Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 315: Supreme Spirit, Transaction, Ghost Arrow
"After reaching level 4, you can practice the Amber Soul again."

The process of advancement to Dawn removed a large amount of impurities from Ronan's soul, and the soul disorders left over from the last entry selection were greatly alleviated. As long as he controlled the frequency of "reincarnation dreams", the situation should not become as bad as before.

Of course, this problem still needs to be thoroughly resolved before being promoted to level five.

Otherwise, it will definitely drag down the final grade of his Yuan Ling after its birth.

The best way to solve the soul sequelae caused by practicing "Spiritual Amber" is to take a sobering potion. Ronan already has an idea about how to obtain the sobering potion, but this idea needs him to reach a certain level before he can verify whether it is feasible.

"Release your spiritual light and let me feel it."

Alazan's voice suddenly rang out in my mind.

Ronan was slightly startled, "Why are you making the same request as Heliodo?"

Having said that, Ronan still released the restrictions on Alazan, and then his mind turned, allowing the dark golden sphere in the consciousness space to slowly open a gap.

"Shh-"

Rich and pure white light bloomed from the cracks, filled with a lively and spiritual atmosphere.

A strong white light also appeared around Ronan, pouring out from every pore of his body, as if he was bathing in holiness.

"Go ahead, let go as much as you can, give it your all, don't hold back"

Alazan kept urging.

Ronan's eyes flickered. In his consciousness space, the dark golden mental power core shaped like a mysterious eyeball "struggled" to hold up its "eyelids", and the spiritual crack on the core became larger and larger.

The white light around Ronan continued to grow stronger, and in the end, almost the entire spell trial field was shrouded in dazzling light. The white light formed a substantial distorted shape around him, spreading outward layer by layer like waves.

"Okay."

Finally, Alazan spoke.

The dark golden "eyeball" slowly closed, and the spiritual light slowly faded from Ronan's body.

"Based on the current strength of your soul's light, your soul's grade will probably be around six stars in the future."

Ronan frowned.

"Why, do you think it's too low?"

Alazan said calmly.

Ronan nodded. "It's a little lower than I expected. I originally thought that with my foundation, my Yuanling grade could reach seven stars."

Arazan said: "If you can completely eliminate the soul sedimentation brought by 'Reincarnation Dream', plus the accumulation in the subsequent fourth stage, it is indeed possible to reach the seventh star."

"Just a possibility?"

Ronan bowed his head.

Arazan shook his head and said, "You take this step too lightly, or rather, the time you have spent to reach this step is too short. Normally, a wizard needs at least a thousand years to reach the threshold of the birth of a fifth-level spirit.
What is it that you can rely on?
Talent? Background? Or luck? "

Ronan was slightly stunned.

Alazan's words made him realize something.

Yeah, what can he rely on?
He is an ordinary man from a minor noble family in a secular kingdom. In just a decade or so since he started to become a wizard, he has been able to reach this point and even has the potential to become a seven-star spirit. Why would he still feel unsatisfied?

Perhaps it was because he had been unconsciously comparing himself to Heramus.

Herams was able to reach the pinnacle of Dawn in less than a hundred years and become the most legendary wizard in the history of the entire Upper Ring Continent. That was because he possessed the most unparalleled superhuman talent in the history of the entire Upper Ring Continent!
He has no background and his accumulation is abundant compared to that of ordinary wizards, but how does it compare with Juventus, a true prodigy born with a silver spoon in his mouth?

The spells and runes he had learned and seen, the knowledge inheritance and resources he had been able to obtain at each stage, were probably not even a fraction of what the other party had.

His "luck" was good, as he possessed several powerful and ancient inheritances, and had private guidance from Alazan, a former eighth-level wizard.

But he currently does not have enough time to transform these things into his own foundation.

The only thing he has that others don't is probably the character panel that traveled with his soul. Unfortunately, the panel is just a tool, a crutch to support him moving forward, and he still has to walk the road ahead step by step.

"So..what do you think I should do next?"

Ronan raised his head and spoke calmly.

He knew that Alazan would not bring up this topic with him for no reason, and what followed was what Alazan really wanted to say.

