Without lingering atop the mountain any longer, he summoned his Flame Wings and soared toward the towering structure.

Witnessing this, Dorek expressed a hint of surprise.

He muttered, “Wings forged from the essence of flame—how regrettable that their utility is rather limited. In the Disaster World, they may be considered a marvel, but in the Starry Sky, they are far too commonplace.”

With that, Dorek closed his eyes to rest.

Enzo’s conspicuous display attracted the attention of several onlookers; however, they merely glanced up before returning to their own contemplation of the nearby steles.

Before long, Enzo arrived at the site of the stele.

This colossal stone was strikingly different from the others. Not only was the surrounding area notably barren, but the stele itself bore no patterns, its surface smooth and unadorned.

This left Enzo momentarily speechless.

“No patterns?”

“How am I to comprehend this?”

He wondered aloud.

Instinctively, he fell silent, closing his eyes and attuning his mind to the stele’s essence.

In the realm of spiritual perception, the stele presents an equally enigmatic visage, shrouded in a dense, ethereal mist that obscures clarity and confounds any sense of direction.

What secrets does this stele harbor?

Enzo’s bewilderment deepens, yet he finds no reason to doubt the words of the venerable Dorek. This stele undoubtedly conceals some extraordinary mystery.

And thus, this epiphany manifests after a month has elapsed.

Although this experience unfolds within the confines of the stele’s space, for Enzo, it remains a considerable passage of time, and what vexes him most is the complete lack of revelation during this month.

Each moment of contemplation is met with an endless expanse of fog.

He has discerned no patterns, and consequently, has gleaned no insights.

Should he venture elsewhere?

This thought flits through Enzo’s mind, only to be swiftly dismissed.

He has resolved to confront the stele directly.

Simultaneously, as Enzo engages in his contemplation of the colossal stele, others, fueled by curiosity, draw near, only to shake their heads and depart after a brief moment of reflection.

Meanwhile, a few individuals also trigger transformations in the stele.

Take, for instance, the demon-race male Leonardo, who, upon his entry alongside Enzo, perceives a stele associated with the essence of blood. The stele bursts forth with a radiant green light, a spectacle that captures the attention of onlookers, leading some inquisitive souls to approach Dorek.

The news they receive was invigorating.

The emergence of light from any stele signifies the attainment of genuine inheritance from the stele, with the green luminescence denoting certain low-level spells within the Steles Amusement Park.

Above this level, there exist blue, purple, gold, red, and even multicolored lights.

Should someone grasp the multicolored inheritance, they shall encounter wondrous surprises.

Dorek’s words ignited a thrill among those entering Steles Amusement Park. To gain access to Steles Amusement Park was a privilege reserved for the most extraordinary individuals, certainly not to be overshadowed by others.

Thus, an unspoken competition ensued among the crowd.

Enzo, however, remained an exception.

He lingered by the massive stele, seated in quiet contemplation, resembling a statue gazing at the smooth surface of the stone.

His presence did not go unnoticed by the others.

Initially, a few ventured to inspect the colossal stele, only to discover nothing of significance, leading them to deem Enzo a fool.

Months slipped by.

The park buzzed with vibrant activity, yet to the outside world, it was merely a fleeting half-day.

“That lad has lingered for half a year.”

Remarked one of the assembled crowd in the Steles Amusement Park, gesturing towards Enzo at the giant stele.

At that moment, another spoke up.

It was Marrone, the companion who had arrived with Enzo and had previously showcased his creation, Rending Claws. He furrowed his brow and said, “That stone bears nothing of substance. Even with mental insight, it reveals only its simplicity. Given his talent, he should have perceived this by now. Perhaps his continued presence might yield some undiscovered insight.”

“Insight, my foot!”

Another person sneered.

He cast a disparaging look at Marrone. He continued with haughty disdain, “Marrone, I fail to comprehend your admiration for that fool. To me, he is merely squandering time. Others have already grasped the blue-glowing stele. We cannot afford to fall behind.”

Marrone felt a surge of discontent yet chose to remain silent.

Within Steles Amusement Park, although there were no threats from the environment, the increasing influx of visitors inevitably led to conflict.

Marrone, confident in his own abilities, found himself confronted by an arrogant individual from a tribe that occupied an entire continent—Rocchi, the premier talent of that tribe.

Rocchi possessed unparalleled strength.

Enzo was oblivious to the discussions around him. Even if he were aware, it would not matter to him at this moment.

If one were to enter Enzo’s mental realm, they would be astonished to discover that he still perceived the vast expanse of white mist, yet he himself had seemingly vanished, becoming one with the fog.

He floated freely within it.

