As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

After summoning the body of Arriaius, Ron did not waste much time and quickly gave orders to the body of Arriaius. As the round body of the white worm continued to wriggle, a round ball appeared from the mouth of Arriaius.

The ball is the size of a fist.

The appearance is dark gray.

It looks inconspicuous, and if it were thrown on the ground, people would even wonder where this gray stone came from.

But Ron could clearly feel the terrifying energy contained in this inconspicuous sphere. If all the energy were released at once, Ron himself would not be able to withstand it.

Most of the energy of a demigod is contained here.

It should have been refined by some ancestor.

Without further hesitation, Ron grabbed the energy ball with one hand and slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, the powerful and surging energy rushed towards Ron's body like a turbulent tsunami.

Ron's soul was constantly expanding and contracting, expanding and contracting. Even the naked eye could see clearly that the pure energy turned into traces that kept flowing in Ron's body, and finally merged completely with Ron's own energy bit by bit.

Elsa floated out of Ron's body at some point, floating in the air, silently looking at the figure below who was concentrating on practicing, with a slight curve at the corner of her mouth.

He did better than he thought.

Perhaps, this time there is hope of turning the tide.

After so much time of entanglement, perhaps it is time to put an end to it.

Cultivation is a rather slow process.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Ron finally opened his eyes and looked at the dark grey sphere in his hand… Well, the sphere was long gone, absorbed completely by Ron without even a trace of residue left.

After feeling the energy in his body a little, Ron's face immediately showed a look of satisfaction. After absorbing this sphere, Ron's realm successfully entered the late stage of the destruction realm.

It's a pity that the energy of this demigod ancestor is not pure.

In addition to the previous battles, deaths and other reasons, there were a lot of losses. Ron also suffered a lot of losses when absorbing it. As a result, although this was obviously the energy of a demigod ancestor, it was unable to push Ron into the demigod realm.

He exhaled and raised his eyelids.

His eyes just happened to see Elsa sitting in front of him, her chin supported by her hands, her big eyes staring at him silently.

"How long have I been practicing?" Ron asked. As soon as his voice came out, Ron himself was shocked. His voice was actually a little hoarse.

Just from the abnormalities in the body, it can be judged that this round of practice must have lasted for quite a long time.

"A year and a half."

Sure enough, Elsa on the opposite side immediately gave the exact time.

One and a half years is the time of the third level, which means that now almost two months have passed on the Dusk Continent. It is true that there is no day or month for cultivation, and it is very easy to lose time in such immersive cultivation.

"How is Twilight Continent now?"

"Where's the repairman?" Ron asked again.

"Everything is normal on the Dusk Continent." Elsa shrugged. "As for the repairman, I think he is still furious. In just two months, he doesn't even have time to calm down from his anger."

"No way. No one knows how long those beings have survived. Time is a very vague concept to them."

"Once the repairman calms down, he will probably try every possible way to circumvent the rules of the Dusk Continent."

Ron nodded slightly. He didn't say anything more. He just took out two dark gray balls from Alecius' mouth again, closed his eyes again, and started practicing.

……

In the Dusk Continent, the sun and the moon rotate, and the four seasons come and go.

Before we knew it, seven years had passed since the demise of the Andre family.

Seven years is enough time to change a lot of things.

Just three years ago, Irelia, the White Saint of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, successfully entered the realm of destruction.

Two years ago, the Bloody Sister Cecilia also successfully achieved destruction, and there were two more top powerhouses on the Dusk Continent.

Irelia obtained part of the power of the Goddess of Dawn and even has her bloodline. She also inherited the legacy of the Witch of Twilight. It is not surprising that she has achieved what she has today.

Cecilia inherited the legacy of the God of Blood and Destruction, and it is only a matter of time before she achieves destruction.

In addition to these, the others, Lydia, Charlene, Carol, Mirabelle, and Agnes, also have their own inheritances, and seem to be only one step away from the realm of destruction, like a thin layer of window paper.

Sometimes hard work can change things.

But opportunity is equally important.

Arianna and Christian, who lack such an opportunity, are still in seclusion until now.

They clearly felt that they were very close to the state of destruction. As long as they took that step, they would be able to successfully reach a whole new level. However, that step was always difficult to take.

