Chapter 748: Chapter 384: Golden Dawn, Blessing the Spirit Lake
The terrifying energy pulse pierced through layers of the void, almost brushing past the chipmunk’s scalp.
On the expanse of the Oasis, the demons swept by the pulse energy vanished instantly, and the once bustling and turbulent wave of demons was forcibly plowed into a gory vacuum zone.
The chipmunk, with its few yellow hairs blown into disarray by the fierce wind, was "frightened" to the point of losing its color by Ronan’s strike, its small paws clenched tightly, eyes shut, screaming madly.
However, there was no hint of triumph on Ronan’s face, but rather a slight frown.
Because.....
This attack was not deliberately aimed off course by him.
His spiritual power locked onto the target, and the target remained within his spiritual grip, not deviating an inch.
Yet, when the Spell attack was launched, it skimmed past the opponent’s scalp, not even harming a single hair, an unspeakable strangeness.
It was as if some mysterious and invisible force was quietly influencing it all.
Just as Ronan considered whether to cast another Spell to verify his suspicion, the "startled" chipmunk suddenly ceased its screaming, its furry mouth opening and closing rapidly, spitting out a string of explanations.
"..The prophecy I left is to reveal the truth to you.
I made you the focus of attention to see if you possess the courage to fight against the great torrent.
I sealed your power to make you understand the fickleness and impermanence of fate..."
The chipmunk’s expression gradually became serious, "No one can remain at the peak forever, when you think you’ve got it all under control, be very careful, for a trap may follow...
It’s always like this, taking away and shattering everything you own when you’re most confident, letting you fall into the Abyss, and then to laugh in secret at your bewilderment and despair.."
"So, saying..."
Ronan looked calmly at the small chipmunk in front of him, "I should thank you for your lessons?"
The chipmunk shrugged, showing an expression that said "What else? Have you finally figured it out?"
Ronan couldn’t help but frown. In the next moment, he saw the tiny chipmunk suddenly start trotting toward him, stepping through the void to leap onto him.
When the small body landed on Ronan.
"Buzz——"
Ronan’s mind inexplicably trembled.
Then his "Void Body" began to naturally disintegrate.
The purple light patterns that interwove and adhered to his insides like bloodlines stripped away piece by piece, retreating into the depths of his consciousness like a retracting spool of thread.
The black on Ronan’s skin surface gradually faded, revealing his true appearance, and the magnificent butterfly wings like a nebula behind him were rapidly thinning, continuously dissipating....
"This trial was meant for you alone..."
The small chipmunk landed on Ronan’s shoulder, its gaze suddenly becoming wise and aged, and its voice softened considerably.
It snapped its fingers gently at Ronan.
"Dang——"
Instantly ringing at his ear, like the sound of an old clock swinging through a deep long corridor at midnight, striking Ronan’s soul at that moment.
Ronan froze, looking at the chipmunk in front of him in disbelief.
The chime was strangely familiar.
When he first set foot in the Destiny Empire, he had also heard the same chime of destiny.
"I’m glad you passed all the tests.."
The little chipmunk jumped in front of Ronan, gently held his face with its two paws.
The remaining starry light on Ronan dissipated like mist, and he heard the chipmunk close to him utter the ancient sound of "Destiny Pendulum"—"Pendulum~fati".
Finally, the furry little mouth gently kissed Ronan’s forehead.
"...will finally have your own... Golden Dawn."
Ronan was momentarily stunned, and then an inexplicable ripple spread between him and the chipmunk.
Where the ripple passed, countless, innumerable semi-transparent gears appeared in the void once again.
But unlike before, this time the gears were all a brilliant golden color.
The gears gradually melted, eventually converging into a splendid and beautiful golden glow, rapidly radiating outwards.
At this moment, all the wizards in the field bathed in the golden glow, their injuries healing at an incredible speed, and large patches of vibrant wildflowers quickly grew on the land ravaged by Spell bombardment.
The Quivada Oasis, corroded by the Power of Corruption for countless years, seemed to be reborn at this moment, shedding its dark and sticky color, tinged with vibrant vitality.
Time seemed to halt at this moment, and everyone’s body and soul also underwent a grand blessing’s baptism.
They stared blankly at Ronan cloaked in radiance as he walked step by step towards the glowing small gate with countless golden gears turning in the sky, eventually disappearing completely into the small gate.
Only then did they realize.
This trial on the theme of "Destiny" had finally come to an end.
——The New Prophet had finally found the one she was looking for.
That person, with the body of Level 4, mastered two True Intent Level Forbidden Magics, defeating all who tried to obstruct his path.
And among them, the majority....
Seemed to not even know what that person’s name was.
Heather sat quietly among a blossoming field of flowers, gazing longingly in the direction of the slowly closing and disappearing small gate in the sky, she returned to the appearance of a sixteen-year-old girl.
At this moment, she appeared breathtakingly beautiful.
On the crowd’s quiet edge, a woman with green braids and wearing a Black Moon Robe stared blankly at this scene.
She was that small gear that set everything in motion, witnessing the entire events from an unnoticed corner.
The woman with green braids trembled slightly all over, her expression confused yet filled with an indescribable excitement.
She remembered the selection when she first entered the Spirit Lake.
That person was as dazzling as the Sun, overshadowing even the brilliance of Juventus, but quickly cast down into the dust by the cold gazes of others.
Now.
That person... finally returned to where he truly belonged.
...
In the dark and damp ruins of the Ancient Waterway.
A group of young Wizards wearing Deep Sea Robes, supporting each other, walked in disarray and panic under the lead of a young boy, like a herd of frightened little beasts.
The occasional strange noise in the surrounding darkness would trigger their tense and helpless reactions.
The leading boy’s face was so somber it seemed water could drip from it; he also appeared somewhat disheveled, not as composed, muttering under his breath every few steps.
Suddenly, at a certain moment.
This group was abruptly surrounded by clusters of golden light, accompanied by a strange rain of light descending inexplicably from nowhere.
It was as if invisible Elves were playing harps and singing beautifully in the air, and the enchanting melody and golden light rain quickly washed over everyone’s body and soul like a clear spring.
Pain, fear, confusion... swiftly receded under this mysterious force.
The long-lost brightness surfaced on everyone’s faces.
"Power of Blessing..."
Someone exclaimed in delight, almost incoherent with excitement: "It’s the blessing of the New Prophet, the Prophet is watching over us!"
"Misha!"
Everyone was ecstatic, turning their eyes in unison towards one person.
The leading boy with beautiful blue-golden gradient short hair also became spirited, his mouth curving upwards as he was about to say something.
At this moment, an inexplicable revelation suddenly descended.
"We have won this trial..."
"Succeeded in the final selection..."
The boy stood dumbfounded, his lips trembling slightly, "Therefore, the Prophet granted the blessing... blessing Spirit Lake... blessing Deep Sea..."
The ones who achieved final victory in the trial were from Deep Sea, and among those who participated, aside from them, there was only....
Realizing this, the joy vanished entirely from the team.
Everyone looked at each other, bewildered, unable to say anything.
The leading boy was struck by realization, slowly kneeling on the ground regardless of the damp and filth, burying his painful expression into the ground, his hands buried deeply in his hair.
"Impossible... how is this possible?"
"It must be the Prophet... who made a mistake..."
"It must be..."
...
The exit of the Space Secret Realm opened from within, and two Spirit Lake Wizards in light-colored Magic Robes strolled out, conversing and laughing.
They were discussing the food at last night’s banquet and various amusing anecdotes from it.
Suddenly, a fine golden rain of light fell around them, accompanied by a dreamlike beautiful melody, halting the steps of the two Spirit Lake Wizards, who were momentarily stunned.
Half a breath later, they snapped back to reality, exchanged a glance, and almost simultaneously dashed back towards the entrance behind them.
"Hoo—"
Re-entering the Spirit Lake Secret Realm, the two returning Wizards were thoroughly astounded by the scene before them.
Only to see the vast expanse of Spirit Lake above, where Black Moon, Flames, and Deep Sea’s Three Towers were fully displayed.
Golden light spread over the entire Spirit Lake space, countless light rains falling, making it resemble the mythical dreamscape of fairies.
Countless Spirit Lake Wizards flew out from beneath the lake surface, nearly each one bathed in the mysterious light that cleansed their body and soul.
Among them, the Wizards from the Deep Sea Lineage shone the brightest, the cleansing blessings they received the strongest.
In a short time, the entire Spirit Lake fell into a grand jubilation and joy.
An astounding piece of good news spread rapidly throughout Spirit Lake like a hurricane—the trial initiated by the New Prophet, said to concern the fate of the entire Empire, ultimately concluded with the victory of their Spirit Lake Deep Sea Faction’s Wizards!
Spirit Lake! Deep Sea!
So, on whom did this immense honor finally fall?
Who was it that led their elite geniuses of Spirit Lake, overshadowing countless peer Wizards, and finally ascended to the throne of first in the trial?
Amid the jubilation, a dignified middle-aged Wizard, clad in a luxurious Magic Robe, meticulously dressed with every strand of hair and beard finely groomed, suddenly changed expression and then hurriedly rushed beneath Spirit Lake, passing through the Crystal corridors, and finally stopped before a simple small door with a brass lock.
Valentine stood in front of the door, his face changing dramatically, appearing as if he wanted to knock and verify something, yet didn’t dare.
As he hesitated, the small brass lock door creaked open from within.
A person inside, holding a large white cat as if anticipating his arrival, just opened the door and raised a boot towards him, unable to restrain a hearty laugh.
Valentine saw the slender middle-aged Wizard, resembling a beaver and rejuvenated by at least thirty years, bathed in endless golden light, and was utterly stupefied.
His lips moved as if wanting to say something, but ultimately just mumbled a crude word: "Well, damn it."