In the deep of night, when most staff members at the observatory were resting, Ron made his way to the special ritual chamber located in the deepest layer.
The air here was filled with ancient and mysterious energy fluctuations, and the walls were constructed of some sort of living stone that emitted its own light.
It pulsed faintly upon his arrival, as if sensing the emotions of the visitor.
Uther’s projection of the Void Remains hovered like a silver star in the center of the room, surrounded by a complex protective rune array.
These runes continuously changed their patterns and colors, forming a multi-layered protective network.
"Ron, are you ready?"
Uther’s voice carried an uncommon solemnity, with his silver eyes gleaming with profound light:
"The astrology ritual of the Wisdom Constellation is relatively safe, yet caution is still essential. You are about to engage with the deep cosmic information stream."
"I’m prepared, professor."
Ron sat cross-legged on the ritual platform, his expression focused and calm.
In front of him were three precious star crystals, each corresponding to the Hermit Star, Scholar Star, and Observer Star.
Within these crystals seemed to be a miniature starry sky, countless points of light slowly rotating, emitting a mesmerizing beautiful glow.
"These crystals..." Uther gazed at those star crystals:
"Each one refined by ancient mages, they record the memories of the stars and bear the secrets of the cosmos."
"Remember, Ron."
The old professor’s voice became even more profound, carrying a deep warning:
"The astrology ritual is not only about establishing a connection with the stars, but also a perilous act of peering into the essence of the universe.
Even with my protection, you must always maintain your sanity."
He paused for a moment, the projection leaned slightly forward:
"Some knowledge actively seeks a suitable vessel, and you, as such a Primordial Wizard, are precisely their favored target.
If struck too deeply by this information, at best it leads to a split spirit, at worst complete assimilation."
"I understand, professor."
Ron took a deep breath, activating all abilities related to spiritual protection within himself:
"’Hermit’s Knowledge’ will help me maintain rational judgment, and the cultivation experience from ’Star Eater’s Ravings’ has given me some resistance to high-dimensional information."
He chose the most familiar Wisdom Constellation as his target—the Hermit Star, Scholar Star, and the soon-to-be-lit Observer Star.
The first two stars had established a stable spiritual link with him due to long-term cultivation with ’Star Eater’s Ravings.’
While the Observer Star was yet to completely establish contact, it had already achieved a considerable degree of familiarity.
"Very well, begin."
Uther’s projection began to emit stronger silver light.
The protective runes also lit up, providing multiple layers of protection for the entire ritual space.
Ron closed his eyes, his consciousness extended like invisible threads into the depths of the starry sky.
With the formal commencement of the ritual, the three star crystals began to emit a gentle light, resonating perfectly with his spiritual frequencies.
Unlike previous meditations, this connection proved exceptionally smooth.
The deep purple light of the Hermit Star immediately responded to his call, the familiar sense of wisdom brushed through his consciousness like spring breeze;
The silver-white radiance of the Scholar Star followed, bringing the cool power of rational analysis.
"Indeed, established connections have simplified the ritual greatly."
Ron silently assessed his current state, the consumption of spiritual power was significantly less than anticipated.
As the connection deepened, the third star—the Observer Star also began to respond.
The amber light carried with it some ancient wisdom, slowly merging into his spiritual network.
This felt like finding a long-lost puzzle piece, making his entire mental structure more complete.
At the moment when the light from the three stars completely converged, an unprecedented phenomenon occurred.
Ron’s consciousness was suddenly pulled by a massive force, as if falling into an unfathomable vortex.
The surrounding reality began to twist violently, the concepts of time and space blurred into obscurity.
He felt himself rising at an unbelievable speed, breaking the bonds of the material level, arriving at a dimension composed of pure information.
It was a dazzling space.
Countless data streams surged like the Milky Way in the void, each carrying immeasurable information.
These pieces of information were not simple text or images, but pure concepts acting directly on consciousness.
In this flood of information, Ron saw scenes that made his soul tremble.
Here, there was no matter, no energy, only pure concepts and information.
Countless data streams surged like the Milky Way in the void, each containing the complete history of a civilization.
These pieces of information were not text or images, but pure knowledge directly impacting consciousness.
In this ocean of information, Ron saw scenes that made his soul tremble.
A mechanized voice echoed in the void, devoid of emotion, only cold logic:
"Civilization number: 7749-A, species: Mechanized Alliance, development stage: Post-stellar era..."
The image unfolded before him.
It was a civilization entirely composed of machinery, their cities like gigantic gear systems, every resident a precise mechanical creation.
Ron saw the origins of this civilization.
A group of wisdom-seeking beings, longing for perfection, began replacing their organs with mechanical parts to eliminate disease, aging, and death.
Initially, it was just the heart, liver, and other fragile organs, then limbs, sensory systems, eventually even their brains were replaced by quantum computing cores.