Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 179: Holy Blood Dependents, New Problems, Set Off!

After Ronan got the "key", the empty space before him lost its last support and began to collapse rapidly.

Ronan released the [Eye of Truth] and carefully explored every corner of the space. After finding nothing, he retreated before the space was completely destroyed.

"Gulu——"

A whirlpool several meters in size suddenly appeared on the mirror-like calm lake surface. A tall and handsome young man walked out of it and landed gently on the lakeside.

Turning around, the whirlpool swallowed up the fish and shrimps, and after a moment, it disappeared, and the lake returned to calm.

At this time, Ronan explored the lake again, but could no longer find any entrance. The secret space of the mysterious garden had completely disappeared.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and he gently stroked his space ring, which contained the mysterious space key he had just obtained.

“It turns out that the entire space is just a key box”

Now it seems to Ronan that the entire garden space is actually a huge "drawer".

The "drawer" was carefully covered with a layer of cloth with exquisite patterns, and some valuable small things were placed on the cloth. The purpose of all this was to cover up the "key" hidden in the drawer's mezzanine.

"All the things in the garden, including the mysterious rune of extremely high grade, may not be as valuable as this key made of space energy material."

The key itself is so extraordinary that it is hard to imagine that if this key is just a key, what would be the thing it needs to open?

Ronan looked at the lake again, turned the flying ring, and flew into the air.

After the secret garden was destroyed, the lake became just an ordinary lake. I don't know how the ponytailed female wizard and others who led him to this secret realm would react when they found that they could no longer find the entrance to the secret realm.

During the flight, Ronan felt the vibration of the communication stone in the space ring.

He took out the glowing communication stone, clicked it gently, and found that it was a message from Costi.

The general meaning is to remind yourself to be careful on the road, especially to be careful of the people from the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society.

Although the Goblin Plains incident happened three years ago, and the forces belonging to the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society seemed to have disappeared in the past two years, no one could say when they would suddenly jump out again.

"Ancient Witch Resurrection Meeting"

Ronan looked at Costi's message, thought about it, and took out something from his space ring -

This one is colorful, like a weird goat-horn mask with a lot of messy and low-quality oil paint painted on it.

In the previous battle at the Goblin Plains, he killed several wizards from the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society. In addition to several space rings, the most valuable thing might be this mysterious mask he got from the secret leader of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society.

Ronan took the strange goat-horned mask in his hand and could clearly feel a slight strange fluctuation coming from it.

When you get closer, you can almost hear the evil whispers coming from the mask.

In the space of consciousness, the remaining ancient will of the ancient frost hydra Hekator seemed a little restless. Instinct kept driving Ronan to destroy and discard the mask in his hand. Every time he held the mask in his hand, Ronan would feel an extreme hatred and disgust in his heart.

"Is it Hekator's ancient enemy?"

Ronan frowned slightly.

He had obtained this strange goat-horn mask a long time ago. It was different from any magic tool Ronan had ever seen. The mask was densely engraved with various strange runes, which were closely combined with each other to form a whole. It looked like a long passage of scripture spells, or like a mysterious picture.
Ronan had seen the secret leader of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society use this mask, and the power it unleashed was infinitely close to the level of Dawn.

However, because he did not understand the specific control techniques, Ronan was unable to reproduce this power and could only keep it as a "collection".

"Korsti's reminder is correct. Although the Magic Ring announced that the World Stone coordinates have been extracted from me and destroyed under the joint witness of several Dawn Wizards and dozens of Level 3 Wizards, the people of the Ancient Wizard Resurrection Society may not believe it completely. Even if they believe it, they may capture me and verify it.
Not to mention that the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society had a third-level peak secret leader who died in my hands."

Therefore, Ronan was extremely low-key this time and did not tell anyone, but this was only a temporary measure. If the resurrected ancient witch would still keep an eye on him, sooner or later he would come to him again.

Ronan is also quite troubled by this problem, but there is no good solution at this stage. He can only improve his strength as soon as possible and prepare for the crisis in advance.

Before he knew it, Ronan arrived at a familiar valley.

He used the induction of the soul contract to silently release the message of his return in a certain direction, and then stepped into the valley and entered the "secret base" where he had not returned for three years.

The miniature secret space is as peaceful as it was three years ago. There are many more plant-based potions planted in the potion garden nursery, and they are more luxuriant.

During the three years in the Ascetic Attic, Ronan commissioned Bobby to send some resources to Benigold every once in a while. Ronan also gave all the space energy beads he had obtained in the Mirror Garden to Benigold.

