"Master, are you going to cast a spell?"
Dale asked excitedly, her large purple-blue eyes shimmering with anticipation: "Can I help?"
"Just watch this time." Ron smiled as he patted her head:
"This new magic isn’t stable enough. For safety’s sake, all of you should stand back a little."
The three of them retreated to a safe distance. Ron took a deep breath and began to construct the magic model.
This time, he didn’t rush to release it. Instead, he first sorted through the rhythm of the ravings in his mind, allowing them to naturally merge into the energy structure of the sound wave vibration.
When the two types of energy reached perfect resonance, Ron suddenly opened his eyes and issued a command to the stone pedestal:
— Sound Wave Oscillation - Erosion State!
An invisible ripple spread out from his palm, striking the hard stone pedestal.
The surface of the pedestal didn’t immediately show signs of erosion as expected, but over time, a strange transformation began to appear:
The texture of the stone pedestal started to twist as if rearranged by some invisible force from within.
Dozens of seconds later, the entire stone pedestal suddenly emitted a muffled sound, surface densely covered with cracks, then imploded in a miraculous way, turning into a pile of dust.
"This... is simply unbelievable."
Lilia stared at the pile of dust in shock, her voice trembling slightly: "It looks like it was dissolved by some force from within."
"Amazing!" Dale clapped excitedly, her face full of admiration:
"Master’s magic is truly marvelous!"
Ailan remained silent, but a trace of worry flashed in her emerald eyes.
As a plant life form close to nature, she could more profoundly sense the terror contained in this magic.
Ron himself was also somewhat surprised.
This effect far exceeded his calculations, even he felt the power surged a bit too quickly.
The eroding sound waves not only destroyed the physical structure of the stone pedestal but seemed to affect some of its essence, causing it to lose the ability to maintain its form.
"This kind of effect..." he murmured to himself:
"It’s like ’concept erosion’ described in the Abyssal Creatures Atlas."
He recalled the descriptions from that forbidden book about the upper layers of the abyss.
The energy there no longer adheres to ordinary physical laws but directly influences the concept and essence of things.
The Erosion Chapter also seemed to exhibit similar traits, albeit to a much lesser extent.
He nodded to the three of them, signaling they could continue with their activities, and returned to the laboratory alone.
The progress was too fast... Was it because the effects of "ravings" and sound wave vibration were overly compatible?
Or had this set of introductory methods from the so-called "Crown Meditation Technique" begun to gradually show its unique terrifying traits?
In any case, at least for the current stage, the extending eroding effects of sound wave vibration undoubtedly provided him with a significant advantage in battle.
And with just six syllables, it could demonstrate such frightening power. If truly woven into a complete composition and then amplified with an amplifier, he couldn’t even imagine the effect...
......
"Dale, focus!"
In the training ground, Ron sternly watched the little sea siren who constantly got distracted.
Dale was trying hard to maintain the stable form of a water ball, but her attention was clearly elsewhere.
Specifically, on a batch of newly bloomed flowers that Ailan had planted on the other side of the courtyard.
"I’m sorry, Master."
Dale stuck out her tongue, a bit embarrassed as she withdrew her gaze and refocused on the water ball in front of her.
Ron shook his head and smiled wryly:
"Alright, today’s training is over for now. You can go look at those flowers, but don’t touch them; some might irritate the sea siren’s skin."
"Great! Thank you, Master!"
Dale cheered, the water ball instantly lost control and became a puddle, but the little sea siren had already hopped and skipped towards Ailan’s side.
Watching Dale’s departing figure, Ron sighed slightly.
The growth of the little sea siren was astonishing, but her attention was still easily distracted, which was an area he needed to focus on training.
"Since that’s the case, I can concentrate on practicing." Ron mumbled to himself as he took a small bag of fine sand from his pocket.
Ever since learning the "Flowing Shield Wall" magic from Hayek, he had invested a considerable amount of time into practice, but the progress was relatively slow.
This one-ring magic’s precision demands exceeded any spell he had encountered before.
Even with a complete magic model, truly mastering its essence remained incredibly challenging.
Ron poured a small handful of sand into his palm, took a deep breath, and began guiding his spiritual power into each tiny grain.
Although he had thought of using Soul Steel as a medium, at this early stage, he could only practice using basic materials.
Spiritual power fell like fine rain, evenly covering every grain of sand, causing them to float up and form a palm-sized small shield.
"First step successful..."
Ron maintained this state and then attempted to gradually expand the shield’s range while ensuring that the energy density in every area remained perfectly consistent.
This process tested the precision of spiritual control immensely; any fluctuation could cause the entire structure to collapse.
Just as the shield extended to about half a meter in diameter, a voice called from afar:
"Teacher, there’s a guest looking for you."
Ron’s attention was interrupted, the shield immediately wobbled, but he quickly adjusted his mindset and stabilized the energy flow.