Chapter 642 Awakening (10,000)

After summoning Alecius' body, Ron didn't waste much time and quickly gave instructions to Alecius' body. As the white worm's round body continued to squirm, a round A ball-like object emerged from Alecius's mouth.

The ball is the size of a fist.

Appearance appears dark gray.

It looks inconspicuous, and if it is thrown on the ground, you will even wonder where it was a gray stone.

But Ron could clearly feel the terrifying energy contained in this inconspicuous sphere. If the energy in it was released at once, Ron himself would not be able to hold it.

This contains most of the energy of a powerful demigod.

It should have been refined by a certain ancestor.

Without any further hesitation, Ron grabbed the energy ball with one hand and slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, the thick and surging energy rushed towards Ron's body like a turbulent tsunami.

Ron's soul is constantly expanding, contracting, expanding, shrinking. It can even be seen clearly with the naked eye. The pure energy turns into traces and continues to flow through Ron's body, and finally bit by bit Completely integrated with Ron's own energy.

Elsa floated out of Ron's body at some point, her body floating in mid-air, silently looking at the figure below who was concentrating on practicing with a slight arc at the corner of her mouth.

He did better than he imagined.

Perhaps, this time there is really hope that things can be turned around.

After countless hours of entanglement, it may be time to come to an end.

Practicing spiritual practice is a rather slow process.

I don’t know how long passed, but Ron finally opened his eyes and looked at the dark gray sphere in his hand... Well, the sphere was gone long ago and was completely absorbed by Ron, even a little bit of residue was gone. There is nothing left.

After feeling the energy in his body for a while, Ron's face suddenly showed a look of satisfaction. After absorbing the sphere, Ron's realm successfully entered the late stage of destruction.

It's a pity that the energy of this demigod ancestor is not pure.

In addition, due to various reasons such as previous battles and deaths, there was a lot of loss. Ron also suffered a lot of losses when he absorbed it. As a result, this was obviously the energy of a demigod ancestor, but it was unable to absorb Ron's energy. Pushed into the realm of demigods.

He exhaled and raised his eyelids.

His eyes happened to catch sight of Elsa who was sitting in front of her, supporting her chin with her hands and staring at him silently with a pair of big eyes.

"How long have I been practicing?" Ron asked, and as soon as his voice came out, Ron himself was shocked. His voice actually had an indescribable hoarseness.

It can be judged just from the abnormality of the body that this round of practice should have lasted for a long time.

"A year and a half."

Sure enough, Elsa on the opposite side immediately gave the accurate time.

One and a half years is the time of the third level, which means that almost two months have passed in the Dusk Continent. As expected, there is no sun and moon in practice. It is easy to lose track of time in such an immersive practice.

"How is Dusk Continent now?"

"Where's the repairman?" Ron asked again.

"Everything is normal in the Dusk Continent." Elsa shrugged: "As for the repairman, I think that guy is still in a state of rage. In just two months, that guy didn't even have time to calm down from his anger. ”

"There is no way, no one knows how long those existences have been alive. Time is a very vague concept for them."

"After the repairman calms down, he will probably try every means to circumvent the rules of the Twilight Continent."

Ron nodded slightly. He didn't say anything more. He just took out two dark gray balls from Alecius' mouth again, closed his eyes again, and entered into practice.

…

In the continent at dusk, the sun and moon rotate, and the four seasons alternate.

Unconsciously, seven years have passed since the Andre family was destroyed.

Seven years is enough time to change a lot of things.

Just three years ago, Irelia, the White Saint of the Dawn Goddess Church, successfully entered the realm of destruction.

Two years ago, Bloody Sister Cecilia was also successfully destroyed, and two more top powerhouses appeared on the Twilight Continent.

Irelia received part of the power of the Dawn Goddess, and even had the blood of the Dawn Goddess in her body. She also received the inheritance of the Twilight Witch. It is not surprising that she can achieve her current achievements.

Cecilia has received the inheritance of the God of Blood and Destruction, and it is only a matter of time before she achieves destruction.

In addition to others, Lydia, Charlene, Carol, Mirabell, and Agnes also have their own inheritances, and they seem to be only one step away from the realm of destruction, like a thin layer of Window paper.

Hard work can sometimes change things.

