Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 246 Millennium
"These two puppets represent two different training philosophies of the Corona Breathing Technique."

Andrei explained slowly, his voice carrying a hint of longing and reverence for the power of his ancestors:

"The left side's tendency towards explosiveness and conquest represents the 'path of conquest,' which involves forcibly harnessing the energy of the sun to obtain extreme power in a short period of time."

The one on the right represents the 'path of symbiosis,' achieving a more lasting and stable boost in power through harmonious coexistence with the energy of the Sun.

"I see," Ron said, turning to Andrei and considering for a moment before replying.
“Andrei, I wish to take the doll on the right and a corona emblem as a basis for in-depth research into the ‘Corona Breathing Technique.’ In exchange.”

He took out a carefully sealed wooden box from his spatial bag.

He carefully opened the box, inside which were twelve bottles of potions emitting a faint golden light, each radiating almost perfect energy fluctuations.

"This is my improved bloodline activation potion. It has been carefully formulated and balanced, and its effect is at least 30% better than the version you used before, while the side effects have been reduced by 40%. It incorporates some of the characteristics of your purified bloodline, which can greatly improve the success rate and bloodline purity."

Ron's voice was calm, but his eyes gleamed with pride in his work:

"The activation success rate is about 70%. You can use this as a legacy item to ensure that each generation can reliably produce a Crimson Dragon bloodline knight. This will at least guarantee that your bloodline will not lose much power within three or four hundred years."

Andrei's eyes lit up, his golden pupils dilating slightly with excitement.

He knew all too well what this meant.

The ability to consistently produce knights with the bloodline of the Crimson Dragon is the most stable cornerstone for maintaining rule!
"Deal!" Andrei agreed without hesitation, his tone revealing undisguised joy.
“I will give you a copy of the manuscript of ‘Corona Breathing’, as well as this ‘ancestral puppet’ and the corona emblem that symbolize the way of symbiosis.”

He turned to Kulen and gave the order directly:
"You will begin the copying process tonight, ensuring that every detail is accurate."

Kulen hesitated, a hint of uncertainty flashing in the old man's eyes.

But under Andrei's unwavering gaze, he finally nodded silently and turned to arrange for the copying of the manuscript.

The Royal Suite is located in the quietest corner of the east wing of the palace and is a luxurious residence reserved for VIPs.

Crystal chandeliers hang from the soaring ceiling, casting a soft glow that reflects on the exquisite furniture and tapestries.

A huge four-poster bed occupied the center of the bedroom, with sheets made of the finest silk that felt as smooth as flowing water.

But these luxuries were meaningless to Ron; his entire focus was on the mysterious crystal doll.

He carefully placed the puppet inside a specially prepared energy isolation array, and a blue light curtain immediately surrounded it, isolating it from external energy interference.

Ron then began a thorough “supernatural identification,” his mental energy slowly penetrating every corner of the puppet like a fine probe.

As his mental power probed deeper, the internal structure of the puppet gradually became clear in Ron's consciousness, like a detailed three-dimensional map.

The core was indeed as he had thought—a "Sun Essence," containing the bloodline essence carefully extracted by the first generation of Sun Knights.

To Ron's slight disappointment, the surface of the solidified stone had developed a solid energy shell after years of erosion.

The outer shell is almost integrated with the inner essence, like a thick layer of rust covering precious metal.

To purify the "Sun Essence," extremely sophisticated equipment is required. With the simple alchemy furnaces currently stored in his space bag, it would be difficult to purify it effectively.

Ron tapped his fingers lightly on the table, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes:
"Perhaps only after we reach the Crystal Spire, with more advanced equipment and a more complete knowledge system, will we be able to attempt this highly difficult purification process."

Although he couldn't immediately use the congealed stone to replenish the damaged "Sun's Blessing" within his body, Ron wasn't discouraged.

In comparison, the final stage of the "Corona Breathing Technique" is more worthy of his current research.

He opened the manuscript and carefully unfolded the first page.

The writing on it was not ordinary writing, but a special kind of runes.

These runes are a special way of recording information, and only those who possess a certain degree of "Sun's Blessing" can fully understand their profound meaning.

As he poured his spiritual energy into it, the runes on the manuscript began to glow faintly, and a peculiar resonance formed between him and the manuscript.

The originally obscure and difficult-to-understand runes gradually became clear, transforming into vivid cultivation diagrams and detailed explanations.

Information flooded into Ron's consciousness like a tidal wave, giving him a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

"I see. The final stage of the Corona Breathing Technique is called 'Wheel of Radiance'."

As Ron delved deeper into his reading, he gradually came to understand the complete system of this breathing technique.

Previously, he only grasped the basics, but now, the entire system is finally unfolding before him.