It seems that Benigo used the materials to maintain and repair the space. The whole space looks a little bigger and more stable. At least it doesn’t look as "leaky" as before.

When Ronan walked in, Benig was busy at a laboratory bench.

Sensing Ronan's arrival, Benig stopped his experimental work, glanced in his direction, and greeted him briefly.

"You came."

There was no excitement and joy of old friends meeting again after a long separation. It was so dull and ordinary that it seemed as if the last time they met was three days ago, not three years ago.

Ronan's eyes were deeply touched by the fact that Benig's hair had almost completely turned gray, and he looked more than ten years older.

Three years ago, he underwent a second purification of his bloodline. For both him and the man, tree and snake around him, the process was not as easy as others saw later.

For three whole years, Benigo had not recovered from the loss of energy and blood.

Ronan was silent for a moment, and then told Benigol that he was about to leave.

"A gathering of talented wizards from all over the south?"

After pondering for a moment, Benig picked up a pen and quickly wrote a long list on a piece of paper and handed it to Ronan.

"Some of the materials needed for the subsequent cultivation of the Holy Blood Tree, as well as some of the things needed to build Fiona's 'Eternal Magic Coffin', are not available in the magic circle.

The resource interaction platforms you can access are getting bigger and bigger. If you have the opportunity, remember to pay attention to them."

Ronan took the list of materials from Benigold, scanned it, wrote down all the names of the items on it, and nodded to indicate that he understood.

At this time, he heard a rustling sound. Ronan looked in the direction of the sound and saw soft red branches reaching out to him like a child's hand, constantly greeting him.

Every vibrating leaf seems to convey an emotional fluctuation of joy and happiness.

Ronan's expression changed slightly, and he followed the guidance of the branches and walked slowly over. Finally, he saw the current Holy Blood Tree in the deepest part of the Magic Garden.

——The tall and sturdy silver-gray trunk and the narrow silver-gray leaves form an "umbrella"-shaped crown. Each leaf emits a faint glow, forming a huge and dense light silver halo.

The newly grown branches and leaves are a striking crimson in color, while the more mature ones are less colorful. There are a large number of complex and twisted tree patterns on the trunks, which look like runes or ancient and mysterious totems.

Standing under the silver-grey tree, Ronan was enveloped by the silver glow hanging from the treetop. The blood flowed faster in his body, washing his whole body like a surging tide, and a wonderful feeling of clarity, nature, peace and tranquility continued to arise in his heart.

Today, the Holy Blood Tree has taken on some of the mystery and magnificence of a legendary tree species, and it is truly extraordinary.

"If it was a naturally grown Holy Blood Tree, it would have instinctively started to cultivate its own followers at this stage."

Benigo walked up to Ronan and said, "It is difficult for the Holy Blood Tree to grow completely without a follower. This legendary tree species requires too many resources to grow. It is difficult for an individual or even a single force to meet its subsequent growth needs.
Only by allowing it to cultivate followers and build its own Holy Blood Tribe, or even Holy Blood Kingdom, can it achieve self-sufficiency and support its continued growth towards becoming a true legend..."

Ronan stretched out a hand and played with the tender branches of the Holy Blood Tree. He frowned slightly and said, "You mean we need to change its environment and find a group of gardeners to take care of it?" "That's about it."

“But the question is where to find these?”

Find a new environment suitable for the growth of the Holy Blood Tree, provided that it is not easily discovered. Otherwise, once this legendary tree species is recognized, it will inevitably attract snatching.

The issue of holy blood followers is more troublesome, involving totem worship, the relationship between provider and being supported, which is very complicated, and the number of followers required may be quite large, such as the population of a tribe or even a country as Benigo mentioned.

The Holy Blood Tree, plus a large tribe of Holy Blood followers, how much space would be needed for them to survive?
How can this be hidden?
Ronan couldn't help but feel a headache. Seeing Benig's frowning brow, it was obvious that he was as worried as he was.

The two people who were ecstatic when they got the seeds of the Holy Blood Tree finally realized at this time that some things were simply beyond the control of two little second-level wizards like them.

The key is that in order to cultivate the Holy Blood Tree to its current state, no one knows how many resources have been invested in the early stage.

Ronan was fine, at least he had gained some benefits from the Holy Blood Tree. But Benigel was really helpless, as his plan to resurrect his dead wife had not even officially started.

They both thought things were too simple.

"Let's take one step at a time, and the rest..."

Ronan pursed his lips and said, "I'll find a way."

