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eadx ();? His soul force frantically revolved, and in Ron's sea of consciousness, the soul orb that was constantly rotating slightly trembled, as if it was showing signs of instability.

"Is he really going to break through?"

A familiar feeling came over him. Surprise was written all over Ron's face as he stood in the middle of the empty sea of consciousness, quietly watching the rotating soul force. A peculiar light shot out from his eyes.

In Ron's sea of consciousness, his soul power had already reached its peak, just like a kettle of boiling water. No one knew when it would explode.

Ron's heart trembled, suppressing the joy that followed, thinking, "Sure enough, as long as you keep a calm heart, opportunities will always come. Don't be controlled by your goals, because sometimes, the more persistent you are in your pursuit, the more things go back to normal …"

Lightly lifting his hand, a glint appeared in Ron's eyes, and with a thought, a large number of black cyclones rippled like ripples, madly surging forth.

His soul power condensed into a sharp awl and suddenly hit the hard wall in the sky.

"Boom —"

A strong vibration appeared in Ron's sea of consciousness, and at this moment, a large number of cracks appeared in the sky above his soul.

"Very good!"

Ron was pleased with the situation. Under such constant bombardment, breaking the soul force was predictable.

He quickly condensed into three sharp awls and hit the weak point of the barrier again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Sea of Consciousness was shaking, the soul was collapsing, and countless silk like soul forces were gathering crazily, hovering and dancing in Ron's Sea of Consciousness. At this moment, Ron was clenching his teeth and his eyes were turning red, controlling the soul forces in his body to rush left and right, as if he was trying to break through this shackle.

As he charged forward, a pained expression appeared on Ron's face. While breaking through, he was also enduring the pain of his soul.

Ron silently encouraged himself, and the impact was even greater.

After more than a hundred attacks, Ron felt that the crack on the black ball of light not only did not seem to expand in size, it even started to heal up.

"What's going on?" Ron was stunned. Once again, he maneuvered the soul cone to strike again and again, but unfortunately, no matter how hard Ron tried, he couldn't stop the wound from healing.

"Did he fail?"

When Ron saw this, his heart sank. He did not expect that the opportunity he had been waiting for would be lost just like that. He did not know when the next opportunity would come again.

Ron's heart sank as his soul energy returned to its calm state. As Grandpa Khomelin had said, opportunities were common to everyone, but not everyone could grasp them.

Ron was depressed.

Then, with a jolt of his mind, Ron remembered the little stream that ran beneath his feet, the stream that had given him so much inspiration.

Calm heart!

Ron seemed to have grasped something. He felt as if he were trying to grab something, but he seemed unable to grab anything.

Letting out a small breath of foul air, Ron forced himself to calm down and enter a state of cultivation. For the moment, his mind was blank.

After a while, it was strange, but the originally calm soul force suddenly surged again, growing exponentially.

Ron's brows twitched slightly, but he did not move. Instead, he sat quietly and continued his training.

In his sea of consciousness, Ron's soul power began to rise as it began to frantically move. The water in the sea seemed to be boiling over as black balls of light continuously revolved in the sky, emitting a majestic soul force.

Violent soul power frantically surged out, and Ron's body couldn't help but tremble as well, and the sky above his sea of consciousness began to shatter.

According to his usual habit, Ron would control the berserk soul force to break through the thick barrier, but at this moment, he gave up and allowed the soul force to strike against the thick barrier.

Calm heart!

He put down his obsession and allowed nature to take its course. This was a Realm of Transcendence!

And at this time, the sky inside the Sea of Consciousness began to crack and collapse. Countless soul forces crazily surged out, and at this time, the thick barrier finally cracked open.

Ron's mind boomed, and a feeling like electricity coursed through his entire body. For a moment, every inch of his body felt incredibly comfortable, every pore filled with joy.

"Done!"

Ron slowly opened his eyes. The moment he saw the world, he felt that the world had changed.

It was an extremely mysterious feeling. This feeling was not only related to the improvement of his soul power, but also to the ascension of his realm.

Realm!

Ron finally understood what this was like. It was a mysterious feeling that had nothing to do with soul force, but somehow, there seemed to be some sort of connection.

Lifting his hand slightly, Ron quietly looked at his palm. It was a feeling of being filled with power, and the soul force within his body seemed to be out of his control as it surged forth.

"Intermediate level Necromancer!"

Ron understood that this was a leap in his soul power, and for a moment he had not gotten used to his strength.

With his mind focused, Ron returned to his sea of consciousness and saw that his sea of consciousness was staring at him with wide eyes.

