Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1210 - 492: The Apocalypse’s Blessing

At dusk the next day, in the core ritual room of the Abyssal Observation Station.

The air was suffused with a special sense of tranquility, as if the passage of time here had become slow and solemn.

Professor Yutel stood at the center of the ritual altar.

"Ron, the transformation of a Historian differs fundamentally from other Extraordinary Professions."

The old professor’s voice echoed softly in the secret chamber:

"It’s not just about gaining power; the way of cognition will also undergo a certain leap forward.

From this day forward, you will be able to examine the past, present, and future of this world from an entirely new perspective."

Ron nodded and gently placed the crystal box containing the "Dog Teeth" at the center of the ritual altar.

The moment the box was opened, an ancient aura from the depths of time immediately spread out.

The Dog Teeth appeared deep ink black, with the surface covered in intricate silver web-like patterns.

"These Dog Teeth come from an elite Time Hound."

Yutel began to explain the origins of this precious material in detail:

"That hound had already reached the elite level by the mid-Second Era and had once hunted alone more than a dozen wizards who attempted to interfere with history.

Its Dog Teeth encapsulate the essence of history’s fragments, and this essence will become the foundation for you to gain the Perception Ability for history."

The old professor slowly paced around the ritual altar:

"But remember, child.

Time is one of the most dangerous forces in this universe.

It will test everyone who attempts to master it."

As Yutel’s spell was recited, the time runes within the ritual room began to light up one by one.

"Chronos venit ad nos..."(Time comes to us...)

"Memoria fluunt ut aqua..."(Memory flows like water...)

"Veritas in tempore revelatur..."(Truth is revealed in time)

With the full activation of the array, the Dog Teeth began to undergo a remarkable change.

The silver patterns on the surface suddenly lit up, like a fuse being ignited, and light traveled across the complex paths on the surface of the Dog Teeth.

At the same time, Ron’s Silver Pocket Watch also resonated intensely.

The three hands on the surface began to turn wildly, emitting a subtle ticking sound, perfectly synchronizing with the pulsation of the Dog Teeth.

"An interesting resonance phenomenon..."

Yutel keenly sensed this anomaly but did not intervene:

"It seems the time-related item on you has a deep connection with these Dog Teeth."

As the ceremony reached a critical stage, Ron’s consciousness was suddenly pulled by a massive force.

Not a gentle guide, but rather a malignant suction like an abyss.

His vision blurred momentarily, and then he found himself in a bizarre Consciousness Domain.

Here, there were no physical laws to bind him, as time and space exhibited a fluidity like liquid.

Rivers of silver light meandered through the void, each stream carrying echoes of countless historical fragments.

In the center of this Consciousness Domain, a gigantic Time Hound was silently waiting.

It towered over five meters in height, its entire body covered in fur as deep and profound as the Starry Sky.

Most striking were the bony chain-like protrusions at its neck, resembling a necklace made of countless tiny clocks.

"Another fool trying to steal the power of time..."

The hound’s voice echoed through the Consciousness Space:

"However, the aura on you... seems familiar..."

Its four eyes simultaneously focused on Ron, uncertain of the wizard’s depth.

While it scrutinized Ron, Ron was also assessing it.

It can speak...but given that it is an elite hound that has weathered countless ages, it’s not entirely surprising.

As an old elite, it should also know Erica, right?

"I am Saklang, captain of ’Team Thirty-Six,’ traversing the river of time while you short-lived races were still playing with mud."

The hound paced slowly:

"Little Wizard, reveal your origins. Why do you bear the aura of ’that woman’?"

Ron immediately realized it was referring to Erica.

The Silver Pocket Watch on his chest trembled slightly, as if sensing some deep-seated fear memory.

"Indeed you recognize Clock King Erica."

Ron did not attempt to conceal but chose a more direct approach:

"This Pocket Watch once belonged to her."

This statement thunderstruck Saklang, leaving it stunned.

The ancient hound’s body suddenly stiffened.

The light in its four eyes became extremely unstable, as if recalling some dreadful past event.

"No...impossible...that demon should already be..."

Saklang’s voice began to tremble, and the imperious demeanor showed obvious cracks:

"I saw with my own eyes her disappearance during the great upheaval of the Second Era, how could there still be relics circulating..."

Ron keenly noted this fear and began to apply further pressure:

"You are correct, Erica is indeed gone.

But her legacy still exists in this world."

He slowly raised the Silver Pocket Watch, with Erica’s insignia on the surface emitting a cold silver glow:

"Moreover, I believe you should be aware of the recent changes within the Time Hound group.

The new Dog King... has not appeared for a long time, has it?"

This statement was the final straw that completely broke down Saklang’s mental defenses.

As a survivor of the previous Dog King era, Saklang undoubtedly knew the current Dog King’s situation.

The coward chose to hide upon sensing Erica’s aura, even abandoning the management of the group.

"What...what have you done to the Dog King?"

Saklang’s voice grew more uneasy, and as an ancient being, it quickly deduced the truth of the matter.