Chapter 226: Chapter 123 Curse and Soul Contract, [Frost Burning] and Harvest_2

“Compared to the items on the table, this garden must be the real treasure… and the unknown areas beyond the garden…”

Ronan surveyed the garden, a faint glimmer flashing in his eyes.

He had read quite a number of books in the Silver-white Tower recently. If he wasn’t mistaken, the garden before him seemingly employed a labyrinthic Array nested within the “Ivalo’s Ten Great Array Theories”, and not just any maze Array, but a moving one at that.

To unravel the secret of the garden and find the entrance to the next Secret Realm Space… if such a place exists… one must first solve this maze made up of countless small Space Transmission Arrays to locate the true exit.

Ronan closed his eyes, attempting to construct the “skeleton” of the Palace’s Garden Maze in his mind, made up of Space Transmission Arrays. The key challenge was that the Arrays were constantly moving, and Ronan had yet to discern any pattern to their movements.

Numerous images and inspirations flickered through Ronan’s mind…

A moment later, Ronan opened his eyes, temporarily abandoning the notion of solving the mystery.

“Let’s take it slowly. After all, no one will be able to get in for now…”

Apart from Ronan, the only others aware of this Secret Realm Space were Fuling and others from the First Magic Ring.

If Ronan couldn’t decipher the maze, it was even less likely for Fuling and the others.

If they decide to reveal this place to the public, then he had nothing to say about it… After all, the Secret Realm was discovered by them first, and by default, “Land Without Master” grants everyone the freedom to explore.

In the Wizard World, countless treasures are hidden, and only intelligence and strength are the true keys to unlocking them.

Finding the entrance he came through, Ronan took a gentle step out…

On the tranquil surface of the lake, a handsome young man dressed in a grey Magic Robe emerged from under the water, step by step, resembling the deity of the lake from mundane legends.

The miraculous scene went unnoticed as Ronan activated his Flying Ring, swiftly flying towards the direction of the Magic Rings.

Once inside the Magic Rings, Ronan lightly twisted another ring on his hand – the Feather Ring. A faint spell vibration enveloped him as he made his way into the Silver-white Tower, attracting no one’s attention.

The Illusion Magic Ring given to him by Borbi was extraordinarily useful indeed.

Its effect was to diminish the “presence” of the user to a certain degree, as Borbi described, temporarily shedding the aura that clung to Ronan.

In certain situations, it could even be used as a tool for concealment.

Of course, the effectiveness of the Illusion Technique varied from person to person, and was not particularly noticeable for wizards with exceptionally strong mental will.

Ronan ascended the spiraling staircase, occasionally catching errant flying books from the air to glance through at random.

His life in the Silver-white Tower for the past ten days had been exceptionally tranquil. There were so many books that an ordinary person, even without sleep, could not finish reading them in a hundred years. Having moved into the tower, Ronan was like a dry sponge, crazily thirsting for and absorbing the moisture of knowledge, his being evermore becoming filled and settled…

Reaching a location near the pinnacle of the tower, Ronan pushed aside the dense array of books in front of him and lightly leapt from the staircase onto a nearby circular platform.

About twenty meters to his left stood a pale-skinned, green-haired, middle-aged man in his thirties, staring off distantly toward the book stairway, muttering to himself as if he might step off into the air and jump down from the platform at any moment.

This was one of Ronan’s “neighbors” in the tower; most of those living here were wizards engrossed in academic research, with relatively little exchange between them, as most were accustomed to immersing in their own worlds.

Ronan dismissed the thought of greeting the man and approached a small door with a Brass door lock. As he drew near, the old brass lock on the door loudly began its praise: “Look who’s back? Ronan Damien, the most exceptional Genius Wizard in the history of the Seventh Magic Rings, the future Seventh Ring Saint, the extraordinary figure destined to lead silver to a new era of brilliance…”

“Shut it, Seri!”

Ronan grabbed the ancient brass lock, and the praising stopped abruptly.

“If you continue with this welcoming speech, the best place for you will be the public restrooms of the Seventh Ring City…”

A moment later, a weak voice began.

“Welcome home… my dear master.”

Ronan released his grip, wearing a cold expression as he opened the door, and then closed it.

“Bang.”

The world went silent.

One of the defining features of the Silver-white Tower was that it was filled with Alchemy Creations like this brass door lock, each typically housing an ancient soul, said to be remnants from the Wizard Spells experiments conducted by wizards of the tower in the past.

These artifacts sealing souls were somewhat akin to the “smart home assistants” from Ronan’s previous life, sometimes genuinely providing convenience, but other times causing him particular speechlessness and headaches.

Stepping into his room, a spherical space presented itself to Ronan. Not very large, with no bed, as wizards residing in the tower had almost universally substituted meditation for sleep.

A huge crystal floor-to-ceiling window faced the door, allowing sunlight from the outside to stream in, offering a view of the spires of other Silver-white Towers, as well as flowing clouds and the still sky.

In front of the window was a small desk, piled next to it were various Wizard Books, then a lake-blue, thick carpet, which was suitable for lying down for a brief rest.

This was Ronan’s living space in the tower, with bathroom, Meditation Room, and laboratory all to the side, accessible through rune-embedded secret doors.