Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 766 - 350: Divergent Paths of Civilization

Deep into the night, while most observatory staff lay in repose, Ron ventured into the special ritual chamber buried in the innermost depths.

The atmosphere brimmed with arcane, enigmatic energy waves, walls forged from bizarre living rock that radiated its own faint glow.

A subtle throb rippled through it at his approach, as though it perceived the intruder's sentiments.

Uther’s Void Remains projection lingered like a gleaming silver star at the chamber's heart, encircled by an elaborate defensive rune formation.

These runes shifted their designs and shades without cease, weaving a fortified barrier of multiple layers.

"Ron, are you ready?"

Uther’s tone bore a rare gravity, his silver gaze shimmering with intense profundity:

"The Wisdom Constellation’s astrology ritual remains fairly secure, but vigilance remains crucial. You’re on the verge of tapping into profound cosmic data flows."

"I’m ready, professor."

Ron settled cross-legged upon the ritual altar, his face serene and intent.

Before him rested three invaluable star crystals, aligned with the Hermit Star, Scholar Star, and Observer Star.

Tiny starfields swirled inside them, myriad light specks turning lazily, casting an enchanting luminous sheen.

"These crystals..." Uther eyed the star crystals:

"Crafted by mages of old, each captures stellar memories and harbors cosmic mysteries."

"Heed this, Ron."

The elder professor’s words deepened further, laced with grave caution:

"This astrology rite isn’t mere stellar linkage—it’s a hazardous glimpse into universal truths.

Even under my safeguard, preserve your mental clarity at all costs."

He halted briefly, his projection tilting ahead:

"Certain knowledge hunts fitting hosts, and you, a Primordial Wizard, make an ideal mark.

Overwhelmed too fiercely, it risks spirit fracture at minimum, total takeover at worst."

"I get it, professor."

Ron drew a steadying breath, igniting every spirit-shielding power at his command:

"’Hermit’s Knowledge’ ensures clear thinking, while ’Star Eater’s Ravings’ cultivation grants tolerance against elevated data assaults."

He targeted the well-known Wisdom Constellation: Hermit Star, Scholar Star, and the emerging Observer Star.

Stable spirit bonds already linked the initial pair through prolonged ’Star Eater’s Ravings’ practice.

Though contact with the Observer Star stayed incomplete, deep rapport had formed already.

"Excellent, commence."

Uther’s projection flared brighter silver radiance.

Protective runes ignited too, enveloping the ritual area in stacked defenses.

Ron shut his eyes, sending his mind outward like ethereal filaments into starry abysses.

As the ceremony truly launched, soft glows emanated from the three star crystals, harmonizing flawlessly with his mental waves.

This linkage flowed far smoother than past meditations.

The Hermit Star’s deep violet promptly answered his summons, wisdom’s familiar caress sweeping his mind like a gentle zephyr;

Scholar Star’s silver-white sheen arrived next, delivering crisp analytical chill.

"Prior bonds indeed streamline the process immensely."

Ron quietly gauged his condition; spirit drain fell well below expectations.

With bonds intensifying, the third luminary—the Observer Star—stirred to life.

Amber rays bore ancient sagacity, gradually weaving into his mental web.

It resembled slotting a missing fragment, perfecting his psyche’s framework.

Precisely as the trio’s lights fully merged, a startling event unfolded.

A colossal pull seized Ron’s awareness, hurling it into a bottomless maelstrom.

Ambient reality warped savagely, time and space dissolving into haze.

He rocketed upward at impossible velocity, shattering material shackles to enter a realm of raw data.

A blinding expanse unfolded.

Myriad data rivers roared like galactic arms through emptiness, each laden with boundless lore.

Such data wasn’t mere words or visuals—pure ideas struck consciousness outright.

Amid this torrent, visions assailed Ron, quaking his very soul.

No substance or force existed here, solely abstract notions and data.

Myriad data rivers roared like galactic arms through emptiness, each encapsulating a full civilization’s chronicle.

Such data wasn’t words or visuals—pure insight hammered consciousness raw.

Within this data sea, visions assailed Ron, quaking his very soul.

A robotic intonation resounded across the void, stripped of feeling, pure icy reason:

"Civilization ID: 7749-A, species: Mechanized Alliance, era: Post-stellar..."

Visions bloomed vividly before him.

This realm housed a machine-only society, urban sprawls as vast cogwork, every inhabitant a flawless automaton.

Ron witnessed its genesis.

Insight-craving beings, craving flawlessness, swapped flesh for metal to banish illness, decay, mortality.

Starting with hearts, livers, weak vitals, progressing to limbs, senses, culminating in quantum brains replacing minds.