Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 419: The Son of Ice Scar, the Ancient Frost Whale! The Ancient Creature Closest to Mythology
Light and shadow change.

A familiar sense of spatial alternation.

An obscure and cold breath hit me in the face, as if I had unexpectedly waded into an ancient glacier barefoot.

He felt a struggle between his fingers, and Ronan subconsciously tightened his fingers.

"Click——"

But he crushed something easily.

He narrowed his eyes, shook off the remaining ice chips between his fingers, stretched his body, pushed away the layers of cold air around him, and rushed towards a rapidly flashing deep blue light ball in front of him.

The dark red threads condensed from the spirit stretched out rapidly, but when they were about to approach the ball of light, they were stopped by an unprecedented powerful freezing force. Their speed kept slowing down, and finally they stopped completely. They were even frozen one by one, covered with white frost, and even broken.

Ronan's eyes flickered as he moved straight towards the ball of light.

The liquid life water ball in the body vibrated, the blue snails in the fifteen-layer conch palace hummed, and the blood rushed, making a sound like the sea tide hitting the rocks.

More blood-red lights emerged from every broken bloodstain on Ronan's body, crackling and connecting into surging blood-red lightning.

The terrifying freezing force in the air was like an invisible and thick wall of ice, constantly pressing towards him from all directions.

The scarlet veins scattered around Ronan suddenly contracted, and the power of the rules of [Instinct Grip] pried them apart.
"Kakaka-"

Ronan stretched out his hands, and the Dead Sea surged, forcibly pushing away the terrifying freezing force that was everywhere.

"Om-"

The dense dark red threads of spirit made a strange trembling sound, and the void was instantly divided into countless pieces by the strange power emerging from the Dead Sea, and Ronan's figure suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared again, he had an expressionless face and fiercely grabbed the deep blue light ball with his claws.

"boom!"

The collision of the two forces of rules produced a violent energy aftermath, and countless ice chips hit Ronan with a crackling sound, melting in an instant and turning into wisps of water vapor that rose up like smoke.

Ronan stood there calmly, his blood-red hair dancing, looking at Elsa who reappeared not far away.

The extremely rich ice energy particles in this space greatly enhanced the power of the ice magic. The woman in front of him was smarter than he thought. She took advantage of the change in space and Ronan's mind became slightly dazed, and she broke free from his hands.

Then it seemed that he used some more powerful magical ability, which was even more powerful than when he activated his Yuanling true body before.

At this time, Elsa was making seals with her hands. One by one, spirit crystals appeared around her like dazzling stars, and then slowly overlapped together, condensing into an extremely dazzling ball of light, which was slowly swallowed into Elsa's mouth.

As this action was completed, Elsa's aura soared upwards like crazy, and almost endless ice energy gathered towards her. On her almost perfect cheeks, some complex patterns that looked like cracks and ice flowers began to appear.

"The innate ability of the Eight-Star Spirit?"

Ronan's eyes flickered and he spoke in a low voice.

He had heard Alazan say that having eight Yuanling stars could potentially generate a unique innate ability, which was the condensation of one's own accumulation and could be considered a "reward" from nature.

This is also the fundamental reason why there is a huge difference in strength and potential between Yuan Ling who has achieved eight stars and wizards below eight stars.

In an era when the Nine-Star Supreme Yuan Ling has become extinct, a wizard who can condense into an Eight-Star Yuan Ling is the undisputed king among the same level!
Elsa's spirit grade is eight stars, and obviously she also possesses this innate power. She had previously underestimated Ronan's strength, and the battle was ended by Ronan unexpectedly.

Now that he had found an opportunity, he immediately demonstrated the true power of an eight-star spirit owner. This was Ronan's first time fighting against a genius of this level of spirit. When he activated the [Innocent Body], he could even feel a hint of threat from Elsa.

"You know a lot."

Elsa looked at Ronan, the light on her body became brighter and brighter, her hair and long skirt moved without wind, and even her voice became ethereal and vague, as if it was the chorus of countless people standing in a glacial canyon.

Elsa raised her right hand slightly, and a wave of magic was emitted. Huge prism-like ice crystals immediately appeared between the two of them. These ice crystals blocked Ronan's vision and even his mental power. In his perception, Elsa's figure seemed to become distant and erratic.