But opportunity is equally important.

Arianna and Christian, who lacked such an opportunity, are still in retreat until now.

Obviously they feel that they are very close to the realm of destruction. As long as they take that step, they can successfully reach a new level, but that step is always difficult to take.

For Ron, the time spent was obviously longer.

When Ron opened his eyes again, he even felt that his spirit had become a little vicissitudes.

A pair of eyes that are as calm as ever.

It seemed as if nothing in this world could cause Ron to be upset.

How long had he been practicing? Ron himself could no longer remember, thirty years, fifty years, seventy years, or a hundred years? For Ron, time seemed to have completely lost its meaning.

The energy swallowed by Arria had been completely absorbed by Ron, and even the soul of the God of Decay and Decay had been digested by Ron.

At this moment, Ron's realm had already reached the peak of the Destruction Realm. In fact, with the energy Ron absorbed now, he could have reached a higher realm, but Ron did not do so.

On the one hand, if you want to become a demigod, you must pass the tribulation.

The Soul Ferry Boat is a very special place, and no tribulation will occur on the Dusk Continent.

On the other hand, Ron was consciously limiting his own strength.

Ron knew very well that he had been targeted by the repairman a long time ago. Even if he was hiding in the Soul Ferry Boat and not in the Dusk Continent, the repairman could not find his trace for the time being, but as soon as he appeared in the Dusk Continent, he would be completely locked by the repairman.

Now, the title that the repairman hates the most has probably already been transferred from Archibald and the last Dusk King to himself.

If his strength grows too fast and causes the repairman to be wary, it will definitely not be a good thing. He might do something crazy. Ron is not ready to confront the repairman head-on.

But now, Ron has reached his limit and he has to wake up from his retreat.

Crack.

Just as Ron opened his eyes, a crisp sound like something breaking came from all around. With a slightly confused look, he saw that the dragon crystals and top-grade magic stones that originally filled the third layer of the Soul Ferry had long lost their original luster and turned into ordinary glass.

And these ordinary glasses seemed to have reached their limit. With a crisp sound, they all broke, leaving only a thick layer of residue on the ground.

The energy in so many dragon crystals was also exhausted.

Huh...

Ron exhaled lightly.

Obviously, Ron is now in a pure soul state. He doesn't need to breathe, but he still exhales air, and the white mist is about one foot long.

His eyes gradually regained focus. Not far ahead, there is still Elsa's figure. After such a long time, Elsa seems to have never changed her posture. She sits quietly opposite Ron, supporting her chin with both hands, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Wake up."

"Yes, wake up, how long has it been?"

"It's been eighty-nine years on the Soul Ferry..."

Eighty-nine years?

Ron felt a little lost.

It's really a long time. Although it's only on the Soul Ferry, and although Ron has been practicing in seclusion, the passage of time will inevitably have some impact on Ron's soul.

Is it more mature?

Or more vicissitudes?

"It's time to go back." After thinking for a while, Ron said.

"Have you considered it?" Elsa immediately raised her eyebrows. She knew very well what would happen if Ron returned to the Dusk Continent now, and she believed that Ron knew it well too.

That feeling was very strange, just like a certain induction that would appear out of thin air after reaching a certain level of strength.

Ron exhaled again, and then nodded heavily.

Then he no longer hesitated, and walked out with his head held high.

After arriving on the deck, Ron took out the Eye of Secrets. Under the Eye of Secrets, Ron saw that a large number of sea snakes had climbed up the side of the hull. It seemed that it would not take long for these sea snakes to completely climb onto the deck.

The densely entangled figures of the sea snakes made Ron feel a sense of oppression in his chest.

After a short pause, Ron's consciousness gradually sank.

His soul was detaching from the Soul Ferry, returning to the Dusk Continent, and returning to his body.

...

This is a special space.

This place is very big, with solid stone walls on all sides, and rooms carved out of the stone walls. The ceiling above is inlaid with top-grade magic stones, projecting soft white light, so that this place does not feel gloomy and dark at all.

This is Philomena's home, where Philomena grew up.

This is a mountain, with a hollowed-out interior.

The last time Philomena and Ron came here together, the entire ground was still covered with thick dust, but now the dust has disappeared, and the entire mountain belly is clean, neat and tidy, without a speck of dust.

