Chapter 682: Chapter 329: Space Magic Inheritance, the Minotaur Is Really Someone You Can Befriend!
Ronan recalled that when he was in the Silver Magic Ring, Kosti had mentioned it to him.
The Ring Masters of the Silver Magic Ring had come to the Southern region primarily to seek the Void Mirror, a treasure lost from the Ancient Mirror Court.
When he picked up the silver dressing mirror in his hand, Ronan inexplicably thought of the "Void Mirror."
The Minotaur Maze and the owner of the Secret Mysterious Garden Realm are intricately linked, and the Secret Mysterious Garden Realm is also connected to the Ancient Mirror Court. The Minotaur’s treasure is a mirror...
No wonder Ronan harbored such a suspicion.
But what is the truth...
"Who knows?"
Ronan shook his head, carefully examining the silver mirror in his hand.
From its appearance alone, this silver mirror bore a strong resemblance to the various mirror-like Magic Tools that once flowed out of the Ancient Mirror Court, with the only difference being the absence of the court’s signature patterns on the back of the mirror. Instead, it was covered with countless concentrated and flowing gray mist, and upon closer inspection, one might feel a plunge deep into the Minotaur Maze in the next second.
The front of the mirror was like a pool of still water, clear and exuding a profound enigmatic aura, one belonging to the Mysterious Space.
Ronan attempted to slowly penetrate it with his spiritual power, and the next second...
"Swoosh—"
He suddenly found himself in another space.
Snowy white and bright.
In stark contrast, beneath his feet was a patch of black, soft, and fertile soil.
The air was filled with a mist as thick as milk.
Ronan gently brushed away the white mist ahead of him, hesitated for a moment, and walked in one direction.
After walking for a period about as long as an hourglass, Ronan bumped into an invisible "wall" in the thick mist.
"Reached the end."
Ronan knocked on the air wall in front of him, discovering that even spiritual power couldn’t penetrate it.
As he was about to change direction for further exploration, suddenly a faint voice drifted over from the mist.
[In the corner where the moonlight cannot reach...
The stone wall whispers ancient curses
Every step treads on the cracks of time
Whose shadow is devoured...]
Ronan listened closely, sensing that it was like an ancient ballad.
It seemed as if a child was chanting, the voice tender and crisp.
In this unknown space, unknown everything, the song drifting from the mist was somewhat eerie.
Ronan hesitated for a while, ultimately choosing to seek the direction from which the song was coming.
Finally, at some moment, Ronan parted the mist, and the sound in his ears suddenly became clear.
Following this, he saw on the black, damp soil, a four or five-year-old boy, wearing a brown vest, breeches, and leather boots, with ear-length golden hair, sitting on a red wooden horse, swaying and singing, occasionally letting out bursts of cheerful laughter.
[The walls are moving, the roads are deforming,
Echo! Echo!
O lost one, you can find no place...]
As Ronan appeared, the mysterious ancient song happened to reach its end, the voice cutting off abruptly.
The golden-haired boy on the red wooden horse beamed at Ronan with a bright smile.
He quickly got off the wooden horse, enthusiastically waving to Ronan.
It seemed like he had been here, waiting for Ronan, for a very long time.
Ronan’s eyes flickered as he took one step after another toward the boy.
When he reached the boy, the boy naturally took his hand, then pointed to the red wooden horse beside him and said, "Do you want to have a ride?"
The boy looked at Ronan expectantly and imploringly, his face smooth and delicate as porcelain.
Ronan couldn’t refuse, thought for a moment, and nodded before sitting on the wooden horse.
"Creak—creak—"
The red wooden horse made of wood emitted some creaky sounds under the weight of an adult like Ronan, who cautiously controlled the swaying rhythm, afraid of breaking the horse.
However, the golden-haired boy seemed very happy, clapping his hands excitedly at the side.
After rocking for a while, Ronan stopped, then tentatively asked the golden-haired boy beside him, "Minotaur?"
The latter seemed as if he couldn’t hear the question, instead grabbing his hand once more and hurrying to say, "I’ll take you to visit my room..."
Ronan, pulled by the golden-haired boy, stood up from the red wooden horse and then ran towards the side of the mist.
The boy seemed very rushed, holding Ronan’s hand while constantly muttering, "There’s not much time, soon there won’t be enough time..."
"Not enough time for what?"
Ronan couldn’t help but ask, but the boy seemed not to hear, only muttering to himself.
The two raced through the dense mist, not knowing how long they ran, when suddenly the boy stopped.
Ronan was startled, and then saw the boy turn around, looking at him with a face of disappointment.
"Not enough time... can only wait for next time."
Ronan’s eyes flickered, thought for a moment, then squatted down to say some comforting words to the boy, but in the next second, he was hugged tightly by him.