"I would like to make a deal with you. Damien."

Alazan was silent for a while, then spoke slowly.

This was the first time that Alazan used the word "deal" with Ronan.

"You should know the factors that determine the quality of your Yuan Ling. Bloodline is innate and cannot be changed. So if you want to improve your Yuan Ling quality as much as possible, you can only start with your soul qualifications and knowledge accumulation.

For the former, you already have the "Spiritual Amber", so you just need to continue practicing step by step. Of course, the sobering potion is indispensable.

As for knowledge

Alazan paused, then finally told Ronan the details of the "deal" he was offering.

“I will provide you with enough ancient spiritual texts, but the price is that you need to help me do something.

Ten thousand ancient spiritual characters in exchange for you going to a place and getting something for me.
Of course not now, I will tell you when the time is right."

"The ancient spirit text can improve your foundation better than any rune knowledge. If you can maximize your foundation in both soul and knowledge, I am confident that your spirit can reach eight stars when you are at level five."

Ronan frowned slightly after listening to Alazan's statement.

In exchange for ten thousand ancient spiritual characters to do something for Alazan, should he marvel at Alazan's profound knowledge, or resent him for always keeping something from him?

After knowing that Alazan had such a large number of ancient spiritual texts in his hands, Ronan suddenly felt that his "desperate" behavior in the Spirit Lake Tower of Knowledge seemed so meaningless.

But on second thought, Alazan was not obligated to tell him everything he knew. After all, he and he were in a mutually beneficial relationship.

In fact, he had always been good to me and had taught me a lot of useful things. When they were in the Tower of Knowledge, he had warned and stopped me several times. Everything was his own choice.
"can."

Ronan thought for a while and nodded in agreement. He knew that this day would come sooner or later, and he had been waiting for Alazan to speak. Now that he could gain more inheritance of the ancient spiritual text, there was no reason not to agree.

After that, there was a long, slightly awkward silence between Ronan and Alazan.

Of course, it might just be Ronan who felt a little embarrassed.

From the initial relationship of parasite and parasite, to slowly changing into a relationship of both teacher and friend, to now returning to the essence of mutual exchange and utilization, the subtle "friendship" that used to cover up each other was torn away, and Ronan was still a little uncomfortable with it.

Finally, he took the initiative to break the silence.

"Juventus' soul qualification and spell mastery are both nine-star. Although his performance in the Tower of Knowledge is not as good as mine, his accumulation of knowledge should be far beyond mine. Is it possible for him to achieve a nine-star Yuanling?"

"Not too possible."

Alazan shook his head.

"The Nine-Star Spirit is also known as the Supreme Spirit. It is the first ticket to becoming a ninth-level supreme wizard. Although this statement is exaggerated, it is true that very few wizards can achieve the Nine-Star Spirit.
Even in our time, those who could achieve the ninth level of Yuanling were all top talents that all the major forces were vying for.
Juventus may be able to do extremely well in all aspects, but there is still a lot missing in the blood flowing in his body.

I have said before that the seventh-level first-generation bloodline is a gift he was born with, but it is also a fetter and shackle imposed on him by fate. Before Twilight, it is almost impossible to break it."

Ronan listened to Alazan's story, thinking deeply.

He thinks Juventus may also be aware of this. He is trying to replicate the legend of Herams, perhaps also wanting to break this shackles.

half year later.

Secret space, the magic experiment field behind the castle.

Ronan stood on the barren dry grass, quietly looking at a black pool in front of him.

The pool was about the same size as a small private swimming pool, and was filled with turbid black liquid that was surging violently as if boiling water. Wisps of black gas were constantly evaporating upwards, but they condensed and did not dissipate, and there was no sense of the temperature that boiling water should have.

In the middle of the pool, huge bubbles kept appearing, and there seemed to be some living creature struggling and rolling inside, and from time to time, low roars of pain and suppression could be heard.

Ronan stood by the pool, staring intently at the movements in the pool, chanting low and hoarse spells continuously, and occasionally taking out some strange materials and throwing them into the pool, as if a mysterious and evil ancient ritual was being performed.

