"Boom!"
The calm sea surface erupted with splashes as several Ghost Cry Fish shot out of the water like arrows. Ronan pointed a finger, and an invisible ripple emanated from his fingertip.
Immediately, an icy blue cold current surged rapidly through the air in front of him, freezing the Ghost Cry Fish solid before they could react.
Following this, a cluster of Ithium flew out from under Ronan's Wizard Robe, condensing into a slender, golden scalpel shape in mid-air. It precisely and swiftly dissected the bodies of the Ghost Cry Fish.
As the fish were dissected, within a mass of tangled, dirty innards, Ronan finally found what he was looking for.
"Pop—"
Several fist-sized black objects flew out from the bodies of the Ghost Cry Fish and quickly landed in Ronan's hand.
Ronan carefully examined the objects in his hand, which resembled shells.
They were nearly spindle-shaped, covered in black bone spurs of varying lengths and small, irregular teeth. Pale, slender tendrils wrapped around them, making them look like a deformed and eerie comb.
Ronan casually crushed one of the strange shells, and a sharp, infant-like cry echoed from within. Immediately after, the remaining shells in his hand exploded one after another.
"Boom!!"
Ronan calmly suppressed the aftermath of the explosions, only to find that there was no trace left of the strange shells.
"It seems like some kind of mysterious creature that parasitizes the Ghost Cry Fish..."
"Once startled, it self-destructs and completely disappears, which is why I couldn't find any useful information from the corpses of the Ghost Cry Fish..."
The secret of the Ghost Cry Fish seemed to be unraveled.
The reason the Ghost Cry Fish could concentrate all their life force and convert it into a sonic explosion was due to the parasitic shells within their bodies.
However, Ronan still hadn't obtained what he was looking for. The shells' unique ability seemed to activate only after absorbing enough life force.
The few shells that had just exploded in his hand didn't exhibit any special characteristics, and the power of their explosions was minimal.
"It seems that only by observing the moment when the Ghost Cry Fish 'scream' can I uncover the secrets hidden within these shells."
Ronan casually released the dissected Ghost Cry Fish, their broken remains scattering across the sea surface.
The Ghost Cry Fish appeared to be a social species. After Ronan killed the first one, more kept arriving, saving him the trouble of searching further.
"Roar—Boom!"
"Roar!"
"Boom!"
Moonlight spread across the sea, and on the nearly ink-black surface, a faint golden halo quietly bloomed.
Black fish shadows continuously leaped out of the water, swiftly darting into the halo, then hanging motionless before unleashing visible, distorted sound waves from their mouths.
Ronan fully expanded his psychic field, attracting Ghost Cry Fish from the depths of the ocean to swim toward him.
The sonic attacks unleashed by these Ghost Cry Fish at full strength were, at most, equivalent to a typical Level 3 attack. They couldn't break through his psychic field's defense, allowing him to focus most of his attention on observing the changes within the shells during the moment of the fish's sonic burst.
As Ronan had suspected, the moment the Ghost Howl Fish erupted, the strange spiral patterns on the creature's body lit up with intricate and profound designs, resembling something akin to runes.
However, this transformation was fleeting, lasting less than a thousandth of a second.
Ronan couldn't clearly discern the details of the spiral patterns before everything was over.
"[Clarity Realm—Lake of No Thoughts]!"
Ronan lightly tapped his forehead, entering the state of the [Lake of No Thoughts].
All traces of anxiety and miscellaneous thoughts were instantly frozen, sinking to the bottom of his mental lake.
The howling sounds produced by the Ghost Howl Fish, the slight impact on his mental force field, and the various noises from the sea surface all faded away from Ronan. His mind quickly calmed down, achieving an unprecedented clarity.
[Lake of No Thoughts], [Lake of Extreme Boiling].
These were the two major mental states derived from the [Clarity Realm]. The former was suitable for "quiet contemplation," greatly enhancing focus and comprehension; the latter was ideal for combat, significantly burning fighting spirit and unlocking ultimate potential.
In this situation, activating the [Lake of No Thoughts] was the most appropriate choice.
Within his consciousness space, nine Mental Power Crystals pulsed with a faint golden aura in rhythm with Ronan's breathing.
Above the mental lake, blurry light and shadows flashed repeatedly, leaving behind some inexplicable traces with each pass.
It was as if water was continuously washing over the surface, gradually outlining the mysterious spiral patterns that had appeared on the creature's body in Ronan's mind. "Swoosh—swoosh—"
The seawater rapidly parted as countless bizarrely shaped Ghost Howl Fish emerged from the depths of the abyss, swarming toward a single location.
