Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1198 - 488: You Are Merely an Observer_3

Those stars... seem to be "watching" him.

Not passive energy radiation, but active, conscious observation.

As if each star were a giant eyeball, staring coldly at this insignificant being daring to peer into their secrets.

What’s more chilling is that these "star eyes" gaze with a certain hungry desire.

Like a long-imprisoned beast suddenly smelling the scent of fresh flesh.

"What’s going on..."

Ron forced himself to stay calm, carefully analyzing this aberrant phenomenon.

In previous meditations, these stars also showed some "activity," but never so clearly exhibited traits of "consciousness."

As the observation deepened, a hypothesis in his heart became increasingly confirmed:

These "stars" contemplated by wizards for generations might not have been simple celestial bodies from the beginning.

They are likely the "eyes" or "tentacles" of some ancient entities.

Concealing themselves under the guise of stars, lurking in every corner of the cosmos.

Whenever a wizard connects with them through the "Star Eater’s Ravings," they are actually providing an "anchor point" for these entities.

Allowing them to gradually permeate the real world through the starlight path.

All the connections established through the Meditation Technique will eventually converge there, providing it with endless nourishment and information.

.........

In the morning, when Ron arrived at the archive room, Professor Yutel’s void remains projection appeared dimmer than usual.

The silver glow flickered, evidently consuming a large amount of power to maintain some crucial "sealing" work.

"Professor, your condition..."

"The Supreme Apostles in the Abyss have been unusually active lately."

Yutel did not hide his exhaustion, bluntly stating the concerning news:

"According to feedback from my observation network, they seem to be planning some large-scale action."

"More troubling is that some ’contacts’ are being reactivated."

The old professor’s tone grew heavy:

"Including those that should have forever remained dormant, are beginning to show signs of awakening."

As Ron walked deeper into the archive room, anomalies quickly manifested.

The ancient documents recording the Sarlin incident began to emit a faint yet distinctly visible glow spontaneously.

"These anomalies indicate that the ’historical reverberations’ of the Sarlin incident are being reactivated by some force."

Yutel gravely explained:

"This activation might be coming from Sarlin herself, the Sweet Nightmare, or from the higher abyssal entity that corrupted her."

"Whichever the case, it means our historical infiltration operation is facing additional risks."

Ron carefully observed the glowing documents.

In his "Extraordinary Recognition" vision, these ancient records were resonating with some distant power source.

Like receiving mysterious signals from deep within the Abyss, controlled by the same transmitter.

"But this might also be an opportunity."

Yutel’s eyes flickered with a trace of deep thought:

"The activation of historical reverberations means the relevant historical nodes become clearer and more stable."

"In such circumstances, conducting a historical infiltration, though riskier, will yield more complete and accurate information."

"We might not only observe Sarlin’s process of fall but also gain a deep insight into the true nature of the entity that corrupted her."

Such prospects are both enticing and dangerous.

Understanding the true information about high abyssal entities is invaluable knowledge for any wizard.

At this moment, three historical artifacts were carefully placed on the rune platform.

Ron sat on the central Meditation Mat, feeling the heavy "historical weight" these items emitted.

It was a peculiar existence between the material and the spirit.

Like solidified time fragments, carrying all the pain and regret of past years.

Ron’s gaze fell on the first relic.

Lady Allen’s broken Magic Wand.

This wand should originally have been an elegant item of ivory white, but now it presented a disturbing gray-black hue.

In the middle of the wand was a clear fracture mark, as if forcibly broken by some power.

The edges at the break were jagged, revealing the suddenness and violence of that break.

"That’s what Allen broke by hand after killing Sarlin."

Yutel explained, his voice carrying the heavy memories of the past:

"She said the wand, stained with the blood of a friend, could never again bring her any inspiration or enlightenment.

Since then, Allen had never used any casting medium, releasing all magic barehanded."

The second relic was Master Valen’s confession diary.

This was a hefty leather-bound diary, with complex rune imprints of confession on the cover.

Those runes slowly writhed like living creatures, seemingly narrating the deep pain and regret within the diary owner’s heart.

The corners of the diary were already heavily worn, evidently having been read countless times.

The third item, and also the most dangerous one: the Pollution Crystal.

This was a deep purple crystal about the size of a palm, with fluid-like black patterns flowing across its surface.

The crystal was placed in a specially designed sealing container, surrounded by at least twenty layers of arrays with different functions.

Even through these protections, Ron could still sense the malice and allure emanating from the crystal.

"This piece of crystal is a direct product of Sarlin’s downfall process."

Yutel’s tone turned exceedingly cautious: