Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 308 Echo Tide, Breakthrough
When Ronan’s own thoughts could no longer have any further influence on the fifteen crystals, “BOOM”!
The energy particles gathered by the promotion array finally fell on him, transforming into an even greater pressure, which was heavily exerted on the fifteen crystals.

"Crunch, crunch -"

Fourteen spiritual power crystals plus a light cocoon, squeezed together, made a teeth-grinding sound.

The effect of the magic circle acted on Ronan's soul. Part of his soul power began to burn, turning into turbid flames with golden wisps of black and gray, entwined between the spiritual power crystals and light cocoons that were "squeezed" into a ball.

At this moment, Ronan understood why Alazan said that his success rate would be very low if he chose the lowest level of advancement array.

Because his foundation is too profound, he has fifteen spiritual power crystals, which far exceeds that of ordinary third-level wizards. And because of three times of spiritual power purification, the strength of each spiritual power crystal is also far beyond that of ordinary people.

The soul fire generated by the burning of the soul is not pure enough, so the first step of "breaking and melting" is extremely difficult.

Without the help of a higher-level promotion array, the "squeezing force" that a low-level array can provide is simply not enough.

Even with the intermediate Dawn Promotion Array, Ronan's spiritual power crystal was a bit too "stubborn".

Ronan thought of the green-braided witch who had been promoted almost at the same time as him. She might have already started the second or even third step.

The ancient magic circle continued to operate, and the plump magic crystals inlaid in the magic circle were quickly consumed and dimmed.

The energy particles gathered in the void were like a snowball, gathering more and more, turning into a substantial crystalline stream of water, which washed over Ronan's body fiercely.

Ronan felt a tremendous pressure in both his body and soul.

I don’t know how long this process took.

"Click——"

Ronan finally heard the long-awaited sound of cracking.

In the desolate ruins, the ancient Yinduo spirits roamed everywhere.

Siegel walked silently among the ruins, trying his best to avoid the groups of wandering sound spirits whose bodies emitted a faint black light.

"Boom——"

Suddenly he heard a dull thunder.

It came from quite far away.

The sound was so clear in the dead silence of the wilderness that in an instant, countless strange ancient spirits in the ruins suddenly stopped their wandering movements and raised their heads faintly in one direction.

Siegel turned suddenly and looked in the direction where the thunder came from.

He saw a huge vortex of mottled energy appear in the dim sky in the distance. Every time the vortex rotated and the energy rolled, a sound similar to muffled thunder was emitted.

In the ruins, some of the ancient spirits whose "emotions" were stimulated by the sound returned to normal and continued to wander aimlessly. Some were attracted by the sound of the whirlpool and began to slowly move towards the direction where the sound came from.

Siegel stood there, silently watching the whirlpool, his eyes flashing.

After a moment, he turned around expressionlessly and continued what he had unfinished.

He had wasted enough time.

"Kacha kacha——"

Fine cracking sounds continued to echo in the space of consciousness.

At this time, except for the white light cocoon of [Secret Pupa], the surfaces of Ronan's other fourteen spiritual power crystals have shown signs of cracks, and the degree of cracks is still deepening.

The soul fire burned quietly, burning the broken edges of the spiritual power crystals like beeswax melting.

At the same time, it is also taking away some of the impurities that have settled in Ronan's soul.

Ronan sat cross-legged with his eyes closed quietly, standing still in the torrent of energy pouring down like a waterfall, like an unchanging reef.

Around him, the edge of the fourth-order magic circle was now densely packed with ancient sound spirits attracted by the static and dynamic movement.

They lay on the energy shield of the magic circle, and their blurry figures looked like distorted faces in the ripples that were constantly rippling.

They rushed to press their faces against the transparent light shield, staring greedily at the figure in the center of the magic circle with wide eyes, and more sound spirits were constantly squeezing in.

"too slow."

Ronan began to feel dissatisfied with the current pace of promotion.

He suddenly released a part of his mental power, which seeped into the huge energy flow outside his body.

Under the active attraction of mental power, the already huge energy vortex suddenly became even larger, and more energy particles gathered.

"Boom!"

Ronan's body shook slightly, as if a whole mountain suddenly pressed down on him. In his consciousness space, the speed at which the fourteen spiritual power crystals broke suddenly increased.

At the same time, the number of ancient sound spirits outside the magic circle began to surge, and soon the entire room and the magic circle were packed with people, and even the figure in the center of the magic circle was completely submerged.
"call--"

Ronan's consciousness space vibrated slightly.