By now, the area around Ronan, who stood calmly on the sea surface, was densely packed with the corpses of Ghost Howl Fish, and even more were relentlessly swimming toward him.
Like a snowball effect, the number of Ghost Howl Fish around Ronan grew rapidly, with wave after wave of fish surging forward.
From afar, Chuck, standing on the airship's deck and watching intently, felt his scalp tingle. The number of Ghost Howl Fish he had seen in his entire life didn't even amount to a tenth of what was before him now.
Countless Ghost Howl Fish nearly engulfed Ronan's figure. Although Ronan's mental power was immensely strong, allowing him to completely ignore the sonic attacks of a single Ghost Howl Fish, the relentless assault from such a massive number began to destabilize his protective mental force field.
The faint golden aura, like a candle flame attracting countless moths, gradually shrank and dimmed.
Yet, Ronan, at the center of the force field, seemed completely unaware, standing still with his eyes calmly closed.
Under the continuous, tide-like onslaught of sonic attacks, Ronan's [Lake of No Thoughts] state was significantly affected. The frozen mental lake around him was gradually collapsing from all sides, with only a small area at the very center remaining absolutely cold and clear, still repeatedly washing over and outlining the spiral patterns.
As the corpses of the wailing ghost fish piled up like a mountain, the vast sea surface was littered with humanoid limbs and fish carcasses. The numerous leaping wailing ghost fish formed a black wall around Ronan, their terrifying sound waves distorting the moonlight for miles. Ronan's faint golden force field was now reduced to a thin layer, and streaks of crimson blood trickled from the corners of his eyes and beneath his ears. Finally!
"Buzz—"
An unprecedented dazzling golden light pierced through the layers of darkness, shining through the gaps between the densely packed fish. It was as if a radiant golden sun had abruptly risen on the sea surface.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
Within his consciousness space, Ronan's nine Mental Power Crystals suddenly contracted. Their originally pale golden hue deepened to an intense richness, resembling nine top-grade golden diamonds.
Outside the nine Mental Power Crystals, a tenth one was beginning to form. Under the terrifying sonic assault, Ronan's Basic Meditation Technique, which was just one step away from resonating with the third law domain, finally reached a master-level proficiency of 1,500 points.
The third purification of mental power.
Effortlessly, he stepped into the "Forbidden Mist Zone"!
"Splash, splash—"
Countless wailing ghost fish died in the instant of Ronan's mental power eruption, falling like a torrential rain onto the sea surface.
In his mind, the mysterious spiral pattern on the parasitic snail within the wailing ghost fish's body was finally fully outlined.
The complete spiral looked like a twisted, bizarre conch, three-dimensional in shape. From a certain angle, it resembled a naturally formed rune.
Ronan didn't delve deeper into it, as his attention was captivated by the numerous changes within his consciousness space.
Apart from the ongoing third purification of mental power, the naturally forming tenth Mental Power Crystal after stepping into the "Forbidden Mist Zone," and the continuous growth of his strength, the Basic Meditation Technique - Clarity Realm, after reaching 1,500 points of master-level proficiency, had also derived a third innate state.
Named—
[Ethereal Extreme Thought]! Standing amidst the raining fish carcasses, Ronan attempted to activate this talent.
In an instant, he felt his heart lake split into two halves—one frozen, the other boiling like magma.
The intertwining sensations of cold and heat, in a state of absolute calm, yet he could feel every particle of his battle-hungry nature gradually igniting.
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It was as if the [Lake of No Thoughts] and the [Lake of Extreme Boiling] had perfectly merged, yet it was not that simple.
Because soon, these two sensations of cold and heat completely fused together, forming a vortex within Ronan's heart lake. Immediately after, Ronan entered an extremely subtle, indescribable state.
All ten Mental Power Crystals in his consciousness space radiated brilliantly, and his already vast mental power surged to an unimaginable height at an incredible speed.
A pure golden mental power field expanded from his body, turning the air into a viscous gel. Layers of void twisted, and with just a slight thought, the seawater beneath him silently churned, forming a majestic water wall that, under his control, continuously rose higher.
At this moment, Ronan felt as if he had completely become the master of this realm.
He felt as if he could reach out and pluck the moon hanging high in the night sky.
"How many times has my mental power increased?"
Ronan stretched his hand toward the moon's outline, gazing at the glowing edges of his fingers, murmuring to himself.