"How is this possible?"

His sea of consciousness had expanded by more than ten times, turning the lake-like sea of consciousness into a vast ocean. Looking at the flowing water on the ground, Ron realized that these things were his soul force.

"It actually increased so much?"

Ron was pleasantly surprised, but at the same time, he found it hard to believe. Grandpa Hou Meilin once said that after becoming a necromancer, every advancement is a huge leap. It's just that this leap is a bit too exaggerated for Ron.

Overall, Ron was still very happy that he was able to break through to become an intermediate level necromancer. This showed that he was one step closer to giving Grandpa Hou Meilin a chance to take revenge.

Looking up at the sky, there was a black figure floating in the air, and Ron knew that this was his soul, and that the size of the soul meant that it had become much stronger.

"Looks like this time's harvest was not bad. My strength should have greatly increased …" Ron smiled.

At this time, in the sky above his Sea of Consciousness, a spinning vortex attracted his attention.

"What is this?" He let out a cry, and his body soared into the air.

As if a mother were calling for a child, Ron felt as if the swirl had a magic to it that involuntarily drew his body into it.

Entering the whirlpool, Ron's body landed firmly on the ground, and the scenery around him was always familiar.

"This is a soul ring!"

Ron finally understood where he was, and the familiar smell was so intimate that his eyes widened in surprise as he looked around him.

Ron's soul flew up and he quietly looked at the pile of bones below. Following the mountainous pile of bones, he arrived at the familiar Undead Castle.

Ron had been here more than once, but it was all so mysterious to him.

Seeing Ron, the eyes of the two giant skeletons flashed red. The giant axe in their hands disappeared and they opened up a path.

Ron nodded and followed the familiar road into the undead castle.

Nothing had changed much. This soul ring was like a strange space, and time seemed to have disappeared from its body.

"Creak —"

Taking a deep breath, Ron gently pushed open the heavy door and saw something familiar inside.

A crystal coffin was left alone, as if it had never moved.

"That is …"

Ron's breathing quickened, and he hurried toward the crystal coffin with a glimmer of hope. He was eager to see his most beloved grandfather, Komelin, asleep in the crystal coffin.

Unfortunately, reality had let him down. The transparent crystal coffin was empty, and Huo Meilin was long gone.

"Did Grandpa Homeren leave after all?"

Though it had been three or four months, Ron still felt sad at the thought of his grandfather, and unknowingly tears welled up in his eyes.

Rönn stood still for a long time in front of the crystal coffin where Grandpa Khomelin had once lain.

"Grandpa Homerin, please believe me! I will definitely avenge you... " said Ron after a long pause.

A slightly aged voice echoed in the hall, the heavy words carrying a trace of determination.

Wiping away his tears, Ron walked quietly to the stone tablet behind the crystal coffin. Grandpa Holmerin told him that there was a cultivation method for Necromancy here, and as long as he had enough talent, he would be able to reach the Saint realm.

With a tap of his finger, the surface of the stone monument began to ripple like water. From within the stone monument, a beam of green light shot out, entering Ron's forehead.

Rönn closed his eyes, quietly perceiving the new necromancy that Grandpa Hou Meilin had taught him.

There were two new Necromancy Magic, one of them was the Curse type "Fear". This was a kind of undead magic that was similar to a spiritual attack, causing the enemy to feel fear towards themselves. Of course, this was useless against opponents with a higher strength than them, while the other was "Summoning the Gargoyle." After learning this undead magic, Ron could ride a three meter tall gargoyle to swim in the sky.

Ron was very pleased with the two new undead magic he had learned, especially the summoning of gargoyles. This meant that he had some ability to fly as well.

To Ron, these two necromancers were not hard to learn. After studying them for a while, Ron decided to leave and try these two new necromancers.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a figure suddenly appeared on the stone, startling Ron.

"What?"

Ron was taken aback, his eyes wide and incredulous.

The figure was none other than Komelin. His eyes were tightly shut as he quietly laid on the stone monument.

"This... This is Grandpa Komelin … "

Ron couldn't believe his eyes.

Carefully, he reached in and "lifted" his grandfather's soul as if it were a baby.

This was just a remnant soul of Hou Meilin. It was not a complete soul, so he didn't know why the remnant soul was attached to the stone tablet.

Ron could see that he was extremely weak at the moment.

"How could this be?"

Rönn held onto the damaged soul of his most beloved grandpa, Holmerin, and could not help but be stunned. See the launch. No ads, please.

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