He was propelled by the currents of white, his mind experiencing an extraordinary tranquility, devoid of any distractions.

Until, at a certain moment, the nature of the mist appeared to shift.

Enzo opened his eyes anew.

He gazed upon the stele, its surface as smooth as ever, yet a smile graced his lips as he murmured, “Mr. Dorek warned me from the very beginning. And yet it is only now that I comprehend this matter. I have truly been arrogant.”

Enzo was with a sigh of reflection.

He continued, “This spatial elemental stele inherently possesses such qualities. Space is ephemeral and elusive, challenging to perceive. However, due to the circumstances of the Disaster World, supernatural beings can easily sense the presence of spatial elements. Yet, this ease renders the true essence of space difficult to grasp.”

“It is akin to breathing air. Many take it for granted and seldom ponder what exists within the air or how the act of breathing occurs…”

“At this moment, I have unearthed the secrets of space.”

“The white mist I perceive is merely an embodiment of spatial elements, and those known as the supernatural have never truly wielded the power of these elements. They merely borrow it.”

“To master it, one must first transform into the very essence of spatial elements.”

In that instant, Enzo attained a profound understanding.

It had been a year and a half since he first contemplated the stele of spatial elements.

During this time, others had reaped significant rewards.

Some even experienced a remarkable surge in their strength, while numerous conflicts erupted within the realm of the stele.

Enzo rose to his feet once more, casting his gaze upon the stele.

What he beheld was still the ethereal white mist.

Yet this time, he himself became that very mist, able to manipulate its form with exquisite freedom, dispersing it swiftly and allowing it to coalesce elsewhere.

At that moment, the colossal stele radiated a blinding golden light.

This beam of luminescence pierced the heavens and the earth, stirring vibrations in other steles, captivating the attention of all who had entered Steles Amusement Park.

“That’s the spot where that fool is!” Someone exclaimed.

“How can this be? There’s nothing on that stele; how could he possibly comprehend the golden inheritance?”

“Golden inheritance! He has indeed grasped the golden inheritance!”

“Previously, the highest was the blue inheritance, and the purple inheritance had yet to emerge. Now someone has attained the golden inheritance. Am I dreaming?”

“…”

The crowd within Steles Amusement Park was engulfed in disbelief.

They could hardly fathom that Enzo, whom they regarded as a fool, had achieved the golden inheritance.

However, the golden light cannot be feigned.

The crowd hurried toward the colossal stone stele, eager to glean information from Enzo. Sensing their approach, Enzo shook his head slightly.

His figure gradually faded, as if dissipating like white mist.

In the next instant, he reappeared atop the mountain, approaching the stone dwelling. Just as he was about to knock, he found the door opening from within, revealing the elderly Dorek, who smiled and inquired, “Would you care for a drink?”

Enzo shook his head, replying, “I am here to express my gratitude to you, Mr. Dorek.”

Dorek waved his hand dismissively, saying, “There is no need for such gratitude. In fact, you have exceeded my expectations. I never imagined you would decipher the inheritance inscribed on that stele. It seemed far too challenging for you. Even some of the deities you speak of would struggle with it. Yet, clearly, you have succeeded.”

At Dorek’s praise, a flicker of joy stirred within Enzo’s heart.

Dorek then extended another invitation.”Please, sit down and have a drink.”

This time, Enzo accepted.

He watched as Dorek gestured casually, and a stone table and matching chairs materialized in the clearing before the dwelling. Meanwhile, Dorek produced a bottle of remarkable quality.

His expression turned serious, as if lost in reminiscence.

He introduced, “This is called the Fountain of Eternity. Its effects are not as extravagant as one might think, merely extending one’s life by an additional two hundred years when their time is nearly up. Of course, this is unnecessary for you. With your talent, you are destined to become a Three-star high deity, and by then, the concern of longevity will be the least of your worries.”

Enzo took a seat.

He lifted the Fountain of Eternity poured by Dorek, took a sip, and found that apart from a hint of sweetness, it resembled ordinary spring water.

However, it seemed to possess a slight ability to enhance one’s talents.

Curiously, Enzo inquired, “Mr. Dorek, does this Fountain of Eternity enhance one’s talents? And what does ‘Three-star advanced deity’ signify?”

Upon hearing Enzo’s questions, Dorek’s face broke into a warm smile.

He replied, “The talent-enhancing effect of the Fountain of Eternity is merely a secondary benefit. As for your inquiry about the ‘Three-star advanced deity,’ it pertains to the hierarchy of power within the Starry Sky. If you are interested, I can elaborate.”

“However, in exchange, I would require your assistance with a task.”

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