for a long time.
"Evaque actually lost."
"What Spell was that? A legendary forbidden spell?"
Someone spoke with a trembling voice, their face filled with shock as they looked at others nearby.
When that terrifying whirlpool appeared, merely being a spectator made him feel as if his soul was about to be sucked in.
There were many Wizards who shared similar feelings, and for the ordinary Wizards at levels one and two, no one could answer the question he raised.
After a brief silence, someone whispered, "If even Evaque lost, damn it, Ronan Damien might really have a chance to complete the blood battle..."
In the hidden void, Andariel, who was eagerly anticipating Ronan's soul's destruction under Evaque's Spell, looked like someone whose neck had been grasped, mouth slightly agape, unable to utter a word in shock.
Not far from him, Jupiter, equally astonished, stood up, but this time, he felt as if he was about to step out of the shadow of defeat.
Not just them, the other talented Wizards who had been watching the battle were equally moved, especially Drummond, the Crimson Flame Oath Wizard, who had been eliminated by Ronan first. His face showed not only shock but also a deep sense of luck that others could hardly perceive.
Fortunately, he had exited the battle early enough; Ronan's Shattered Winter Mirror had already made it quite difficult for him to defend. The terror of facing countless spatial turbulence still haunted him. If he had stayed on the stage any longer, he might have been completely swallowed by the energy whirlpool.
He did not possess the Ancient Spirit Witch means like Evaque, which could "immunize" against most Spell attacks.
Unlike ordinary Wizards, those seated on the stone pillars or near the edge of the platform were the absolute elite of their respective Wizard factions, their vision and experience far surpassing that of average Wizards.
A rumor, not yet fully verified, began to circulate among the circle of Wizards above level three regarding the Spell Ronan had just used to defeat Evaque.
A term that was repeatedly mentioned was—"Forbidden Magic Domain"! "It's not Forbidden Magic Domain."
On the stone pillar, the high-ranking Serena caught a glimpse of a certain word that drifted into her ears, her eyes flickering slightly.
As the princess of the Wizard Empire in the central continent, she understood the characteristics of the Forbidden Magic Domain beyond the extraordinary better than most. She had even witnessed the "forbidden" descend.
That was a power that could never appear in the mist stage, just like a mortal with a flesh-and-blood body, no matter how gifted, could never reach out to grasp the lightning that fell from the sky.
"But it indeed surprised me... Is this the pride that made you refuse me back then?"
Serena calmly looked at the figure on the platform, several thoughts flowing through her mind like water.
"Already close to the edge of the forbidden."
In the void, the Dawn Wizard from the Life Court showed a slight emotional response, even his words carrying a hint of admiration. "Although it was achieved through some special means, at this age of the soul, at this level of strength, especially in the south... it's quite remarkable."
It was said that ancient Wizards were like dragons, and every Spell they cast carried a similar "law domain" effect, but this was more of a "benefit" brought by a favorable casting environment.
Those truly talented Wizards who understood the essence of Spells could, on this basis, draw upon deeper elemental resonances from the natural world, wielding powers comparable to deities.
This realm was called—"forbidden," a Spell realm that ordinary Wizards could not touch or reach.
To comprehend the "Forbidden Magic Domain," having a sufficiently powerful soul force was merely a prerequisite; the main factor was personal talent, a talent possessed by only a few. Thus, even at the Dawn level, many Wizards could only stand outside the threshold of "forbidden," watching from afar, including himself.
This young third-level Wizard from the south, although he had not truly stepped into the "forbidden" door, was already ahead of many by approaching the realm of "forbidden" at this stage. If he had the opportunity to embrace the dawn in the future, his hope of fully stepping in would be greater than that of ordinary Wizards, which was hard not to admire.
After the Life Court's Dawn Wizard finished his reflection, he glanced at Vivian beside him, only to find her had returned to her original "aged" kind demeanor.
Indeed, given her identity and strength, over the long years, she had probably seen too many more outstanding talents. Merely being close to the edge of the forbidden was not enough to draw her attention.
"I hope that after this gathering, she won't do anything too excessive to Serena, considering the Alba royal family's face."
The Life Court's Dawn Wizard sighed inwardly and fell silent.
"It seems my judgment was not wrong."