Obviously, after suffering a loss at the hands of Ronan's terrifying close combat skills, Elsa began to consciously keep a sufficient casting distance from Ronan.

Ronan looked at Elsa in front of him and suddenly came out of the state of [Innocent Body].

"Since you're already here, why not think about how to find the Ice Emperor's inheritance first? It won't be too late to fight later."

Ronan slowly put on his robe and said calmly, "It should consume a lot of energy to activate your spiritual talent once."

Elsa had a blank expression on her face, but there was a slight flicker of light in her beautiful eyes, as if she was moved by Ronan's words.

Ronan didn't bother to pay attention to her and started looking around.

After the ice ring marks on him and Elsa were combined, they were forcibly teleported into the strange secret space in front of them.

It was not until now that he had time to take a good look at the situation around him.

——Ice field.

Under his feet was an extremely vast and boundless ice field with no visible boundaries.

There were nineteen snow-white suns hanging in the sky, and countless motionless auroras.

Tiny particles of ice dust are suspended in the air, and no changes in airflow or light can be felt.

It was as if everything was still, as if we had arrived at a place that time had forgotten.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and looked at this empty and silent world. All his knowledge of the Ice Ring and the Ice Emperor came from Soraya of White Stone Castle, but it was obvious that Soraya did not know much about this ancient heritage.

This is also one of the reasons why he chose to temporarily cease fighting with Elsa.

Born as a frost leader, Elsa is obviously here to inherit the Ice Emperor's legacy, so she should know much more than him.

Ronan closed his eyes, and felt a slight sensation from the ice ring mark deep in his soul, as if something was calling him from a very distant direction.

He turned his head and met Erza's gaze.

The opponent had already withdrawn from the fighting state and restrained his breath. It seemed that after thinking about it, he finally agreed to Ronan's proposal of a temporary truce.

The two of them started moving in the same direction in tacit understanding.

Elsa always kept a certain distance from Ronan.

Nineteen frozen suns hung high in the sky, like the eternal frozen aurora. On the boundless ice field, two tiny human figures as small as dust were moving forward one after the other.

Ronan tried flying at first, but gradually he found that no matter how fast he flew, his speed seemed to be no different from walking.

He was unable to distance himself from Elsa, who was measuring the snow with her footsteps like a devout pilgrim, so he simply stopped and took a stroll.

In the vast world, there was no sound except for the rustling sound of footsteps stepping through the snow.

I don't know how long it took.

"wrong!"

Ronan suddenly stopped, looked around, and frowned.

He had been consciously calculating the time in his mind. They had been walking on the ice field for at least three months, but the surrounding scenery had never changed at all. The two seemed to be trapped in the same place, going around in circles.

The call brought by the ice ring mark deep in the soul has never changed, and has always remained in a state of being there and not there.

"Don't you feel something is wrong?"

Ronan called out to Elsa in the distance.

The latter seemed not to hear his words at all, and continued to walk forward step by step with a solemn expression.

"Has the test of the Ice Emperor inheritance begun?"

Ronan looked into the distance, thoughtfully.

He didn't know when he couldn't contact Alazan, and he couldn't even enter the foggy space.

At present, it seems that he has no choice but to keep going.

“I don’t feel hunger or thirst, nor do I lose my energy.”

If this was really a test, Ronan felt that he had probably guessed the specific content of the test.

His eyes flickered, he took a deep breath, and continued walking forward.

One day, two days, three days.
January, February, March.
One year, two years, three years.
The vast ice field seemed to have no end. Ronan kept counting the time silently, but he could not feel the passage of time.

In the endless journey, loneliness and despair with no end in sight eroded Ronan's will bit by bit like floating ice on the sea.

Even though he knew very well that this was a test he had to endure before meeting the inheritance, even someone as determined as Ronan would sometimes feel uncontrollably confused when looking at the eternal and unchanging road ahead.

Loneliness can easily breed distracting thoughts, and memories come flooding back like ruminations.

Ronan's advantage is probably that, thanks to his many times of practicing Spirit Amber, he can ruminate far more memories than the average wizard.