This process lasted for a long time, until a certain moment, the boiling pool water suddenly calmed down, and the suppressed roar coming from the pool also disappeared, and Ronan's movements stopped.

On the calm black water surface, all the black smoke shrank back into the water, and a whirlpool quietly emerged in the center of the pool.

The water level of the turbid black liquid in the pool continued to drop.

"It's done."

When Ronan saw this scene, his eyes flashed slightly. After thinking for a while, he flipped his palm and threw a thin chip engraved with an inexplicable rune pattern into the growing vortex.

After a moment, all the turbid black liquid in the pool disappeared, as if it had been completely sucked dry by something.

Instead, there was a mass of thick black air above the center of the dried-up pool, with a faint chilly aura emanating from the black air.

Ronan casually made a spell and uttered short syllables.

The black gas suddenly dispersed, and then a slender figure slowly walked out of the black gas.

This was a boy who looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. His long hair, like dry grass, was scattered in front of his body in a messy manner. The hair ends gradually turned into a deep red color, and his eyes were also scarlet, as if they had been soaked in blood plasma.

The young man was wearing a ragged robe and standing barefoot in mid-air. His whole body was emitting some black and gray smoke, as if he had no weight at all. One glance could reveal his ghostly nature.

Ahashya!

Compared with before, the ghost boy Ahashiya's resentment seemed to be completely restrained at this time, but his aura became even stronger, and the undead aura he exuded directly caused the entire pool to be covered with frost and ice, and even spread to the surrounding grass.

Ahashiya looked around and finally locked his eyes on Ronan. He had a sinister look on his face, with scarlet light flashing in his eyes, and walked towards Ronan step by step.

Ronan looked at him calmly until Ahashiya walked up to him and knelt on one knee respectfully.

Ronan raised his hand slightly, and the body of Ahashiya in front of him suddenly dispersed, and then turned into a small arrow surrounded by black smoke, and shot out with a "whoosh".

Ronan's mind turned, and the ghost arrows shot back and forth in the void like fish, at an incredible speed. In just a short while, they left behind densely packed light black tracks that did not have time to dissipate.

During this time, the entire space was filled with a crying-like whimpering sound, which went straight into the depths of the soul, bringing people a chilling sense of fear.

"Whoosh-"

The small black arrow circled countless times and finally fell back into Ronan's palm, where he gently caught it.

Stroking the arrow that was extremely cold and had a strong metallic texture, Ronan's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

The process of practicing the [Ghost Arrow] spell was quite peculiar. Although it was called a spell, it was more like refining a unique magical tool, for which he had consumed a lot of resources.

However, the final result satisfied him. The ghost arrows made with Ahashiya as the embryo could directly attack the opponent's soul. A fourth-level dawn wizard without corresponding protective measures would probably die in one encounter.

Even if you can resist, you will be affected by the ghostly sound emitted when the ghost arrow is shot out, and the sonic attack of the ghost arrow is only of a range.

"The effect of this sonic attack can be further enhanced."

Ronan rubbed his palms together, and the small black arrow in his hand turned into the appearance of Ahashiya again with a "bang".

"Where's the rune fragment I fed you?"

Ronan asked him.

The ghost boy Ahashiya shook his head, his mouth slightly open, and a slightly incomplete rune pattern was stuck on his long blood-red tongue like a sticker.

Ronan said coldly: "I feed it to you, not for you to keep it as a decoration. Remember it, comprehend it, and engrave it into your soul and bones!"

Ahashiya retracted his long tongue, showing no dissatisfaction or resistance to Ronan's "harsh" rebuke.

Instead, there seemed to be a bright light flashing in his eyes, and he nodded unusually obediently.

Ghosts like Ahashiya who survive in the world after death entirely on a spirit of resentment act almost entirely on the basis of a wisp of obsession in their hearts. They are rarely able to think like normal people, let alone have any wisdom.

However, perhaps Ronan's tone just now was very similar to that of Ahashiya's mentor before his death, the previous generation of [Skeleton Deathstroke] who was killed by Mammoth.

Some residual memories deep in Ahashiya's soul were touched, so he was extremely respectful and obedient to Ronan at this time.

(End of this chapter)