The Corona Breathing Technique is divided into four stages, each with its own unique goals and practice methods:

The first stage, "Body Tempering," involves using special breathing techniques and postures, combined with the application of hot essential oils, to strengthen the physical body and prepare it to bear more powerful energy.
The second stage, "spiritual communication," builds upon the first stage by establishing a preliminary connection between consciousness and solar energy, enabling practitioners to perceive and guide minute amounts of solar energy.
The third stage, "Blood Vein Activation," maintains the activated state of the blood veins through lava drippings, constructs blood vein circuits within the body, and allows the solar energy to circulate and flow within the body, forming a preliminary solar system.

The final fourth stage, "Wheel of Radiance," integrates the achievements of the first three stages to construct a complete miniature "stellar system."

This allows practitioners to not only guide solar energy, but also purify, strengthen, and shape it.

Once the initial balance of the "stellar system" is achieved, one can become a "Sun Knight" and contend with formal wizards.

Beyond that lies the ultimate realm of "the human body is the sun," which exists only in imagination.

“No wonder there are so few Sun Knights in history.” Ron’s eyes gleamed with amazement.
"This path has extremely high requirements for bloodline and talent. Without the complete 'Sun's Blessing,' it is impossible to start the final stage of cultivation."

The final form of the Sun Knight—"Radiant Wheel"—is further divided into three key steps:
The first is "Sun Resonance," which uses special breathing techniques and postures to create a special resonance between the "Sun's Blessing" within the body and the sun in the sky, forming an energy resonance circuit and thus obtaining a continuous source of Sun energy.

Secondly, there is "Bone and Blood Fusion," which involves channeling the energy of the sun into the bones and blood to comprehensively strengthen and transform the body.

This allows the body to hold more solar energy, while also making each part of the body a center for the storage and transformation of solar energy.

Finally, there is the "Radiant Configuration," which constructs a miniature "stellar system" within the body.

This system consists of dozens of energy nodes, forming a complex network.

Once formed, it allows cultivators to control the energy of the sun as freely as they would their own limbs, creating a special energy armor called the "Sun Crown Armor".

This armor is both a powerful defense and a terrifying weapon.

"The sun-corona armor is not only a form of protection, but also a symbol of power."

Ron continued reading, his eyes growing brighter and brighter:

"It can withstand most physical attacks, and at the same time, it can convert some energy attacks into its own power, forming a virtuous cycle."

The "Corona Sword Technique" he had previously mastered was only the foundation of this system, focusing on external moves and footwork.

The current manuscript reveals the true core of the matter: how to perfectly integrate the energy of the sun into every movement, so that every sword strike carries the power of the sun.

"I see. It's not that the technique itself is so complex, but rather that the use of energy requires such precise control."

“No wonder most wizards have little interest in the breathing techniques,” Ron mused, a sudden realization flashing in his eyes.
"The time and effort required for this route are simply too high."

In the wizarding world, time and energy are the most precious resources.

If an ordinary wizard needs ready-made combat power, he can simply modify the bloodline of a slave to create a custom combat puppet.

There's no need to spend over a decade personally training on a non-mainstream path of chivalry.

Wizards seek the shortest path to knowledge and power, but while the Corona Breathing Technique is powerful, it is far too circuitous and convoluted.

Only those who cannot progress further on the wizarding path will turn to the arduous path of the knight.

"But for me, this is a perfect opportunity."

The final part of the manuscript records some cases of failure and warnings.

Some cultivators, in their eagerness for quick results, forcibly wield solar energy beyond their capacity, ultimately causing their internal energy to go berserk, resulting in severe injuries or even complete annihilation.

Some cultivators made mistakes while constructing their "stellar systems," causing energy circuits to become disordered, turning them into walking "high-energy bombs" that could explode at any moment. This shows that in the extraordinary world, there are no shortcuts; every bit of power must be earned with equivalent risk and sacrifice.

As night deepened, Ron remained engrossed in studying the manuscript, showing no signs of fatigue.

For a seeker of knowledge, nothing is more exciting than discovering new systems of power.

The footsteps of the guards outside the door had changed three times, and the moon outside the window had quietly set in the west, but Ron showed no sign of resting.

As a certified wizard, his mental state far surpasses that of ordinary people, allowing him to easily go for several days without sleep or rest.

………………

After lunch the next day, Ron decided it was time to leave the kingdom.

"Are you satisfied with the treasure trove's contents?" Andrei asked, leading him to the reception room prepared especially for him.

"Not bad," Ron nodded.
“The manuscript of ‘Corona Breathing’ is more detailed than I imagined, and the ‘ancestral puppet’ is also very useful to me.”

The two men sat down in the spacious reception room, and the servants served them carefully prepared tea and refreshments before leaving the two old friends alone.

