Chapter 711: Chapter 355: The First Golden Secret Technique, [Spiritual Moya Moya’s Poem—Golden Origin!]
"As long as I’m alive.
One day, I will uncover the truth behind all of this..."
Jason tugged at his collar, speaking with a cold and hard gaze.
Ronan said nothing, only nodding silently.
The two sped across the gray-white sands, with Jason occasionally stopping, seemingly having a unique way of determining the location of treasures.
Ronan was now filled with curiosity about this gray-white area, suspected to be the second layer of the Forgotten Land.
He wondered if this gray-white land was what he needed to find—the Quivada Oasis.
But it didn’t seem like a place that could be associated with the word "oasis," and according to the mission, the Quivada Oasis was located in the "center" of the Forgotten Land.
"Is this the center?"
Ronan pondered, and before they knew it, the two had already covered quite a distance on the sandy ground.
At some moment, Jason suddenly exclaimed in delight, "Found it!"
He looked eagerly in a direction, urging, "Damien, quickly follow me."
Ronan’s spirits lifted at the words. Although Alazan had often shown disdain for the Silver-eared Goblin treasure in front of him, it was an ancient treasure vault, and it was his first encounter with such a thing, naturally filling him with curiosity and anticipation.
Jason appeared more eager than Ronan, using his spiritual power to propel his body, rushing frantically towards a direction.
In no time, they arrived at the location of the treasure vault he mentioned, which from the outside looked like an ordinary gray-white mound.
"Damien, the ring."
Jason couldn’t contain his joy, calling out to Ronan.
Ronan threw the ring he had been holding to Jason, who was full of expectation and about to step forward, only to be grabbed by Ronan.
"Wait!"
"What’s wrong?"
Jason turned around, puzzled.
Ronan said nothing, only looking down at their feet.
Jason looked down to find that at some point, a thin layer of black mist had enveloped their feet.
The gray-white sandy ground rose in small mounds, revealing a slick, pale color like some eerie lotus roots through the opened soil.
Jason stared at a white bulge for a moment, when suddenly, it burst open, and a ghastly pale, decaying woman’s hand shot out towards Jason’s face!
"Damn!"
Jason was startled, stumbling back a few steps, but regaining his senses, he immediately shouted, "Run! That bastard caught up with us!"
Ronan calmly shook his head, "No need; it’s too late already."
"Pop—Pop—Pop—"
In the sharp sound like water bubbles bursting, numerous pale, decaying arms sprouted from the soil like "bamboo shoots after rain."
Without a word, Ronan and Jason flew upwards, countless ghastly pale arms shadowing them, reaching for them.
The arms were growing rapidly, soon surpassing the sand dune below, even reaching above their heads, forming a forest of eerie and creepy arms.
"Dalu!"
Jason pulled out a bizarre sacrificial knife over a foot long, chanting strange, twisted spell syllables, and fiercely slashing around, powerful spell waves emanating. In the knife’s light, the pale arms broke like wheat straws, the cuts smooth and bloodless.
But immediately, more arms grabbed at them.
Jason slashed several times, yet the eerie arms seemed unending, increasing as they were cut.
"Damn it!"
His expression turning grim, he cursed, looking somewhat vexed at Ronan, "Damien, knowing this, I shouldn’t have called you here..."
"Saying such things now..."
Ronan squinted, scanning the dense arm forest around them, speaking softly, "is meaningless."
Saying this, he took a deep breath.
"Boom!"
The next second, under Jason’s widened eyes, a spiritual field as grand as the operation of an invisible celestial body erupted from Ronan.
The terrifying pressure instantly scattered the numerous pale arms surrounding them, a force undebatable wrapped Jason, taking him straight up.
"You... you..."
Jason looked at Ronan in shock, seemingly unable to understand why, despite both having just advanced to Level 4 not long ago, Ronan’s spiritual power surpassed his by so much.
But soon, he was speechless.
Because Ronan’s powerful spiritual field continued to rise.
In an instant, it exceeded the range of Level 4, reaching a fearsome height comparable to a Level 5 Wizard.
"Boom!"
Looking down from high above, a massive bulge abruptly rose at the top of the forest of eerie arms on the gray-white sandy ground.
From within, invisible and grand power broke free, countless dismembered limbs flew, as two figures emerged one after the other.
The leader, a handsome youth in a dark blue magic robe, his forehead glowing, eyes like containing whirlpools, exuded an inexpressible strange and profound feeling.
Standing behind the youth was a bald, fierce-looking man, appearing slightly stunned and dazed.
It was Ronan and Jason who had emerged from the forest of pale arms.
"Oh?"
Ronan, entering the state of Empty Spirit Extreme Thought, had his spiritual power raised beyond the common early Level 5 Wizard. As soon as he emerged with Jason from below, a slightly surprised voice came from the continually swaying eerie arm forest before them.
"Damien, you..."
Jason, seemingly only now recovering from shock, pointed at Ronan, stammering to say something.
But before he could finish, a grand invisible force had wrapped him, forcefully flinging him out.
"Don’t worry about me, go unlock the treasure first!"
Ronan coldly tossed out the words, and Jason snapped back to reality, quickly gathering his spirits.