In the crowd, Lin Di Si looked into the distance, a smile returning to his face. "He is even more outstanding than you were in your youth. Doru is truly a brilliant and exceptional figure."
The man in the black robe remained silent, and Lin Di Si did not mind, merely tilting his head slightly, whispering, "It seems the heavens still favor me... They do not want my interesting game to end too soon. So, who should I arrange for the next round?"
Lin Di Si gently stroked his smooth, sharp chin, his gaze flickering, the corners of his mouth slowly curving upward.
He seemed to be becoming more interested.
"Here you go!"
Evaque pulled out two items from beneath his beast-skin robe and tossed them to Ronan from a distance.
Ronan reached out to catch them, discovering it was a Message Stone and a small black box covered in strange patterns, inside which was something resembling dried insect eggs.
"Take it directly; it can heal your soul's injuries."
Evaque said to Ronan, "As for the Message Stone, once this matter is over, if you are still alive, I will contact you."
Ronan nodded. He had to admit that Evaque was somewhat of a principled person, actively offering a remedy for the soul injuries he had inflicted during battle.
However, he did not consume the soul healing medicine Evaque provided, not because he did not trust him, but because after the first round of blood battle, the mechanism of Herams was still in effect, and the mysterious light cluster "taken" from Evaque and Drummond of the Crimson Flame Oath was rapidly merging into his body.
Under the nourishment of this massive soul force, his soul injuries healed quickly, and his soul power increased significantly, with the fifth Mental Power Crystal visibly growing.
"In a normal ranked battle, I would never have been able to harvest so much soul power.
The blood battle of Herams, even if not for the final inheritance, the soul power harvested along the way is a tremendous opportunity."
Ronan looked at the dazzling circle of light surrounding him, reminiscent of stars and mist, and silently thought.
At this moment, the soon-to-retire Evaque suddenly released a wave of consciousness, connecting with his mental power.
"Damien, the spirits have warned me that a great disaster will occur here."
"Take care of yourself."
Ronan received Evaque's unexpected message, still processing it when he saw Evaque give him a deep look before turning away without looking back.
"A great disaster."
Ronan stared at Evaque's disappearing figure, momentarily stunned, but quickly regained his composure.
Regardless of whether Evaque's message was true or false, or what the disaster he mentioned was, so far, all he needed to face was the blood battle.
If he did not strive for victory in the blood battle, he might not even survive to see that so-called "disaster."
"Ha—"
Ronan exhaled lightly, temporarily setting aside thoughts of Evaque, and turned around, only to find that two blue light pillars had risen in his field of vision.
Without giving him any chance to catch his breath, the second round of the blood battle began.
And when Ronan saw the opponent he was about to face this time, his expression suddenly became somewhat strange.
A giant made entirely of black rock suddenly leaped out from the glowing blue pillar, crashing heavily onto the platform.
In an instant, a large number of stray energy particles surged in, condensing into dense bright yellow light spots in the air.
The head of the black rock giant split open, and it inhaled a massive amount of bright yellow light spots in one gulp, causing its size to grow immediately.
"Crack crack—"
In the blink of an eye, it had grown to a height of a hundred meters.
At this moment, Ronan stood before the black rock giant, looking up at it, feeling as small as an insignificant ant compared to it.
"Roar—"
The hundred-meter-tall black rock giant slowly lowered its head and let out a roar that sounded like the rumbling of hills.
The terrifying sound waves created ripples in the air, blowing Ronan's hair back.
Ronan's expression remained calm, while a boy in a brown Wizard Robe sitting on the black rock giant's left shoulder looked down at him, letting out a sharp, joyful laugh that sounded like smooth stones being rubbed together.
"Finally, it's our turn, Venus!"
"I'm so happy for you."
"You'll have a new toy soon!"
In contrast to the impressive appearance and strength of the Giant Stone Peak inheritor Wei Nu Er Si, the person stepping onto the stage from the other side seemed much more ordinary and low-key.
He was a young man dressed in a black Wizard Robe without any patterns or symbols.
His appearance was plain, and his strength was only at the mid-level of three.
Aside from a pair of rare, pure wine-red eyes that evoked thoughts of aged wine and the finest agate diamonds, he appeared utterly "mediocre" in every aspect.