"To be honest, I'm really envious of you."

Andrei picked up his teacup and looked out the window into the distance: "To be able to keep moving forward, to always be on the path of pursuing a higher realm."

Ron looked at Andre, the former down-on-his-luck prince who had gradually transformed into a king, no longer showing the hesitation and cowardice of his youth.

"Everyone has their own responsibilities," he said calmly.

"Your mission is to govern the country and perpetuate the monarchy; while my path is to explore the unknown and pursue the essence."

Andrei sighed softly: "Intellectually, I understand that, of course, but..."

He paused, a fleeting hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes:

"After this parting, I may never see you again in my life."

Ron was slightly taken aback and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Yes, for an ordinary person, several decades is a lifetime;
For a formal wizard, this is merely a brief chapter in a long life.

Seeing this, Andrei shook his head and sighed softly:
"It seems I guessed right. Someone like you probably rarely looks back on these worldly affairs, right?"

At this point, the blond youth suddenly laughed.

That relaxed smile seemed to bring them back to their teenage years when they first met:
"It's alright, I know this is a difficult question to answer, but I have a request..."

He paused, his gaze becoming unusually serious:
"If one day I turn into a handful of dust, I hope you will have time to visit my grave. I wonder what the Kingdom of Farouk will look like then."

Ron took a deep breath and nodded solemnly:

“I promise you, Andrei. No matter how long it takes, I will return to see your kingdom and your tomb.”

Andrei smiled with satisfaction, all the worry in his eyes vanishing.

"That's good. Before that, I will work hard to make the Kingdom of Farouk stronger, so that you will be amazed when you return."

The two looked at each other and smiled, briefly forgetting the vast difference in their lifespans, simply enjoying this rare friendship.

"It's getting late, I should get going. I might not be back until everything is finished..."

He stood up, a complex emotion welling up inside him.

Andrei was silent for a moment, then looked out the window at the darkening sky: "The end, what does it mean to end?"

"A thousand years from now, anyway, none of us will live that long."

Upon hearing this, Andrei's lips curled into a bitter smile:
"You might live that long, but I... I'm afraid I'll turn to dust within a hundred years."

His gaze shifted to Ron, his golden, vertical pupils flashing with complex emotions:
"When you walk into the world a thousand years from now, my descendants may only regard you as a legend and revere you."

Ron did not respond immediately, his gaze passing over Andrei and landing on the royal family crest on the wall.

The golden corona symbol shone brightly under the lights, like a silent witness.

Even a thousand years will eventually come to an end.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his tone carrying a sense of world-weariness beyond his years:
"But some things are eternal, like memories, like promises."

Andrei was somewhat moved, but quickly regained his composure: "I hope so."

"Then, farewell." The black-robed wizard took a step forward and spoke calmly.

Andrei took a deep breath, then solemnly performed a knightly salute:

May the stars guide your way, and may fate favor your journey.

Ron responded with a wizard's salute—his right hand on his chest and a slight nod:

"May the sun shine upon your land, and may your descendants carry on your glory."

The two exchanged a smile, their unspoken understanding and affection conveyed without words.

Ron turned and left, his robes fluttering slightly behind him like a black sailboat about to set sail.

Andrei stood there, watching his friend who had changed his destiny leave, his eyes filled with both reluctance and anticipation.

He knew this might be the last time he ever saw the other person.

But this friendship, this connection, will forever remain in his memory, becoming one of his most precious treasures.

The black-robed wizard waved his hand behind him and did not turn back.

He walked out of the palace gates, where Ailan had already prepared a carriage.

The tree spirit keenly sensed its master's emotional fluctuations, but wisely refrained from asking any questions and simply opened the car door respectfully.

The carriage drove into the thick haze and gradually disappeared on the distant horizon.

Ron clasped his hands together, toying with the corona emblem in his palms, his thoughts drifting to that unknown world.

The Crystal Spire, the heart of the wizarding world, is about to welcome an extraordinary visitor.

Time flies, and life is ever-changing.

He murmured to himself, his gaze fixed on the endless fields and the distant, hazy mountains outside the car window:

"When I return here, everything on this land will probably be completely different."

A peculiar sense of loneliness enveloped him, a melancholy unique to the immortal.

But soon, his eyes regained their firmness.

"This is the path I chose myself."

Ron took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes: "No matter how many thorns and fog lie ahead, I will clear them all away."

The carriage continued its journey, carrying the young wizard into the next chapter of his destiny.

Behind him are memories and attachments that will gradually fade with time, as well as family ties and friendships that are destined to be separated.

This is the wizard's destiny—to pursue eternity and truth, yet be forced to accept the transience of all coexisting relationships.

(End of this chapter)