Even he himself felt that he lacked the confidence to say these words of comfort. Benigo didn't say anything, but just nodded silently.

At this time, Ronan sensed the arrival of the Ice Crystal Snake, greeted Benigo, and the two walked out of the miniature secret space together.

Walking out from behind the waterfall that served as the entrance to the secret space, Ronan saw a huge, gorgeous and ferocious snake head with a single horn poking out from outside the valley.

The scarlet snake eyes stared at him quietly, causing the ancient frost hydra blood in Ronan's body to become slightly agitated.

In the deepest part of the consciousness space, in the shadows that were too dense to be dispelled, it seemed that some ancient, noble and evil existence quietly opened its eyes.

In an instant, the man and the snake looked at each other from a distance, and an inexplicable atmosphere spread silently in the valley.

"hiss--"

Ronan took a deep breath, suppressing some of the cold and restless emotions in his chest. His voice unconsciously became hoarse, and the temperament he exuded became deep and majestic.

"I'm leaving"

Benig looked at him and nodded.

Ronan gave him a reassuring look, then suddenly soared into the air.

Flying out of the valley, Ronan saw the full picture of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake.

After three years, it has already entered the level of a third-order magical beast, its body has grown to over a hundred meters, and its snake body is as thick as a peak.

The pure ancient snake bloodline further awakened, the ice crystal horn on the head flashed with cold light, and frost kept rising and falling all over the body, as if it had a [small blizzard] force field with it.

Ronan looked down at the ice crystal snake, feeling the aura it exuded, as well as the cold and unruly rebellious emotions transmitted through the soul contract.

Further exploration of bloodline potential, substantial increase in strength, and the erosion of time...the once submissive Ice Crystal Snake finally had the courage and ambition to challenge Ronan again.

It twisted its huge body restlessly, its scarlet tongue moving in and out, making a continuous "hissing" sound.

It was sending a signal of war to Ronan. It couldn't wait any longer, and even the sense of superiority brought by its bloodline could not suppress its desire to fight.

"very good."

Ronan looked down at the ice crystal snake beneath him, and an inexplicable aura slowly emanated from its body.

This breath fluttered his robe and his short chestnut brown hair.

"Three years, it's reasonable for me to give you another chance to challenge yourself."

Ronan raised his head and looked ahead. In the middle of his deep blue eyes, there seemed to be a vertical black crack gradually forming.

"But I'm pressed for time."

Ronan retracted his gaze and lowered his head. The sides of his originally handsome and heroic face were now covered with snake-scale-like lines. His beautiful brown chestnut hair turned into a noble and ancient dark blue, and his eyes also completely turned into seductive and evil scarlet vertical eyes.

"Let's just...fight while we're on the road."

After saying that, Ronan gave the Ice Crystal Snake a sinister smile. Ancient frost fell, and he fell towards the Ice Crystal Snake as fast as a meteor.

"Roar--"

"boom!"

"Om-"

The faintly glowing communication stone was gently held down by a slender and powerful hand.

Orion's silver eyes flickered slightly, and a slight fluctuation appeared on his face.

"Is he here?"

Soon, the communication stone was put away, and Orion put aside any thoughts about the person on the other side of the communication stone.

The handsome face was once again covered with coldness and solemnity.

Orion raised his head, narrowed his eyes slowly, and looked towards a location far in front of him.

-

I saw a figure covered in endless green light floating in the sky above an ancient ruin.

Its body is surrounded by five extremely huge white skulls, and pale green energy beams are emitted from the eye sockets and mouths of each skull. Each beam penetrates the sky and tears through the void, like an ancient and evil forbidden blade.

Vast energy like the ocean gathered above it, countless ghosts roared, and released waves of terrifying magical pressure like a tsunami.

Surrounding this extremely evil and terrifying figure, there were seven or eight young wizards with auras as powerful as Orion. They all had solemn expressions on their faces, and they joined forces to launch an attack on each other.

But the powerful spell bombardments were met with the evil figure's increasingly loud and shrill laughter.

"You incompetent pieces of shit"

"With just this level of ability, you still dream of entering the Fairy Ancient City and competing with me, Andariel, for a seat?!"

"Die! Die in advance, all of you!"

"The road to the underworld has opened! I am here to bury you!!!"

The terrifying sound waves accompanied by ocean-like energy directly created an invisible tsunami above the ruins.

Orion gritted his teeth, a brilliant light like crystal bloomed from his body, and he rushed forward with a determined look.
(End of this chapter)