So ordinary that when he appeared on the central platform, a considerable number of people only then realized—there was actually such a person among the top eight.
No one even knew his name or which Wizard faction he came from.
Reflecting on this young man's previous battles, it seemed luck played a significant role.
He was like an ordinary person who accidentally "mixed" into the top tier, appearing in a position where he should not be, under the spotlight, utterly ordinary to the point of being "blinding."
However, the vast majority of Ronan's attention was focused entirely on this young man.
"Anglie."
"It seems that in this round of blood battle, Ronan Damien should be able to win easily against Wei Nu Er Si's strength, which may not be on par with Evaque. If even Evaque lost to Ronan, he is unlikely to be Ronan's opponent."
"Indeed, the combination of Evaque and Drummond has a much stronger overall strength than these two in this round.
That nameless guy looks like a mere filler."
"The key still lies ahead, Serena, Adam, and Livicky, the three strongest in the first tier.
After this round of blood battle, Ronan will face a particularly tough challenge."
The discussions from outside, filtered through the Rune Array's barrier, reached the platform. After experiencing the first round of blood battle, the observing Wizards had a deeper understanding of Ronan's strength.
As a result, when the second round of blood battle began, public opinion "firmly" believed he could win easily, as his second-round opponent seemed somewhat lacking compared to the two from the first round.
These voices of discussion were heard by the boy on the black rock giant's shoulder, who wore a naive smile, yet his eyes, resembling clay marbles, constantly emitted a fierce light of anger.
"Venus, it seems they do not recognize our strength. Next, you..."
Wei Nu Er Si's chattering strange words were completely blocked out by Ronan. His gaze remained fixed on Anglie not far away.
Suddenly, Ronan saw Anglie smiling and making a gesture of stretching his arms wide.
This gesture felt so familiar, as if he had seen Anglie do the same thing before.
He remembered.
That was on the arena of Goblin Plain. Soon, Ronan sensed an unusual aura emanating from Anglie, and the latter's form rapidly expanded into a shadow.
'Just like last time!'
Ronan's eyes flashed urgently, and he quickly entered a battle state, heightening his perception of danger to the extreme.
He had not forgotten.
Last time, when Anglie used this technique, the result was that Jupiter, the first among the six young elites, was gravely injured and on the brink of death! He did not want to follow in Jupiter's footsteps.
However, Ronan did not sense any danger; instead, the voice of Wei Nu Er Si that had been ringing in his ears abruptly stopped.
The next second, a sharp roar filled with anger suddenly erupted.
"Boom—"
At a moment no one expected, the massive black rock giant, occupying nearly two-thirds of the central platform, suddenly froze, then collapsed like a decaying mountain.
Amidst the rolling falling stones and towering dust, a grotesque boy with an oversized head and a small body shot up into the sky, frantically trying to escape the platform.
But at a certain moment, a long, pale hand gently grasped him, then he was sent into someone's mouth as if he were some delectable morsel.
Amidst the thunderous sound of collapsing boulders, Anglie, like the most noble and elegant aristocrat, gently wiped his lips with a white handkerchief.
As that handkerchief slipped from his fingers and fell, endless shadows rose behind Anglie, like the deepest and longest night without stars or moon.
Dark feathered wings elegantly unfolded from Anglie's back, and swirling clouds of soul ash coalesced behind him into a massive, crow-shaped evil silhouette.
At this moment.
High above the platform, Anglie shed all his "ordinary mediocrity."
His features, physique, and appearance seemed not to have changed much, but he transformed into a dazzling pearl, shining brilliantly under the gaze of everyone! Anglie looked down, smiling as he gazed at Ronan standing on the platform, softly speaking, "The annoying fly is gone.
Now it's just the two of us, my dear Ronan.
Isn't this what you've always been looking forward to?"
Ronan remained silent, his gaze calm, silently locking eyes with Anglie.
The soul shadows behind them, the Ancient Frost Hydra and the Ancient Fallen Crow, seemed to gaze at each other from afar as well.
At this moment, the heated discu
ssions outside came to a complete halt.
Everyone stared blankly, gazing at the two on the central platform.
Each person's mind lingered on the scene of Wei Nu Er Si's sudden demise, where even his soul was treated as nourishment, unable to shake it off for a long time.