His original mental strength was already infinitely close to the fourth level of Dawn, and at this moment, he had truly surpassed it. He even felt confident that he could directly cast the [Taboo. Black Hole] without the amplification of the [Law-Controlling] armband.
Chuck, standing on the deck of the Spell Airship in the distance, was completely stunned. Unable to control his body, he began to frantically worship Ronan under the moonlight.
At this moment, in Chuck's heart, Ronan had become a symbol of a legendary deity.
However, before he could worship the "deity" in his heart for long, suddenly, a large area of the sea surface in the distance collapsed without warning.
An indescribably massive black hole vortex appeared.
Immediately after, a huge fish mouth with sharp teeth emerged from below, catching Ronan off guard as he was still immersed in the unprecedented sense of "power." The fish swallowed him whole, then with a loud "boom," it flipped over and sank back into the water, its giant, pale, and thick limbs swaying silently. Chuck, kneeling on the deck, was frozen in place, unable to recover for several minutes.
Only after everything had completely settled, and the bright moonlight once again shone down, with the rippling sea surface returning to calm, did Chuck tremble and stammer out a few words.
"The Ghost Wail Fish King!"
"Boom!"
The earth-shattering tremor made Ronan feel like a small boat in a tsunami, teetering on the edge of capsizing.
Everything happened too quickly, so fast that he couldn't react.
He was still immersed in the evolution of the [Ethereal Extreme Thought] state, and by the time he realized something was wrong, he had already been swallowed whole by the mountain-sized Ghost Wail Fish King.
Once any creature's size reaches a certain level, its strength becomes difficult to define by ordinary standards.
Just like now, Ronan felt as if he was struggling against an entire sea, a natural force mercilessly crushing him.
Ronan could only continuously reinforce the mental energy field around him, trying desperately to stabilize his body.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
It was unclear how much time had passed, but the turbulent seawater around him finally calmed down slightly.
Ronan steadied himself, stepping on the "whooshing" flowing tide, and walked step by step toward a nearby piece of land that resembled a shore.
"I'm inside the Ghost Wail Fish's body..."
Ronan had already exited the [Ethereal Extreme Thought] state. This mysterious state, which directly amplified mental power, consumed an enormous amount of energy. He had only tried to enter it for a short while, but he already felt a deep weariness in his soul.
However, the lingering effects of [Ethereal Extreme Thought] kept Ronan in a relatively calm state. Although he was in a dangerous situation, he didn't feel too panicked.
Ronan surveyed his surroundings. The place he was in now resembled an enormous cave, with the ceiling at least several hundred meters above him. This gave him an idea of just how massive the Ghost Wail Fish that had swallowed him must be.
The fleshy walls of the cavern were densely covered with thick, eerie white "vines." Upon closer inspection, they resembled the tendrils or sinewy organs of some unknown creature.
Hanging from the ceiling on both sides and beneath his feet, they occasionally twitched slightly. Combined with the unnervingly quiet environment, it created an indescribable sense of terror and strangeness.
"Whoosh—"
At that moment, a cold wind suddenly blew from behind.
Ronan turned around and noticed that the tide behind him had risen significantly without him realizing it. On the pitch-black water surface, a dense gray mist drifted toward him, moving as if it had a consciousness of its own, swiftly and directly surging toward him.
A sense of alarm quickly arose in Ronan's heart. Instinctively, he channeled his spiritual energy, intending to cast a Spell. However, his expression changed in the next instant.
"The concentration of free energy particles here is so sparse?"
He attempted to gather the free energy particles from the surrounding environment but found that they were almost nonexistent.
Any powerful Spell relied on the composition of energy. Without energy particles, even with formidable spiritual power, one could not unleash much strength.
Fortunately, Ronan's current focus on metal-based Spells was less dependent on the concentration of free energy particles in the environment. The casting primarily relied on the metal medium he carried.
"[Spiritual Maya Black Steel Touch - Golden Flame]!"
Ithium metal, tinged with crimson, flew out from beneath his Wizard Robe. Accompanied by the fluctuations of the Spell, it instantly transformed into a golden, tentacle-like form.
A dense aura of the law domain emerged as the chainsaw-like golden tentacle tore through the void, roaring as it lashed forward.
Along the way, droplets of molten gold dripped down, evaporating and parting a long stretch of the tidewater, turning it into a golden hue. However, when the golden tentacle struck the gray mist, it only managed to disperse a small portion. The remaining mist rapidly churned, and Ronan watched in horror as the law domain aura attached to the golden tentacle continuously dissipated under the mist. A terrifying corrosive force even began to spread to the core Ithium metal.
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