The fourteen completely shattered spiritual power crystals melted like wax under the burning of the blazing soul fire, perfectly wrapping up the remaining white light cocoon.

The soul symbols engraved in the shattered spiritual crystals gradually converged towards the center, like totems floating in the water. This was a process of destruction followed by reconstruction, transformation and rebirth.

Ronan's heart slowly calmed down, and he gradually entered an indescribable mysterious state.

He looked at his spiritual power that had melted and gathered into a ball. It was "solidifying" and re-condensing into another more advanced form.

From the outside it looked like a multi-faceted golden crystal, and then it quickly changed into a perfect golden sphere.

The shadows of runes kept flashing inside the sphere, and Ronan could see clearly what each of the flashing runes looked like at first.

Gradually, I couldn't see clearly anymore, and it seemed that the sphere became particularly turbid.

It was as if there was a thick fog lingering in it.

He instinctively wanted to clear away the fog, and he didn't know how long this process took.

Suddenly, a beam of light leaked out from the mist of the sphere.

Ronan was like a person who had stumbled and run in the fog of the dark night for a long time, and finally walked out of the fog and welcomed the bright dawn he had been longing for.

He opened his eyes wide to embrace the openness and joy of the moment.

then
In the light behind the fog, he saw——

In the wind and snow, there are multi-headed giant snakes with eyes as red as the sun!

Above the yellow sand, there is the eternal, immortal, glorious and dazzling Golden Kingdom!
Under the sky, thunder and hurricanes are raging and roaring!
In the void space, there is a silver key folded from countless mirror lights!
The vast sea of ​​stars, the dark hole that swallows everything
Visions of spells flashed rapidly before Ronan's eyes.

As long as a century.

Or just a blink of an eye.

At a certain moment.
"thump--"

Ronan seemed to hear the heartbeat of a new life being born!
next second.

He was completely immersed in the boundless ocean of elements.

"Roar--"

In the ruins and wilderness, the ancient Yinduo spirit, which was long and narrow, with many claws and legs, shaped like a mantis, and with a large number of white distorted light patterns floating on its dark body, raised its head and roared silently.

Visible ripples emerged from its mouth in circles.

After roaring, it looked like a ghost and ran silently towards a colorful energy cloud in the distant sky.

Similar scenes are playing out in every corner of this ruined wilderness.

If you look down from a high altitude at this time, you can clearly see that in an area where the inner and outer corridors of the Corridor of Silence meet, countless ancient sound spirits are all swarming towards one location.

“It has formed an ‘echo tide’”

Several figures were suspended in the air, one of them a wizard was looking towards the inner corridor and muttering to himself.

At this moment, he could even speak directly with his mouth without causing any attack from the ancient Yinduo spirit.

Almost all the ancient Yinduo spirits in this area were attracted by the rolling energy clouds in the distance, and the sounds of falling rocks or thunder could be heard continuously in the wilderness.

"Who on earth was so reckless as to cause such a big commotion?
Now I can’t get out for a short time.”

A dignified-looking wizard said with a frown.

"Let's go deeper into the corridor and wait for this 'echo wave' to pass."

Someone suggested, but someone soon shook their head, "The genius of the Wuxin Palace, Qige, has just been promoted to level 5. Since the opening of the Silent Corridor, he has been honing his combat skills in the depths of the outer corridor with the help of the sound spirit.
There's more noise out there than this."

Several people were talking in low voices, and did not notice that a wizard standing at the edge of the crowd had a gloomy face at this moment.

Suddenly, his body shot out towards the direction where the spectacular "Echo Tide" erupted.

Siegel quickly moved among the silently running ancient Yinduo spirits, his eyes flashing rapidly.

He had no expression on his face and just kept speeding up.

Two figures hurriedly flew out from the depths of a flowing inner corridor like a tide from the countless ancient spirits.

A man and a woman, wearing the robes of the Black Moon School, both had slightly solemn expressions.

Siegel passed the two men straight past each other, and at the moment of passing, he saw the surprised and puzzled expressions on their faces.

Without a word he rushed into the inner corridor.

Siegel didn't stop suddenly until he arrived at the door of a familiar place.

Seeing the densely packed, crowded, almost countless ancient sound spirits in front of him, even though Siegel was a fourth-level wizard, he felt his scalp tingling at this moment and subconsciously took a breath of cold air.

(End of this chapter)