He wrapped his arms around Ronan’s neck, his mouth close to Ronan’s ear, and whispered, "He chose you, he also chose you... I have no choice but to choose you.
Don’t let us... down."
Before Ronan could react, the boy in his arms dissipated like mist, a silver light emerged from the fog, and then quickly drilled into Ronan’s forehead.
In an instant, Ronan felt a massive torrent of information rush into his mind.
Countless secrets and knowledge related to space flashed through his brain like a revolving lantern.
Ronan felt as if his soul was being torn apart, and in a moment, he fainted.
........
"Rustle——"
Ronan felt something soft and fluffy brush against his cheek, and his nose was filled with a slightly irritating sensation.
He couldn’t help but sneeze, waking up from his sleep.
A few squirrels fled from him in panic, warm sunlight fell on him, and the air was filled with a faint grassy scent.
Ronan propped himself up, leaves and grass clippings fell from him, he sat on the lush grass, momentarily dazed.
"Out?"
"How long have I slept?"
He recognized this place as where he and Molli’er had been surrounded and blocked by two Level 5 Wizards previously.
But Molli’er, Abyss Minotaur Babli, the Level 5 Wizard Monster, Narros, the Void Mirror, the blond boy... everything that happened in the Minotaur Maze felt like an incredibly real dream.
His mind was still dizzy and swollen, Ronan rubbed his forehead, shook slightly, and then spent a full three days returning to Spirit Lake.
He returned straight to his residence.
Upon opening the door, Ariety, who was directing a group of Earth Cave Dwarves to cultivate the fields, saw him and with a cry of delight, ran to him joyfully.
"How long have I been gone?"
Ronan asked Ariety while taking out several communication tools from the Space Ring to check one by one.
After receiving the response "half a year" from Ariety, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Half a year... well, not too long."
Ariety painstakingly brought over a big stack of thick parchment and placed it in front of him, complaining with indignation that during the half year he was gone, that fierce woman came twice and almost broke the door...
Ronan, of course, knew who Ariety was referring to, Heather, but he had no energy to deal with that right now.
He glanced at the parchment Ariety brought over, finding it was her transcription of news from the "Spirit Lake Postman" over the past half year.
On each piece of parchment was filled with her awkward handwriting that she’d just recently learned.
Ronan thanked Ariety briefly and then dropped the pile of parchment, diving headfirst into his Meditation Room.
He urgently needed to understand what happened to him during the time he was unconscious.
Inside the Meditation Room, Ronan’s mind sank.
In the Consciousness Space, Alazan continuously sent signals wanting to communicate with him.
Ronan temporarily ignored them, focusing entirely on the new item in his mind.
It was a silver mirror.
Full moon-shaped, with intricate, beautiful patterns intertwined along its edge, one side bright and the other shrouded in flowing grey mist.
Perhaps this was the Void Mirror’s true form.
The silver mirror exuded an incredibly ancient and obscure aura, threads of mystery dripped from the mirror like streams of silver sand, continuously merging into the Spirit Core below, dyeing the once dark-golden core into a profound and mysterious silver hue.
Ronan could clearly perceive the knowledge and mysteries related to space continuously entering his mind, slowly forming a system of inheritance.
The Elemental Spirituality within the Dark Gold Core, belonging to the Space-related elements, also increased rapidly, thickening its foundation.
This inherited knowledge and mysteries were slowly altering the effects of several of his Soul Seals associated with Space Magic, and the outline of a true Space-related Spell was slowly forming in his mind.
"This Minotaur man can be dealt with, there’s inheritance... he really gives..."
Ronan murmured, then recalled the few words the blond boy in the mirror said to him before he fell unconscious.
[He chose you, he also chose you, I have no choice but to choose you. Don’t let us down.]
"Who are those two hes?"
"We..."
Exactly who chose him?
And it seems like more than one person chose him...
Ronan subconsciously thought of the owner of the Mysterious Garden, the only person who could be clearly linked to Minotaur.
If Minotaur and the owner of the Mysterious Garden weren’t the same person, then who was the third person?
A Wizard from the Ancient Mirror Court?
But in the Ancient Mirror Court ruins, he didn’t obtain anything precious or rare.
Ronan found no clues, so he temporarily set aside this question and once again tried to touch the Void Mirror with his spiritual power.
Let’s call it the Void Mirror for now.
At the moment of touching with his spiritual power, the bright side of the silver mirror floating in Ronan’s consciousness space immediately burst out a strong silver light, followed by a tremendous suction force from the mirror.
The scene in front of him changed suddenly, and when Ronan came to his senses, he found himself once again in the Mist Space where he previously encountered the blond boy Minotaur.