Wizard Bloodline

"A five-star evaluation in the Spell Tower, even if your soul aptitude is a bit lacking, should be enough to get you into this wizard organization called 'Spirit Lake,'" Alazan's voice pulled Ronan's thoughts back. "A wizard faction that extends its recruitment scope to the Mist Stage won't have too high an entry threshold."

"There's still one test left," Ronan replied casually as he walked toward the final Tower of Knowledge. "The selection process allows for a period of up to three years. Three years is enough time for me to practice spells tens of thousands of times or cultivate the 'Spirit Heart Amber' a few more times. If the rules permit a second round of testing, I can definitely improve my final evaluation in both soul aptitude and spellcasting ability."

Alazan surprisingly didn't respond, and Ronan didn't mind, proceeding alone to the Tower of Knowledge.

This inverted tower, constructed from ancient whale bones and countless streams of water, symbolized the vast and profound knowledge and wisdom of the ocean. Ronan had deliberately saved this test for last.

He had expected it to be similar to the trials of the previous two towers, where his consciousness would enter. However, this time, Ronan encountered no resistance and physically stepped into the tower.

"Tap—"

Ronan landed softly in a bright, snow-white space, his feet stepping on solid, smooth white stone flooring.

He was momentarily dazed, slightly overwhelmed by the sight before him.

—

A very peculiar spatial architectural structure. The ground he stood on was only about a dozen square meters in size.

Surrounding him were seamless, interconnected circular bookshelves.

The circular bookshelves extended upward in all directions, resembling an infinitely large funnel, with Ronan standing at the very bottom.

Looking up, he could only see a white dome that seemed to expand infinitely outward, with no indication of where the actual ceiling might be.

This inverted Tower of Knowledge was fascinating. Its unique structure seemed to silently convey a profound truth—the more knowledge and wisdom one accumulates, the vaster the world one can see, and the smaller one feels in comparison.

Ronan took a deep breath and refocused his attention on the test itself.

His gaze wandered over the bookshelves on the bottom level where he stood. The shelves, made of what appeared to be black pinewood, were neatly lined with gray-covered books. He quickly counted and estimated that there were about twenty books on this lowest level.

Ronan casually pulled out one book and examined its cover. It was unusually smooth, with no texture whatsoever.

He tried to open it, but an invisible force held the pages tightly together. With a bit of effort, he finally managed to open it.

On the pristine white page, a red "earthworm" caught Ronan's eye.

He paused, then looked closer, realizing it was a strange pattern.

The pattern was a single stroke, as if a child had mischievously dragged a bright red paintbrush across the paper.

The longer Ronan stared at it, the more it seemed as though the "earthworm" on the page was constantly wriggling.

Gradually, Ronan's gaze was drawn to the bright red strokes that formed the characters, and his soul consciousness was sucked into them.

In a daze, it felt as if he was standing in a turbulent crimson river, the world spinning around him, with ancient roars and hums filling his ears. "Whoosh—"

Ronan abruptly pulled his consciousness away from the page. When he fully regained his senses and looked at the book in his hand, his expression was one of utter astonishment.

"Alazan,"

Ronan called out Alazan's name in his mind. The latter seemed to know what he was about to ask and spoke calmly, "This is Ancient Spirit Script."

"Ancient Spirit Script?!"

Ronan was stunned.

"It's a form of writing used by ancient wizards to record and communicate. It's also the strokes that make up the Ten Great Origin Runes of Antiquity. While it doesn't possess any inherent effects or powers, it's genuinely valuable. It can directly enhance a wizard's foundational potential."

"Wait,"

Ronan took a deep breath, "You're speaking too fast. I need to understand this step by step."

"What are the Ten Great Origin Runes of Antiquity?"

Ronan calmed himself and asked again.

Alazan seemed unusually patient at this moment.

"The Ten Great Origin Runes of Antiquity refer to the ten supreme runes naturally formed by the universe.

Some say they are the most important gift left to wizards by the gods at the end of the Mythic Era, containing the true essence of supreme laws.

Ancient wizards once tried to decipher them, and the Ancient Spirit Script is one of the creations that emerged from those efforts."

"Supreme runes... the true essence of laws..."

Ronan looked dazed and couldn't help but ask, "What exactly are those ten runes?"

Alazan pondered for a moment before slowly replying, "[Eternal Life], [Destruction], [Curse]... I've only read about them in a fragmented ancient text. I'm not entirely clear on the specifics. The Ten Great Origin Runes of Antiquity were already lost and forgotten during ancient times."

Ronan's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. He didn't know why he had the urge to swallow.

"These are too far removed from me."

Ronan finally shook his head and pointed at the gray book in his hand, "Let's get back to this Ancient Spirit Script. You said it can directly enhance a wizard's foundational potential?"

"Yes,"

Alazan's voice carried a hint of nostalgia, "When you entered this tower, I had already guessed that the so-called test of knowledge would likely involve Ancient Spirit Script. In my time, this was one of the common methods used by many schools to test the wisdom of new members. Cherish this moment, Damien.

