Like a reservoir constantly expanding, already far surpassing the period of an Advanced Apprentice.
Outside the window, the morning in Town 69 had already begun to bustle.
Gray smoke rose from chimneys of every house, blending with the low clouds in the sky, like rice paper dyed with light ink.
Faint energy traces were faintly visible in the smoke, a result of the Abyssal aura interacting with ordinary combustible materials.
Ron got up and waved his hand casually.
The teapot in the room floated automatically, pouring a cup of tea at the right temperature, which floated steadily to his side.
The surface of the tea was as calm as a mirror, not a drop spilled, showing his gradually increasing precision in magic control skills.
This delicate magic control was almost an impossible task before becoming an Official Wizard.
Even with the aid of magic like the "Ring of Brilliance," it was difficult to achieve such precise control.
At most, objects could be moved roughly, rather than performing complex maneuvers so flexibly.
But now, with the increased activation and smoothness of magic flow, it was merely a reflection of his casual thoughts.
He took a sip of tea, feeling the warm liquid flow down his throat into his body.
"The refinement of spiritual power and magic control is one of the most notable changes after a wizard’s advancement."
Ron pondered, magic condensing between his fingers, forming a tiny point of light.
A while ago, he had tried to keep such a point of light stable, but it always collapsed in less than three seconds.
But now, the light danced at his fingertip.
Sometimes it transformed into a vividly lifelike butterfly, sometimes into a budding flower.
Each transformation was precise to an Astonishing degree, even capable of simulating the intricate patterns on the butterfly’s wings and the veins on the petals.
He could even let this point of light pass through walls and still maintain its shape on the other side, the precision of such control was simply inconceivable.
"However, flying still remains a problem to be solved."
Ron pondered, looking out the window at a few slightly larger birds with dark gray feathers gliding across the high sky.
Their flying posture was remarkably graceful, able to maintain basic balance even in turbulent air.
Placing the teacup back on the table, Ron walked to the window, gently raising his hand.
An invisible force lifted his body, causing him to slowly rise half a meter off the ground.
This floating effect could indeed achieve the effect of flight in a short time, but the speed was average and precise direction control was difficult.
He slightly adjusted the magic output, allowing himself to spin in a circle in the air, then move forward two steps, and finally stop steadily in place.
The entire process seemed simple but consumed a considerable amount of magic power.
Like using a goblet to drink water, neither economical nor practical.
Releasing the magic, he landed back on the ground, a slight frown on his brow.
"The Crystal Tower must have specialized flying spells."
Ron formulated a plan in his mind:
"Or more efficient spatial jumping spells, like ’Instant Movement.’ This can be listed as one of the first topics to study upon reaching the Central Lands."
Proper flying spells not only drastically reduce magic consumption but also significantly improve speed and stability.
Making flight a practical mode of transportation, rather than a luxurious waste of magic power.
And "Instant Movement" is evidently more difficult, it’s said that Wizards below a Great Wizard wanting such a spell, must possess a special talent related to space, or use special casting mediums.
But its applicability far exceeds general movement spells, unrestricted by distance and obstacles, it can be said to be the pinnacle of all movement spells.
Just then, a soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
He spoke lightly, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, Ailan’s graceful figure appearing at the doorway.
The tree spirit’s green vines shimmered in the sunlight, and the face of the simple, marble-sculpture-like woman wore the soft expression as always.
"Master, Ethan’s guide has been waiting outside for quite some time."
Ailan’s voice was like a breeze brushing through the leaves:
"He said that special commerce in the Shadow Area usually only happens during the day; if you want to take a look, it’s best to set out now. It’s said that some explorers have just returned from the Abyss today, bringing back a batch of rare items."
Ron nodded and stood up.
This was indeed one of his goals for this trip — to find the rare materials needed to construct a simulation battle device and suitable fusion carriers for the various "cores" of the Chimera Bloodline.
"Tell him I’ll be there soon. I need to prepare some collection containers and testing tools first, there might be active tissue samples needing handling."
Ailan nodded gently, silently leaving the room.
Ron walked to the window, watching the gradually brightening sky, a barely noticeable expectation appearing at the corner of his mouth.
In the Spiritual World, that half-lit Hermit Star still flickered with intermittent light, patiently waiting for the moment it would be fully illuminated.
This moment might soon arrive, for each acquisition of new knowledge, each insight into the essence of the world, makes this star symbolizing wisdom closer to a state of full awakening.
Just as he was about to proceed, an energy fluctuation came from behind, accompanied by crisp footsteps.
Ron turned around to see a young woman in airship uniform walking briskly towards him.
"Wizard Ralph?"
The woman gave a slight bow, her voice respectful:
"I am Marian, the chief steward of the ’Dawnwalker,’ and the captain has sent me to inform you of a message."
Ron nodded, motioning for her to continue, curious inside as to why the airship’s management would specifically send someone to find him.