He calculated time at first, but later his concept of time gradually became vague.

No one knew when, but Elsa, who had been walking in front of him, suddenly changed direction and started to return the way they came.

Ronan moved closer and found that Elsa was mumbling something. Her eyes were completely distracted and she was obviously on the verge of collapse.

Ronan hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to stop Elsa, knocked her unconscious, and forcibly carried her on his back, continuing to move forward with her.

It’s not that he is so kind.

But in this long torture of despair, having someone to accompany him is much better than being alone.

Even if it is a "corpse" that cannot communicate.

Without Elsa in sight, the feeling of loneliness became more and more intense.

No matter how many memories there are, there will come a day when all the ruminations will be over. Loneliness is like an invisible wind, constantly blowing the vivid memories in Ronan's mind dimmer and dimmer.

Ronan began to stop.

Sometimes I stay in one place for a very long time.

He carried Elsa on his back and looked up at the nineteen white suns and countless frozen auroras in the sky, staring at them for a long time.

Then at some point I suddenly wake up and move on.

When the only memory he could recall was the unchanging white ice field, Ronan began to write his own name on the snow with every step he took.

This was the only way he could prevent himself from forgetting his name.

Because there are so many things he has forgotten.

For example, who is the person he is carrying on his back?

For example, why is he in this place?
For example, where is he going if he keeps walking?
During this long journey, Ronan found unprecedented peace of mind.

When he completely forgot his own name, Ronan stopped completely.

He sat down on the snow, closed his eyes, and began to think.

In a trance, he seemed to become one with the ice field beneath him, and then the light in the sky above his head began to change.

All those solidified auroras began to flow, and nineteen suns rose and set alternately.

His consciousness extended infinitely.

Digging away the thick snow under his feet, Ronan saw figures frozen in the ice. They were of various races, wearing ancient costumes, and roses made of ice grew from their chests, mouths and eyes.

On the ice field, giant beasts were running, emitting desolate and distant roars.

The rugged and steep glaciers are undulating and, if you look closely, they look like huge broken ice caps.

Millions of frozen weapons were forged into a snowy field with their blades pointing upwards. A giant with bloodshot eyes knelt on the ground and tore open his chest with all his strength. His white ribs supported a huge throne.
Before Ronan could see clearly the person sitting on the throne.

suddenly.

All the scenes disappeared again.

He opened his eyes and found that everything in front of him had not changed and was still the same as before.

wrong.

It seems that there is still some change.

On the ice field that seemed flat at first glance, a small black dot suddenly appeared.

Ronan narrowed his eyes and stared at the black spot for a long time.

An impulse emerged from nowhere, pulling him up, and he slowly got up from the ground and walked towards the black spot.

Step by step.

Ronan kept getting closer to the black spot.

Gradually, I could see clearly that it was a huge throne made of countless ice crystal thorns.

There was a man sitting on the throne.

He wore a broken crown, a rotten royal robe, and a broken ice crystal sword was slanted at his feet. He was almost completely connected to the throne, and the ice thorns passed through his body and grew out again.

His face was covered with wrinkles, his fingers were covered with blue-black spots, his eye bags were so thick that his eyes were almost invisible, his head was slightly drooped, and his crown seemed like it would slip off at any time.

Ronan stood in front of this man, looking at him steadily, confusion and thought flashing in his eyes.

After a long, long time, Ronan finally spoke.

"you"

He then realized that his voice had become extremely hoarse, and that he had to think for a long time before he could remember many syllables.

"So old."

"puff--"

Ronan seemed to hear the person sitting on the throne in front of him sneer.

A voice sounded softly in his ear.

"Do you think you are young now?"

The old man, whose fingers were hanging limply on the armrest of the throne, slowly moved them, and then an ice mirror shining with silver light appeared in front of Ronan.

Ronan looked towards the mirror and saw an old man with a hunched body, dry hair and wrinkled face. His eyes were as turbid as muddy water full of impurities. A pair of dry and skinny arms were tightly wrapped around his neck. A woman who was also so old that her hair was almost gone was curled up on his back.

Ronan stared blankly at the person in the mirror, the man who had almost difficulty opening his eyes spoke again.

"Do you remember who you are?"