For Ron, the time passed was obviously longer.

When Ron opened his eyes again, he even felt that his spirit had become a little vicissitudes.

A pair of eyes as calm as a still pond.

It seemed as if nothing in this world could cause Ron any ripples.

How long had he been practicing? Ron himself could no longer remember, thirty years, fifty years, seventy years, or a hundred years? For Ron, time seemed to have completely lost its meaning.

The energy devoured by Arriaius has been completely absorbed by Ron, and even the soul of the god of decay and decline has been digested by Ron.

At this moment, Ron's realm had already reached the peak of the Destruction Realm. In fact, with the energy Ron absorbed now, he could completely reach a higher realm, but Ron did not do so.

On the one hand, if you want to become a demigod, you must overcome the tribulation.

The Soul Ferry is an extremely special place. No disasters on the Dusk Continent will occur here.

On the other hand, Ron was consciously limiting his own strength.

Ron knew very well that he had been targeted by the repairman for a long time. Even if he hid in the Soul Ferry and was not in the Dusk Continent, the repairman could not find him for the time being. But as soon as he appeared in the Dusk Continent, he would be completely locked on by the repairman.

Nowadays, the title that the repairman hates the most has probably already been transferred from Archibald and the last Twilight King to himself.

If his strength grows too fast and causes the repairman to be wary, that would definitely not be a good thing. Who knows, that guy might do something crazy. Ron is not ready to confront the repairman head-on now.

But now, Ron has reached his limit and he has to wake up from his retreat.

Click.

Just as Ron opened his eyes, there was a crisp sound as if something was shattering all around. He looked over with a slightly confused look, only to see that the dragon crystals and top-grade magic stones that originally filled the third level of the Soul Ferry had long lost their original luster and turned into ordinary glass.

And these ordinary glasses seemed to have reached their limit. With a crisp sound, they all shattered, leaving only a thick layer of residue on the ground.

The energy in so many dragon crystals has been completely exhausted.

call……

Ron exhaled softly.

Obviously, Ron was in a pure soul state now and he didn't need to breathe, but he still exhaled a stream of air, and the white mist was about a foot long.

His eyes gradually regained focus. Not far ahead, he still saw Elsa's figure. During this long period of time, Elsa seemed to have not changed her posture. She sat quietly opposite Ron, just like before, supporting her chin with both hands, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"woke up."

"Yeah, I'm awake. How long has it been?"

"Eighty-nine years have passed on the Soul Ferry..."

Eighty-nine years already?

Ron felt a little lost.

It was really a very long time. Although he was only on the Soul Ferry and Ron had been practicing in seclusion, the passage of time inevitably brought some impact to Ron's soul.

Is it more mature?

Or more vicissitudes?

"It's time to go back." Ron said after thinking for a while.

"Have you thought about it?" Elsa immediately raised her eyebrows. She knew very well what would happen if Ron returned to Dusk Continent now, and she believed that Ron knew it too.

The feeling was very strange, like some kind of sensation that appeared out of nowhere once one's strength reached a certain level.

Ron exhaled again, then nodded emphatically.

Then he no longer hesitated and walked outside with his head held high.

After arriving on the deck, Ron took out the Eye of Peering. Under the Eye of Peering, Ron saw a large number of sea snakes had climbed onto the side of the ship. It seemed that it would not take long for these sea snakes to completely climb onto the deck.

The densely entangled figures of sea snakes made Ron feel a sense of oppression in his chest.

After a brief pause, Ron's consciousness gradually sank.

His soul was detaching from the Soul Ferry, returning to the Dusk Continent, and returning to his own body.

……

This is a special space.

This place is very large, with solid stone walls on all sides. Rooms are carved out of the stone walls. The ceiling above is inlaid with top-quality magic stones, casting a soft white light, making this place not feel gloomy and dark at all.

This is Philomena's home, where she grew up.

This is a mountain, hollowed out inside.

The last time Philomena and Ron came here together, the entire ground was still covered with thick dust, but now the dust has all disappeared, and the entire interior of the mountain is clean, tidy, and spotless.

There were some wisps of smoke floating in the air.

