Chapter 426: The Atlas of the Gods (2)

Let me emphasize again that Ron is now just a pure soul.

He has no heart and doesn't need to breathe.

But at this moment, Ron seemed to be able to clearly feel the violent heartbeat in his chest and the heavy breathing in his nose.

The second floor of the cabin is already very suitable for practicing. According to Ron's previous estimation, one day of practicing on the second floor is equivalent to at least seven and a half days outside. This efficiency can no longer be described as getting twice the result with half the effort.

If Ron really had that idea, he would have gone into seclusion on the second floor of the cabin for ten years, and it would have been seventy or eighty years when he came out. His soul strength and realm would have certainly reached an extremely exaggerated level.

Of course, within seventy or eighty years, one's physical body would most likely be destroyed.

The second floor was like this, so Ron was naturally looking forward to the third floor.

When I first realized that the speed of time flow in the third layer was about the same as in the second layer, I was somewhat disappointed. After all, if that was all, then there wouldn't be much difference between the third layer and the second layer.

However, as Ron sensed the extremely rich energy in these three layers, he immediately understood the difference between the two.

Ten times the energy concentration.

Under such circumstances, the speed of practicing will naturally be much faster than in normal scenarios. I dare not say that the speed of practicing will be ten times faster, but it will definitely be two or three times faster.

In this way, the value of these three floors is naturally much higher than that of the second floor. Compared with the Dusk Continent, there is a huge difference. Ron roughly estimated in his mind that if everything goes well, the speed of practicing in these three floors will be at least twenty times faster than that on the Dusk Continent.

Moreover, this is the case when enough magic stones are prepared in advance, otherwise the gap will be even greater.

It took Ron a long time to suppress the impulse in his chest. He was not in a hurry to practice immediately, but wandered around in the empty three floors. Although there was nothing on the three floors at first glance, it was just a very empty space, but Ron always had a feeling that there should be other secrets hidden in these three floors.

There is no evidence, no reason, just a thought in my heart.

Pursing his lips, Ron moved his body among the three floors, searching the floor and walls inch by inch, not missing any corner.

Finally, just as Ron reached the door to the fourth floor, he stopped.

He first tried to push open the door on the fourth floor out of habit, but just as he had imagined, it was of no use.

Although the bone door looked quite broken, it was extremely tough and did not move at all no matter how hard Ron tried.

Speaking of which, Ron wasn't sure how many floors this Soul Ferry Boat had. Judging from the outside, the third floor should have reached the bottom of the boat, but in fact, there was something much deeper inside.

After failing to push open the door to the fourth floor, Ron gave up directly. He did not dwell on this matter, but looked to his side. About half a meter to the left of the bone door, there was a small dent.

Round, curved, with a very shallow depression.

It's the kind of thing that you could miss if you're not careful.

His fingers rubbed the depression, and after a brief pause, Ron applied a little force and pressed his thumb down on the depression.

This was just an attempt. Although Ron felt that this depression was a bit abnormal, he had no idea whether there was some kind of mechanism in this place or how to trigger it. Pressing it was purely a subconscious action.

But I never thought that this subconscious action would trigger a series of chain reactions.

There was only a creaking sound, and the finger pressed directly in.

Then, Ron felt as if his fingers touched something, which should be some kind of machine expansion. Then he fiddled with it instinctively, and there was another series of cracking sounds. Just above the depression, a crack suddenly appeared.

Then, a snow-white box carved from the bones of some unknown creature came out from inside. On the side that could be seen, there was a tiny keyhole.

Ron was stunned for a moment, and only retracted his fingers after two seconds. Then he looked at his left hand. In the palm of his left hand was a gray-black key that looked rusty and even a little dirty.

This key appeared when we were deciphering the Chaos Slate.

After Ron entered the Soul Ferry, the key and Ostara's fragments appeared in front of Ron.

Originally Ron thought that this key might be used to open the captain's room, but unfortunately, when Ron tried to use this key to open the captain's room, he found that the size didn't match at all.

This key is so small that when it is poked into the keyhole it is just like a small toothpick stirring a large jar. There is no feeling at all.

Looking at the keyhole on the bone box, it fits the key in his hand quite well.

Without any hesitation, Ron pushed the key in, and it fit perfectly. Then he twisted his finger slightly, and with a click, the lock was opened. Then he saw the top of the bone box crack in the middle, and the two pieces of bones moved to the sides on their own.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

A pale yellow book instantly caught Ron's eye.

Pantheon Atlas!

Ron's brows furrowed for a moment.

He originally thought that there would be another book similar to the Key of Time, recording some mysterious power... Although Ron's current strength is already quite good, the stronger he is, the more insecure he feels.

The stronger he is, the more powerful the enemies he will face will be.

Just like the Father God, with his current strength, if he didn't have the Soul-Ferrying Boat as a plug-in, he wouldn't be able to last even thirty seconds if he fought the Father God head-on.

I have mastered the power of the time system before, and now I have the power of the space system, isn't that perfect? ​​Even if there is no space system, it is not impossible to have a destiny system, a spirit system, a soul system, a dark system, etc.

Unfortunately, it is not.

Although I haven't opened the Atlas of the Pantheon yet, the name sounds more like some kind of introductory book.

It might tell me some secret knowledge, but it probably won't bring me real improvement in strength.

He felt a little regretful, but this regret only lasted for a short moment. Ron quickly adjusted his mentality. After all, knowledge was something he lacked, especially knowledge related to gods and evil gods.

My fingers stroked the title page, feeling a slightly soft touch.

He ran his fingertips along the spine of the book, and finally reached the side. His fingernails hooked up the page and gently turned it over. A row of words appeared in front of Ron:

××××× controls everything! 　Chapter 2, after twelve o'clock 　　 　 (end of this chapter)