A vast and ocean-like magic power surged forth—
The magic power spread like a woven net, covering the ground and walls, assimilating every inch of this world’s form, and preserving it.
Astronomy Master, Earth’s Face...
Ronald spared no effort in using every available spell related to terrain from the original texts.
This was an unprecedented multi-casting.
Simply because what might be hidden here could completely change the situation.
—Artificial Divinity.
At this mont.
The magic power emanating from Ronald gave the illusion of being endless. Any caster from the mystical side standing here would be awed by this galloping horse-like magic power.
But if this person stood above the church.
Then they would find that on the surface, just a few ters above the underground where endless power surged, no changes in magic power could be detected.
—Constraining magic fluctuations.
This kind of thing is beyond the normal caster’s knowledge.
But Ronald was the exception.
The convergence of multiple original texts, powerful forces, and spellcasting techniques inherited from various sources.
These conditions led to an over-standard control over the details of spells.
The spell [Solar Power], which directly interferes with reality, perhaps cannot conceal magic fluctuations.
But spells related to terrain reconnaissance have clear boundaries of use.
So for the current Ronald, the possibility exists to gather and constrain magic power!
Thus he did so, and indeed succeeded.
At this mont, the power aggregated by multiple reconnaissance spells was tightly confined to the underground world, with not a whisper leaking outside.
This special operation did not affect the spell’s effectiveness at all.
In Ronald’s perception, every detail of the church’s underground space was captured without omission.
"..."
Yet Ronald’s expression remained somber.
The bold attempt didn’t work; the world in his perception remained unchanged from before.
"I trust my judgnt."
Ronald wasn’t discouraged by this, simply treating the current predicant as a challenge to himself.
Conclusions are obtained from the real confirmation of multiple pieces of information.
The truth will not betray his judgnt!
The next second, a jet-black original text surfaced in Ronald’s hand.
Without any hesitation, he extracted the origin power from the text, enhancing the spells he maintained.
Divine Cody, Astronomy Master, Origin of Species...
The magic power from each original text was applied to corresponding spells!
With relentless effort and absolute trust in his judgnt, the deserved reward finally began to reveal itself.
In the seemingly calm underground space.
A small singularity was exposed by the interwoven magic power.
"It’s right here!"
Ronald’s expression changed, a confident smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
In an instant, the spell extending throughout the underground world began to contract at an astonishing speed.
Once this elusive target was found, the rest didn’t matter.
Ronald decisively abandoned the spell’s coverage range, concentrating all power on this one point, unearthing what it so desperately tried to conceal.
The exhilaration seed to ignite the spell itself.
An outline that existed between form and formlessness, a concealed chamber within the concept, began to faintly erge in his perception.
Ronald maintained the operation of his spell.
Stepping toward the target location.
—This was a corridor of the underground space.
Gray walls, white floors, golden lamp bases, everything looked identical to other parts of the basent.
The target Ronald’s spell pointed to.
Was precisely this seemingly unremarkable place.
If it needed a distinguishing feature... then without a doubt, it would be its location.
The entire underground space was connected to three exit points to the surface outside.
If one departed from this corridor targeting these three spots, the ti spent should be roughly the sa.
This might not be the spatial center of the church’s underground.
But in terms of the specific pathway taken by a person step by step, this was the true core, hard to discover by any who first arrived.
Only those who had long been here and personally asured every surface with their feet would understand its significance from the bottom of their hearts.
"Only by asuring with one’s own feet can the true results be obtained."
Ronald paused his steps.
Even though he already found the target beneath his feet, the path to it did not reveal itself.
At this mont, the sacred magic power left earlier found its purpose.
Ronald bent down, carefully placing magic on the connector under an extinguished lamp base.
"Hoo—"
The magic integrated upon contact, as if the extinguished candlestick ignited with flas.
In Ronald’s vision, the magic he had just placed was tunneling into the walls and splitting into several lines to diffuse.
Walls, floors, ceilings.
In the approximately two-ter segnt of the corridor, the unseen magic promptly rged into hidden channels within the walls, then activated a long-sealed secret.
On the floor before Ronald, a light blue ground door appeared.
This wasn’t a passageway opening downward in the ground.
But an existence similar to the establishnt of the [Forest in the Song] world, sealing the Holy City with the [Seven-string Seal]. This door existed here but in a form different from that of the real world.
Except for using the corresponding thod, there was almost no other way to open it!
That Ronald discovered the hidden secret here was actually an eventuality the designer had not anticipated!
Let alone soone reaching this place.
Even if the secret was known, without the church’s magic power system, opening it would still be a near impossibility!
"Amazing, truly amazing."
"What extraordinary artistry in a lineage!"
Ronald couldn’t help but exclaim.
From knowing the existence of the Holy City to entering here. The myriad sights buried in the earth all demonstrated the church’s expertise in this direction to Ronald. Vast spaces or even worlds arose from it, grand magical miracles beyond words.
Now, the secret of the basent showed its potential for miniaturization.
Anyone knowledgeable in the field of the mystical would inevitably find themselves marveling once again.
After this mont of awe, Ronald stepped inside.
Entering the miniaturized concealed magic, Ronald did not experience the vertiginous upheaval typical of world transition. It was as if he stepped off a stair in his ho, easily crossing the boundary in a few steps, and entered the secret chamber.
In front of him, only a hall existed, no other corridors or rooms.
In the very center of the hall, a solemn sacred altar stood quietly, emanating a milky white magical glow, illuminating this hidden space.
Yet this altar, no matter how solemn or exquisitely designed, could not capture Ronald’s attention.
Ronald stared directly ahead.
Right above the altar, a large hexagonal tal box hovered.
"Yes!"
"This is it!"
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