Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 281 Prophet, prophecy, and the [Golden Fire] fusion of the three domains!
"Did you do this? Alazan."

As they headed towards the Destiny Empire, Ronan deliberately lagged behind Jason for a distance and asked Alazan in his heart.

"what?"

Alazan's reply was full of doubt. He didn't even know what Ronan had just experienced. His soul was declining, and he spent most of the day sleeping except when necessary.

If it wasn't Alazan, then who could it be?

Ronan raised his head and glanced at Jason's back, his face showing no emotion.

He was sure that the bell sound just now was not an illusion. His body still felt as if his soul had been cleansed. Even the sequelae of the first "reincarnation dream" had been reduced a lot, and he was in a state where he could have a second "dream" at any time.

"The Pendulum of Fate."

Ronan silently recited the name, took a deep breath, and buried the doubts in his heart.

After entering the border of the Destiny Empire, Ronan and Jason walked for another half a day and arrived at a small town at sunset. At this time, the bell rang again.

"clang--"

"clang--"

"clang--"

It was a heavy sound similar to the collision of brass artifacts, with a hint of heaviness and sadness. This time Ronan did not feel any special vibration in his soul, but this time, Jason also heard it.

The wizarding town they arrived at was filled with bells ringing in every household, and a black bell tower in the center of the town was ringing the bell repeatedly.

Countless people gathered in the small square under the clock tower. No one spoke and the whole town was immersed in a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

"What happened?"

Ronan and Jason walked slowly into the town with a little suspicion. From their point of view, it seemed that an inexplicable ceremony was being held here.

As the most mysterious of the three central wizarding empires, the Destiny Empire has many customs and etiquette that are different from those of the ordinary wizarding world.

"I'll go find out."

Jason asked Ronan to stop and wait at a street corner, and walked alone towards the clock tower in the center of the town.

After about half an hourglass' time, the crowd gathered in the central square of the town gradually dispersed, and Jason also returned.

"Their prophet is dead."

Jason’s face showed some understanding, “A new prophet has taken the throne.

The bells they played were both farewell and welcoming bells, which was an old tradition of the Empire of Destiny.
It's a coincidence, if you calculate the time, the old prophet died just when we crossed the blue bacteria border."

Ronan was startled when he heard this, as if he had thought of something.

Jason also said, “I think there’s probably a reasonable explanation for the bell sound you heard earlier.

You must have had some strange resonance with the sound of the pendulum of fate at that moment."

"maybe."

Ronan nodded, looking at the natives of the Fate Empire who hurried by with solemn expressions, and couldn't help but ask: "Do you know what level of wizard their prophet is? Dawn? Or Twilight?"

"There may not be any Twilight-level wizards in the entire Upper Ring Continent."

Jason shook his head and said, “The power of the prophet does not lie in his strength, but in his accurate prediction of everything.

The predictions of the pendulum of fate have never been wrong. Before the old prophet died, he left three final predictions.

"What prophecy?"

Ronan was curious.

Jason curled his lips and said, "If I knew, I wouldn't be staying here now.

No one knows the true content of the prophecy except the new prophet."

Ronan didn't say anything else, but instead communicated in his mind with Alazan, who had just been awakened.

“Prophecy wizards have always been the most mysterious and rare group, and their way of seeking truth is very different from that of ordinary wizards.

I once knew a Twilight wizard at the 'Cause and Effect Altar', and his method of practice was very peculiar - he drew strength to ascend from the feedback of prophecies coming true."

"What do you mean?"

“Every once in a while he would make a prophecy. The more powerful the object of the prophecy, the greater the event predicted, and the longer the time span of the prophecy, the more power he could gain.

You can think of prophecy wizards as a group of special fruit farmers. They plant seeds at the right time, and then all they need to do is wait quietly for the seeds to germinate, grow into trees, produce fruits, and ripen...”

Ronan blinked his eyes. It was the first time he heard of such a miraculous way of cultivation. It did not require meditation, hard training, or any resources. All he needed to do was open his mouth and brag a few times, and his strength would naturally increase.

"What if the prophecy fails?"

Ronan couldn't help but ask.

"You will suffer backlash, lose power, and drop in level. In serious cases, your body and soul will decay faster..."

"Okay." It doesn't seem as easy as he imagined. It's more like a gamble with fate.

If you win, you gain both fame and fortune; if you lose, you lose everything, and may even lose your life.

"Don't mess with any real prophecy wizard easily."

Alazan's tone suddenly became serious.

"They are often more terrifying than curse wizards.

They can predict a person's death and forcibly bring bad luck to you. Sometimes, in order to ensure the accuracy of their predictions, they may even intervene forcefully.
No matter what kind of prophecy it is, whether good or bad, it is essentially just a curse."

Ronan nodded, agreeing with Alazan's last words.

He had seen through the fog and faced his true heart. All he had sought along the way was to break free from the control of fate.