It brings a little more life into this lonely space.

The crackling sound of the burning matches tore through the deathly silence within the mountain.

A young girl in a sky blue floral dress was humming a slight sound, which seemed to be some ancient tune. Her tender little white hand was twirling a spear with a rabbit on it and a burning flame underneath.

Under the scorching fire, the surface of the rabbit made a sizzling sound, and drops of fat continued to seep out of the rabbit meat.

With the other hand, he pinched a little seasoning and sprinkled it down, and the rich aroma immediately spread in the quiet space.

The girl is petite, only about 1.5 meters tall.

She has a slender body and fair and tender skin. Just looking at these, it is hard to imagine that such a little girl has the fighting power to easily suppress a dragon and fight against a demigod-level master.

Her hair was very long, and when she sat on the stone bench, her ice-blue hair almost covered a large area of ​​the ground around her.

This girl was Philomena.

Perhaps it was because she was back home, even though there was no one else at home, Philomena still felt a different sense of security, so she no longer needed to disguise herself. She took off her thick armor and put on her favorite little skirt.

"Suck it."

A strange sound came from the corner of Philomena's mouth.

In the light of the fire, one could clearly see a flash of crystal light at the corner of Philomena's mouth.

When she is outside, Philomena pays great attention to etiquette, but she doesn't have so many concerns at home.

There was a twinkle in her eyes.

After all, she was very hungry.

She had not been idle in the past few years, and had been practicing hard most of the time. Almost all of the dragon crystals that Ron had given her were used up. This practice lasted for several months. Although her strength had indeed improved, her stomach was growling with hunger.

In fact, for masters of their level, food is no longer a necessity.

Not to mention a few months, even if you don’t eat for several years or even decades, your body functions will not be affected in any way.

But the feeling of being hungry for a long time is ultimately an unbearable torture.

So this time, as soon as she came out of seclusion, Philomena immediately left the mountain and looked around for a wild rabbit. Fortunately, the storage ring had a freshness-preserving function. Although a long time had passed, the seasonings had not expired. Otherwise, no matter how crispy the outside of the rabbit was and how tender the inside was, it would taste bland without seasoning.

Feeling that the rabbit was almost roasted, Philomena didn't care about her status and dignity as a young lady at all. She reached out and grabbed a rabbit leg. The sizzling fat could not cause any harm to Philomena's delicate fingers. With a slight twist, the rabbit leg was pulled off by Philomena.

As if it was a habit, Philomena reached behind her back and said, "Here, would you like to eat something? My cooking skills are pretty good."

Just behind Philomena, there was a person lying.

A man in a pure white robe.

He is about 1.85 meters tall and has a handsome face.

But the man seemed to be asleep, lying quietly on the stone slab, motionless. Even if he heard Philomena's voice, he did not give any response.

The smile on Philomena's face stiffened slightly, and her fingers remained in the air. After a long time, Philomena sighed helplessly and retracted the rabbit's legs.

Philomena has long been accustomed to such scenes.

The man behind him was Ron.

After the demise of the Andre family, Ron explained some things to Granville and the Spang Theocracy respectively, and then came here with Philomena. Philomena didn't know what Ron was going to do.

However, living with a man made Philomena feel a little ashamed.

But this shame did not last long. Ron took off a storage ring and handed it to Philomena. The storage ring was filled with dragon bones, dragon meat and dragon crystals.

After Philomena took the ring, Ron lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

If Ron had not been breathing normally, had a normal heartbeat, and his body functions were not affected in any way, Philomena would have even suspected that Ron was dead.

This sleep lasted for more than seven years.

For more than seven years, Philomena had always stayed by Ron's side, even during his training.

Every time he filled his stomach, he would subconsciously pass a piece to Ron, but every time, he would not get any response.

No one knew how long it would take Ron to wake up, so Philomena stayed by Ron's side until everything became a habit.

Sighing, Philomena smiled bitterly and shook her head, then brought the rabbit leg to her mouth, tore off a small piece and chewed it in her mouth. The barbecue that had originally tasted delicious, at this moment, had no taste at all.

"that……"

"I think it would be good to eat something. I'm hungry too."

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind!

Chapter 2 presented