Ronan heard a soft snort and then saw the forest of bizarre arms beneath him, still madly growing, completely "ignoring" Jason’s escape, but instead continuing to pounce towards him in unison.
Clearly, the one being hunted was Jason; the goblin treasure vault key and unlocking method were all with Jason, yet the opposition was fixated on him....
Judging by Jason’s previous description, it all became quite intriguing.
Ronan’s face remained expressionless as he sensed the waves of cold and decaying aura sweeping over like tides from the surroundings.
Within the consciousness space, the dark gold core emitted a burgeoning golden light.
In an instant, the spiritual field around Ronan also transformed into a golden color, and the dazzling, blazing golden celestial body began to operate....
"Crack—"
Above him, the void suddenly opened a golden rift, spilling out rolling golden magma.
The golden-transformed titanium emerged from beneath the magic robe, and in an instant, formed the great Spiritual Maya Golden Dharma Body, enveloping him completely.
The aura of the forbidden magic domain flowed like magma in the void.
"Hoo—"
Ronan spread his hands outward, and those slender, clustered, ghostly white arms, like frantically growing vines, all ignited under the golden heat waves, burning to charred blackness, breaking...
Like autumn wildfire blazing through the white reed fields, the scene appeared grand yet somewhat tragically beautiful.
The cold and oppressive aura in the void not only failed to diminish but intensified, while within the deep forest of arms came a scoff.
The next second, thick black pillars of energy suddenly shot out from the forest of arms, instantly extinguishing the golden heat waves clinging to it, while the ghastly white decayed arms began to intertwine.
The entire forest of arms surged towards one point, quickly turning into a bizarre giant woven from countless dense, ghostly white arms!
This giant, nearly a hundred meters tall, had its lower body like roots connected to the vast forest of arms, its entire body made of grotesquely twisted ghostly white arms. In the face position, five dazzling crystals shone, resembling eyes, coldly and disdainfully overseeing Ronan from above.
The horrific cold and sinister aura surged across the entire land like roaring tides, and compared to this ghostly giant, even the mighty Spiritual Maya Golden Dharma Body seemed somewhat diminutive.
Once formed, the giant immediately reached out with both hands, grabbing towards Ronan from the left and right.
On those two arms, countless small ghostly white decayed arms wriggled rapidly, as if something was wailing and screaming, while in the void, an unmatched turbulent black energy tide was unleashed!
"Boom!"
The two enormous eerie hands clamped shut fiercely, extinguishing the light of the golden fire in the sky.
"Damien!"
Not far away, clutching the ring and halfway through the activation ritual, Jason saw this and let out a heart-wrenching scream with bloodshot eyes.
However, not waiting for his moment of sorrow, a calm voice softly rang in his ear.
"Don’t worry, I’m not dead yet."
"Uh...."
Jason stood in a daze.
The next moment, he saw the two tightly clasped eerie giant hands of the hundred-meter arm giant rapidly breaking apart from the inside, like they were sliced by countless waves of fire.
A grand radiance emerged in the heavens and earth.
"Huh?"
A voice of surprise once again came from within the hundred-meter arm giant.
At this moment, Ronan was enveloped by countless golden titanium fragments in a scattered and separated state. The Spiritual Maya Dharma Body had collapsed yet did not dissipate, forming instead an odd force field encompassing him.
Ronan, with half-closed eyes and hands clasped in prayer, was covered with a layer of golden luster, even the dancing long hair behind him turning golden.
Threads of forbidden aura around him thickened continuously, reaching levels several times denser than before in the blink of an eye.
"Buzz—"
At a certain moment, Ronan abruptly opened his eyes.
In his nearly pure golden pupils, mysterious and complex runes flashed by.
At this instant, he exuded an indescribable aura of noble mystery, with an extraordinary radiance that even lent a touch of dreamy allure.
"Perfect... for testing my new spell on you!"
Ronan spoke, his voice having changed as well.
Each syllable he uttered seemed to echo with countless songs of praise.
The golden aura surrounding him spread outward, as the titanium separated and the fragments of the Spiritual Maya Dharma Body reorganized, gradually forming numerous pieces resembling broken chains or shattered notes.
Each metal fragment flowed with thick, almost tar-like golden flames!
"The Song of Gold and Fire..."
Ronan gazed at the hundred-meter arm giant before him, slowly raising his right hand.
His five fingers spread wide.
Countless golden fragments formed of titanium rapidly flew to his palm, gathering and reorganizing....
Soon, they formed into a blade tens of meters long, its shape like an eagle’s wing, with countless broken runes swirling, a torrent of golden flames cascading—the Golden Blade!
As the tens-of-meters-long golden wing-blade took shape, Ronan’s eyes lit up instantly.
He wielded the blade single-handedly, slashing fiercely at the hundred-meter arm giant before him.
In an instant, the countless songs of praise in the void reached their peak, countless golden notes bursting forth.
Where the Golden Eagle Blade cleaved, a dreamy and enchanting vision of a golden era was reflected in the gleam of the blade.
The indescribable shadow of Spiritual Maya flickered faintly in Ronan’s pupils.
"Golden Fire’s First Secret Technique!"
"[Spiritual Maya’s Poem—Golden Origin!]"
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