"I"

Ronan opened his mouth subconsciously, but couldn't utter a word.

Countless years have washed away all memories of the past in his mind, and his brain is blank, just like the ice field before him.

"Click——"

At this moment, a long crack suddenly appeared on the mirror in front of him.

In an instant, the memory of trekking on the ice field for thousands of years was quickly compressed into a thin line. The past memories were awakened by a force, and the pictures were re-colored and began to become vivid and alive.

Frozen memories emerged, and Ronan gradually remembered everything about himself.

The person in the broken ice mirror also began to quickly shed his old and decayed shell, becoming young again.

When the last piece of the broken ice mirror fell, Ronan completely regained his youth.

He looked down at his hands which had become white and slender again, then looked at the person sitting on the throne in front of him, and everything seemed self-evident.

A violent struggle sounded from behind him, and Elsa staggered towards the person on the throne, and finally fell to her knees at his feet. Her expression was agitated, her lips trembling, as if she wanted to say something.

But in the next moment, an old, swollen finger gently touched his forehead.

"Om-"

In an instant, a drop of blood with a hint of ice blue silently merged into Elsa's brow.

A force instantly enveloped Elsa.

A terrible chill surged up and condensed into a gorgeous and majestic frost dragon above Elsa's head.

Ronan looked at Elsa who was wrapped into a big cocoon by the heavy blood power, his eyes flashing.

In the power of this bloodline, he could clearly sense the strange fluctuations he had felt when he successfully deduced the bloodline of the ancient frost hydra dragon.

"Ancient bloodline."

Ronan pursed his lips slightly but said nothing.

At this time, the man sitting on the throne of thorns spoke to him again.

"Want to hear my story?"

Ronan leaned forward calmly and saluted.

"my pleasure."

With a chuckle, a young, upright and energetic figure stood up from the throne, while the old and unrecognizable body seemed to have completely "died" as if the soul had been taken away.

A man appeared in front of Ronan.

He had blue-gold eyes and the same beautiful frosty hair as Ronan.

He is not handsome, but he has a great charm that spans the long river of time and solidifies eternity.

He stood beside Ronan, shoulder to shoulder with him, and talked to him like an old friend.

"The Eldathri, a tribe living in the frozen lands of the far north.

In Oring language, it means 'Son of Ice Scar'."

"Oringen?"

Ronan blinked and looked at the man in front of him.

The man chuckled and explained, "That was the language used by the gods before the ancient times. After the gods left the stage, the Oring language was gradually abandoned and forgotten."

As he spoke, the man raised his hand and gently stroked the empty space in front of him.

In an instant, Ronan saw that the unchanging ice field in front of him was gently turned over by the man's hands like a page of a thick ancient book.

A new scene appeared before him.

He saw even more ancient ice fields and rolling glaciers. There were people dressed in strange clothes, full of wildness and ruggedness, running back and forth between huge igloos.

The animal skin flags embroidered with ice patterns fluttered in the wind and snow.

The man led Ronan forward, and the two walked step by step into this ancient and barbaric tribe. Everything around them seemed so real, but everyone ignored them.

Ronan looked back and saw that Elsa, who was receiving the bloodline inheritance, had been buried by the howling snow and wind and was no longer visible.

The man led Ronan through one igloo after another, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

"On a night when the snow stopped, the stars were so quiet and bright."

The sky above quickly turned from day to night, and stars appeared all over the sky. The man spoke in a low voice while casually pushing open the door of an igloo in front of him.

The loud cry of a baby rang in Ronan's ears, and he saw a young man and woman looking at a newborn baby with joy on their faces.

“A young Edathiri couple welcomed their seventh child, whom they named – Chagusconner.

Whale Eater.

That’s me.”

The man spoke quietly, and Ronan exhaled softly.

Even though he had guessed the man's identity thousands of times in his heart, when he was sure that he was the legendary Ice Emperor Chagus Connor, Ronan couldn't help but feel a little excited.

The man stood beside the young couple, looking quietly at this family surrounded by happiness and joy with gentle eyes.

"Do you know why they named me that?"

The man looked at Ronan, who shook his head.