In the air, some curling smoke floats.

It makes this lonely space a little more lively.

The crackling sound of burning matches tore through the dead silence in the mountain belly.

A girl in a sky blue floral dress hummed slightly from her mouth, as if it was some kind of ancient tune, and a white and tender little hand was turning a long spear in her hand, with a rabbit on the spear and a burning flame below.

Under the scorching fire, the rabbit's surface made a sizzling sound, and drops of fat continued to seep out of the rabbit meat.

With the other hand, he pinched a little seasoning and sprinkled it, and the rich fragrance immediately spread in this quiet space.

The girl was petite, only 1.5 meters tall.

She has a slender body and fair skin. Just looking at these, it is hard to imagine that such a little girl can easily suppress a dragon and fight against a demigod-level master.

Her hair is very long. When she sits on a stone bench, her ice-blue hair almost covers a large area of ​​the ground around her.

This girl is Philomena.

Perhaps because she has returned to her hometown, even if there is no one else at home, Philomena still feels a different sense of security, so she doesn't need to disguise herself anymore. She took off her thick armor and put on her favorite little skirt.

"Slurp."

A strange sound came from the corner of Philomena's mouth.

Under the reflection of the firelight, you can clearly see a crystal flash at the corner of Philomena's mouth.

When she is outside, Philomena pays attention to etiquette, but she doesn't have so many concerns at home.

Her eyes are flashing.

After all, she is very hungry.

She had not been idle in the past few years. She spent most of her time practicing hard. She had almost used up all the dragon crystals that Ron had given her before. This time, she practiced for several months. Although her strength had indeed improved, her stomach was growling with hunger.

In fact, for masters of their level, food was no longer a necessity.

Not to mention a few months, even if she didn't eat for several years or decades, her body functions would not be affected at all.

But the feeling of being hungry for a long time was ultimately unbearable torture.

So this time, as soon as she came out of retreat, Philomena immediately left the mountain and searched for a wild rabbit around. Fortunately, the storage ring had a fresh-keeping function. Although a long time had passed, the seasonings had not expired. Otherwise, no matter how crispy the rabbit was, it would taste like chewing wax without seasonings.

Feeling that the rabbit was almost roasted, Philomena didn't care about her status and dignity as a young lady. She reached out and grabbed a rabbit leg. The sizzling grease could not cause any harm to Philomena's delicate fingers. With a slight twist, the rabbit leg was pulled down by Philomena.

As if it was a habit, Philomena reached behind her: "Here, do you want to eat something? My cooking skills are pretty good."

Just behind Philomena, there was a person lying.

A man, wearing a pure white robe.

About 1.85 meters tall, with a handsome face.

But the man seemed to be asleep, lying quietly on the stone slab, motionless, even if he heard Philomena's voice, he didn't give any response.

The smile on Philomena's face was slightly stiff, and her fingers stayed in the air. After a long time, Philomena sighed helplessly and took back the rabbit leg.

Philomena had long been accustomed to such a scene.

The man behind her was Ron.

After the fall of the Andre family, Ron came here with Philomena after explaining some things in Granville and the Spang Theocracy. Philomena didn't know what Ron was going to do.

But living with a man made Philomena feel a little ashamed.

But this shame didn't last too long. Ron took off a storage ring and handed it to Philomena. The storage ring was filled with dragon bones, dragon meat and dragon crystals.

After Philomena took the ring, Ron lay on the ground and fell asleep.

If Ron didn't have normal breathing, normal heartbeat, and no physical function was affected, Philomena would even suspect that Ron was dead.

This sleep lasted for more than seven years.

For more than seven years, Philomena has been guarding Ron, even when practicing.

Every time she filled her stomach, she would subconsciously hand Ron a piece, but every time, she would not get any response.

No one knew how long it would take for Ron to wake up. Philomena stayed by Ron's side until everything became a habit.

Sighing, Philomena smiled bitterly and shook her head, then brought the rabbit leg to her mouth, tore off a small piece and chewed it in her mouth. The barbecue that originally felt fragrant, at this moment, could not detect any taste.

"That..."

"I think it's good to eat something, and I'm hungry too."

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind!

Chapter 2 is here