What he found most disgusting was the act of prophecy that forcibly nailed a person's fate. In Ronan's view, even an insignificant ant should have infinite future possibilities!

However, just as he was thinking this, Alazan's next words made him frown.

"..Before, only you could hear the sound of the soul pendulum. Combined with the characteristics of the prophecy spell school of the fate pendulum, I guess that among the three prophecies left by the dead wizard, there may be one related to you..."

"Is it related to me?"

Ronan couldn't help but frown, feeling puzzled: "I am just a small third-level wizard who has just set foot in the Fate Empire. Why would the prophet who is high above the Fate Pendulum come to predict me?"

"After you inherited the Amber of the Soul, the name Ronan Damien was destined to be extraordinary. Don't underestimate yourself."

Alazan said calmly: "Besides, I only said it was related to you, and I didn't say it was a prophecy directed at you personally.

Maybe something big is about to happen on this land, or a remarkable person is born, and you happen to have some necessary intersection with them, and you may not be the only one who hears the bell at that moment.
The doctrine of fate is the most complicated, and no one can fully interpret a prophecy except the wizard who made the prediction. "

“I hate this feeling of being forced into certain categories.”

Ronan spoke coldly, cutting off the communication between him and Alazan.

He and Jason didn't stay in the town for too long and soon continued on their way.

The death of the Prophet of the Pendulum of Fate caused the entire empire to ring bells in tribute. In the following time, whenever the two of them got close to a crowd, they could almost hear the continuous ringing of bells.

This caused the two people, who had originally planned to take a short rest somewhere, to travel without stopping for a moment, and it took them a full two months to reach the center of the Destiny Empire.

In the dark and quiet room, there is an old brass pendulum ornament hanging on the wall and a few clay animal dolls placed in the corner. The faint light of runes fills the entire room, like a moon veil, exuding a mysterious aura that belongs only to wizards.

A small crystal fish tank was placed on the floor in the middle of the room. Two snow-white scallops were floating in the tank. When the shells were opened, a naked little singer was singing.

The dust fairy Arrietty was running along the edge of the fish tank, holding a few hand flowers made of water plants in her hands. She was like the most loyal fan of the two beauty clams below, so excited that her little face turned red.

Ronan was sitting next to the lively "Crystal Tank Concert" scene, wearing only simple underwear, with her long white hair casually draped.

His hands formed complex and strange marks on his chest, and his lips moved slightly, continuously uttering one ancient and obscure syllable after another.

Sudden.

"Om-"

Accompanied by a strange trembling sound, the air in the room was like a transparent curtain that was vigorously lifted by someone, and it twisted into a wave shape. Beauty Bei's beautiful singing voice was distorted, as if something was rapidly spreading out.

Ronan's body did not move, but his naturally hanging long hair flew up on its own. A golden human-shaped shadow suddenly jumped out of his body, and in less than the time it took to blink, it quickly retracted into his body.

Soon after, wisps of golden smoke began to rise from his entire body. The temperature in the room did not change at all, but he gave people an inexplicable feeling of being scorching hot and as if being cast in gold.

"call--"

Ronan opened his eyes, opened his mouth and slowly exhaled a breath of hot, turbid air, with a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

“Finally a breakthrough”

Bringing up the character panel, you can clearly see that in the skill column, the proficiency of the spell [Lingmaya Golden Soul] has changed from "Expert (800/800)" to "Master (1/1600)".

The derived extraordinary domain of law is also [Golden Fire].

But the power of this [Golden Fire] is rarely seen in that it targets the soul.

Internally, it can strengthen one's own soul, and externally, it can "ignite" and harm the opponent's soul.

"Just as I expected, the power of the domain derived from the [Lingmaya Golden Soul] and the power of the domain of the other two [Golden Fires] began to merge autonomously."

Ronan's mental power surged out, and black iron, silver, and gold floated around him. An inexplicably powerful force surged in his body, as if it was nurturing and paving the way for an even more terrifying existence.

Ronan has never neglected the practice of the spell inheritance of [Golden Fire Spirit Maya]. So far, he has successfully improved the proficiency of three of the five [Golden Fire] spell inheritances, including [Golden Soul], to at least "Master Level", and derived an extraordinary magic domain.

The only ones that have not yet broken through to the master level are [Lingmaya Bronze Head] and [Lingmaya Diamond Heart].

[Touch of Black Steel], [Body of Silver] and the [Soul of Gold] which just completed a breakthrough, the three spells that have reached the master level and derived from the extraordinary domain of [Golden Fire], the effects correspond to the attack and defense at the physical energy level, as well as the attack and defense at the soul level.

The three [Golden Fire] extraordinary realms of the same origin began to merge autonomously as soon as they were born, and naturally reached the state of fusion of the three realms, transforming into a higher level [Golden Fire] realm.

(End of this chapter)