You are at a critical juncture, on the verge of embracing the dawn. Ancient Spirit Script is the best nourishment for the growth of the Primal Spirit."

"What should I do?"

"Remember it,"

Alazan said plainly, "Engrave it firmly in your mind and never forget it."

Ronan was slightly taken aback, "Is it really that simple?"

"Try it first before you decide,"

Alazan closed his mouth and said no more.

Ancient Spirit Script... Ronan's eyes flickered as he turned his gaze back to the red simplified patterns on the gray book in his hand.

As someone who had once been a rune master, memorizing the shape and all the details of a rune's strokes was a basic skill. Ronan began the task with ease.

However, after some time, Ronan's brow couldn't help but furrow.

"Well? Still think it's simple?"

Alazan's voice echoed once more, the golden ladybug fluttering before Ronan's eyes.

Ronan remained silent, his gaze fixed on the pages in his hands.

He had already sensed the peculiarity of this so-called ancient spirit script. The seemingly simple stroke seemed to contain countless variations, each of which extended into countless possibilities.

Even the red color that composed this stroke continuously changed over time. In terms of complexity alone, it far surpassed any rune he had ever seen or obtained.

Ronan completely severed his communication with Alazan, immersing all his focus into memorizing the spirit script before him.

In the silent Tower of Knowledge, Ronan stood still like a statue, holding the gray book in his hands, as if time itself had stopped flowing.

It was unclear how much time had passed, but the silent statue slowly began to move.

Ronan gently closed the pages in his hands, raised his head, and in his now clear eyes, a vivid red pattern, like a wriggling earthworm, flashed and disappeared.

"How long did I take?" Ronan murmured softly, his voice echoing in the vast space, as if conversing with someone.

"From the moment you started until now, exactly one month has passed," Alazan replied.

"One month?" Ronan whispered, first glancing around, then slowly tilting his head back, his gaze following the shelves upward.

The seemingly infinite height, the boundless space, and the countless gray books on the shelves—if each gray book contained an ancient spirit script, how long would it take for him to memorize all of them?

Ronan didn't know.

He calmly returned the gray book in his hands to its original position, then reached out to take the second gray book.

However.

Just as Ronan opened the cover of the second gray book and attempted to memorize the second ancient spirit script, the composure on his face was suddenly shattered.

"Why is this happening? My memory of the first ancient spirit script is fading as I come into contact with the second one."

"That's just how it is," Alazan replied indifferently. "Ancient spirit scripts repel each other. I told you, hold onto it firmly, never forget it. The fact that your memory of the first script is fading proves that your memory of it isn't deep enough to counteract the repelling force."

Ronan gritted his teeth, then looked around at the shelves, finally realizing that not only would he not be able to memorize all the ancient spirit scripts here, but he might not even meet his original expectations.

At this rate, how many ancient spirit scripts could he memorize in three years?

Ten? Twenty?

What kind of star rating would he achieve? Ronan suddenly understood why this trial lasted three years—most of the time was likely reserved for this stage in the Tower of Knowledge.

Ronan took a deep breath, calming himself.

He asked Alazan, "How does my memorization speed compare to others?"

"Above average," Alazan replied. "This stage tests your wisdom. Among wizards of the same level, your wisdom is quite good."

"Good, then passing shouldn't be a problem," Ronan murmured, gazing at the shelves before him.

But he wasn't satisfied with merely clearing the level. During the process of memorizing the first Ancient Spirit Script, he had already sensed its benefits.

The Ancient Spirit Script he had memorized lingered in his mind, continuously releasing inexplicable mysteries that merged into his soul. Just as Alazan had said, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to strengthen his foundation and elevate the future grade of his Primal Spirit.

A mouse fortunate enough to fall into a rice jar wouldn't rest until it had eaten its fill and its belly was round.

Ronan was now that very "mouse," unwilling to settle for less.

Ronan's mind raced as he pondered how to maximize his gains.

"To memorize as many Ancient Spirit Scripts as possible within a limited time, the only way is likely to enhance my wisdom."

The "wisdom" required for this level of the Tower of Knowledge essentially boiled down to comprehension, understanding, and memory.

Back when Ronan was a first-level wizard, the "Kiss of Murphitira" he had consumed had precisely such effects.

But in the current situation, finding a potion similar to the "Kiss of Murphitira" was clearly unrealistic.

"What other means could achieve this?"

"Magical Artifacts? Secret techniques?"

Ronan racked his brain, several times on the verge of opening his mouth to seek Alazan's help, but each time he held back.

Just as he was deep in thought, suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Ronan's mind.

His eyes lit up, and his entire demeanor instantly became vibrant.

"I think I've been focusing on the wrong key issue."

"When it comes to rote memorization, those with dull aptitude trying to catch up to the naturally gifted, photographic-memory 'top students' rely on nothing more than several times—or even dozens of times—the amount of time others spend."

"If I can't make myself smarter, then I just need to find a way to give myself more time than others!"

With this realization, Ronan took a deep breath, waiting until his expression was completely calm.

He closed the gray book in his hands and spoke coldly in his heart, "Alazan, I have an idea… but I need your help."

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