Ron did not show any surprise, just waited for the other party to continue.
Though Reynolds’ honesty gave him a slight surprise, this straightforward attitude actually aligns with the principles of interactions among Official Wizards.
No unnecessary concealment, only necessary reservation.
"A Primordial Wizard promoted through the Path of Truth has magic power fluctuations that are completely different from conventional paths."
Reynolds’ gaze fell upon the Wizard Badge on Ron’s chest, around the eerie black-glowing violin pattern, there was a barely perceptible gold edge:
"The gold border on your Magic Emblem is one of the signs, difficult to fake, and impossible to hide."
Ron looked down at his insignia and indeed noticed the faint golden glow.
During his time at the Black Mist School, Hayek and Soron, his acquaintances, never wore badges, leading him to lack comparative reference and neglect this detail.
"As you see, some of my peculiarities indeed cannot be completely hidden."
Reynolds shook his head:
"In the Central Lands, hiding one’s strength is the most foolish behavior.
There is no habit of masking here; only by showcasing actual strength can one earn the respect and equal treatment of other wizards.
There is a fundamental disparity between Official Wizards and Apprentices, ordinary Extraordinary individuals.
And as seeds of Great Wizards, Primordial Wizards naturally receive special courtesy—this is the basic rule in this world where strength is king."
His explanation stirred Ron’s heart slightly.
"Speaking of Primordial Wizards..."
Reynolds took a sip of wine, his tone suddenly becoming distant:
"Before you emerged, the entire Wizard World had the greatest hope for a successful promotion through the Path of Truth pinned actually on the unique daughter engineered by Great Wizard Cassandra through special means."
"Unique daughter?" He felt slightly surprised.
Given his understanding of wizard physiology, those at the Great Wizard Level have almost completely transcended the realm of regular life forms, making it difficult to reproduce through normal means.
Curiosity flickered in Ron’s eyes, he put down his utensils, listening attentively.
This kind of internal information at the Great Wizard level is extremely valuable, far exceeding the content recorded in general books.
"The embryo nurturing of that girl took Great Wizard Cassandra a whole fifty years."
Reynolds’ tone carried an undeniable reverence:
"It’s said she invested hundreds of rare materials and countless efforts, even contributed part of her own virtual skeleton structure, all to create the perfect successor—a being inherently aligned with the Path of Truth."
Ron’s heartbeat unconsciously quickened somewhat.
This modification to the essence of life far transcends the realm of regular bloodline modulation, touching upon the deeper mysteries of life creation, which happens to be one of his core research areas.
"What was the result?" He controlled his voice so that it sounded merely ordinarily curious.
Reynolds sighed, shaking his head:
"The result is a painfully ironic paradox. Her talent indeed exceeded imagination—it’s said she possessed near-Intermediate Apprentice intensity of magic power at birth, and had an astonishing comprehension of various extraordinary knowledge.
But it was precisely this overly powerful talent, coupled with the magic-rich environment of the Central Lands, that led to a rare ’Demon Devouring’ symptom."
"Demon Devouring..." Ron repeated softly, frowning slightly.
He had seen this term in some scattered pages, but the records were extremely fragmentary, mostly of a warning nature, lacking detailed descriptions.
"Simply put, it’s when the growth rate of magic power in the body far surpasses the limit the body and spirit can bear."
Reynolds explained, his voice full of regret:
"Like a bottle with limited capacity being filled with liquid that never stops, inevitably overflowing and eventually destroying the container itself.
Magic power begins to uncontrollably erode flesh and spirit, causing various unpredictable mutations."