"On the ice field, whale meat has always been the most respected delicacy, and only the most noble people in the tribe are qualified to enjoy it."

The man said slowly, "They hope that I can be the one who enjoys whale meat forever... What a beautiful and simple expectation."

The man sighed as the scene before him began to change rapidly.

Ronan watched the baby in the cradle grow up at a speed visible to the naked eye. As time passed, he ran, played, and fought on the ice and snow...carefree, and grew into a tall and strong teenager.

"Woo-"

A desolate horn sounded across the snowy plain.

People gathered from all directions, as if they were about to hold an extremely grand sacrificial ceremony.

Ronan and the man stood outside the crowd like spectators, watching everything unfold quietly.

Ronan caught a glimpse of the young Chagus Connor in the crowd. His face was covered with red and black paints, and he looked extremely excited.

"In the ancient tradition of Eldathri, every son of Ice Scar needs to hunt an ice beast alone when he turns 18 to prove his adulthood."

The man was also looking at his younger self. He squinted his eyes and whispered to Ronan, "My father is one of the best hunters in the tribe. Each of his sons inherited his excellent hunting talent, including me."

"In this ceremony, the more precious and powerful the captured snow beast is, the more it proves the hunter's excellence."

"Since my name is Chagus Connor, I naturally hope to hunt a whale!"

Ronan heard the man whisper, "Moreover, it can't be an ordinary whale beast. It must be a top-level whale beast that is huge and old!"

Ronan saw the young Chagus Connor, with a dazzling light flashing in his eyes, which was a thriving self-confidence and ambition.

The young man stepped into the vast snowfield alone with a homemade spear and bow and arrow, the sun and the moon alternating above his head.

"I have traveled almost all over the glacier and have searched many, many places."

"I encountered one whale after another, but they were all very different from what I expected."

"A long time has passed, and it has long exceeded the time limit stipulated in the hunting ceremony. But at that time, I no longer cared about this. I just wanted to find a perfect prey and bring it back."

“I have been searching for a long time, but I have not been able to achieve my goal.

until one day."

“I accidentally entered a completely unfamiliar sea”

"Shh-"

As the man spoke, a strange sea with azure blue and dots of gold came into Ronan's sight.

Chagus Connor, who had grown from a boy to a young man, stood blankly at the edge of the boundless ocean, and seemed to be equally shocked by the mystery and beauty of this sea.

This magical sea is so pure and peaceful, as if it possesses some indescribable magic, deeply attracting everyone who sees it.

Just as Ronan was immersed in this great tranquility and mystery, suddenly.

The blue sea in front of me suddenly rose upwards, and the water level rose wildly, as if an invisible giant hand was holding up the entire ocean from below.

The young Chagus Connor was in a panic due to shock, and at the same time, Ronan heard the man speak softly in his ear.

“I finally met him.”

"it."

As "it" fell, a dazzling white color quickly rose from under the sea, boundless and directly occupied Ronan's entire vision.

Everything between heaven and earth was completely obscured by this dazzling whiteness.

Ronan was lost in the endless whiteness, and the man's voice in his ears suddenly became passionate and high-pitched, as if he was reminded of some years that made him feel very proud.

“I’ve spent almost half my life chasing after it.”

"All my troubles are caused by it, and all my glory is caused by it"

"I finally completed the hunt"

The man's voice suddenly dropped rapidly and became calm, with a hint of emotion and regret.

"But by that time, the tribe no longer existed."

Ronan forced himself to break away from the dazzling white that was still extending rapidly upwards, turned his head to look at the man beside him, and murmured: "So...what is it?"

"Ancient Frost Whale."

The man looked at him gently and said softly, "An ancient creature that has survived from the mythological era to the present day. It is probably one of the closest ancient creatures to true mythology in the world."

Ancient Frost Whale!

In an instant, Ronan's mind was shaken violently, and his entire body and even his soul seemed to be hit and pierced by some huge and majestic existence.

He finally understood it now.

The blue sea he had just seen was probably the eye of the Ancient Frost Whale, and the dazzling white that continued to rise endlessly was probably the extremely huge ancient body of the Ancient Frost Whale.

If nothing unexpected happens, there should be big chapters in the future, and the explosive updates will also be in one chapter
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