Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 441 Pain, Ice and Fire, Choices, Nine Years

On countless nights when he woke up from meditation, Ronan looked up at the starry sky alone and asked himself - apart from the character panels that traveled with him, compared with those amazingly talented indigenous wizards, what unique advantages did he have that others did not possess.

The answer is the same every time.

He is not very smart, and his so-called perseverance and courage are all acquired bit by bit. He has stumbled along the way, and has been full of luck everywhere.

The only thing he could come up with seemed to be the practice of [Austerity Body Building]. The countless times of pain and torture brought him far exceeded the pain tolerance threshold of ordinary people.

however.

The only advantage he could be proud of was now like foam brought up by the tide, which was blown away by the slightest breeze.

He had never experienced such long and endless pain.

Ronan once read an ancient story in a book - in a distant country, there was a man who accidentally gained the ability to live forever. No matter how serious the injuries he suffered and how he died, he would be resurrected immediately the next second after his breathing completely stopped.

The man used this ability to become the most fearless, brave and skilled warrior on the battlefield. He conquered large tracts of territory for his country and gained unparalleled glory and reputation.

But when the war was completely over, people began to fear the man's existence. The man's immortality made everyone who saw him resurrect from the dead feel terrified.

People used women and fine wine to make the man let down his guard, and then locked him in a small, indestructible iron cage made of pure steel. Regardless of the man's anger and pleas, they threw him and the cage into the endless deep sea.

From then on, the man could only be trapped in an endless cycle of drowning, resurrection, and then drowning again.

This is an ironic fable about the pursuit and fear of eternal life.

Ronan had already forgotten what comments he had made on this story. Now, he seemed to have fallen into the same terrible curse of immortality as the immortal in the story.

No.

It's far more terrifying than that.

Ronan was completely immersed in the hot magma.

The power of the ancient frost whale bloodline formed a thin layer of blue light film in his body, firmly protecting his internal organs and bones, but the magma melted his skin and poured in from his mouth and nose, burning his mouth, eyeballs, and flesh.
The ancient ice and frost could not resist the huge amount of fire element energy that had accumulated in the Fire Realm for countless thousands of years. After all, Ronan's ancient frost whale bloodline concentration was only one percent. Although the blue-gold water droplets on his brows were vibrating wildly, and the remaining ancient frost bloodline contained in the Ice Emperor's inheritance was constantly merging into his body, it was still a drop in the bucket.

It is only a matter of time before the frost runs out. It won't be long before Ronan's flesh, blood, bones, and internal organs will be completely burned. His soul will also be unable to escape and will eventually turn into nothingness.

But before Molly "left", she gave everything to Ronan - including her own bloodline and the phoenix bloodline inherited from Wallis.

This magical blood power known as "immortality" constantly gives him new life in the midst of destruction.

Ronan was constantly destroyed in the flames, but he also continued to absorb energy from the flames.

He continued to "rise from the flames", his burning body growing repeatedly. Every time the magma devoured his chest, his flesh and blood would wriggle and regenerate in the ashes.

He could not "die" completely, but was baptized by the pain of flames burning his flesh again and again, feeling the process of every cell being destroyed and reconstructed.

He fell into the reincarnation curse called "immortality".

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Just like the kiss Molly gave him before she left, it was hot and passionate, full of love, but it also burned and stung him deeply like a branding iron.

What's worse, the blood of the phoenix and the blood of the ancient frost whale conflicted with each other in his body. The two extreme and opposing forces used his body and soul as their battlefield and launched a protracted tug-of-war.

The bloodline of the ancient frost whale is of a higher grade, but it is too thin. The bloodline of the phoenix is ​​of a slightly lower grade, but it is supported by the fire element energy that has been deposited in the entire Lihuo Realm for ten thousand years.

The two blood forces refused to give in to each other. Ronan's ears were filled with the cries of the phoenix and the roars of the ancient frost whale, mixed with the terrified wails of Hekaltor who was quickly devoured and turned into food for the frost whale.

Ronan tried hard to expand the star force field outwards, and the surging firepower ignited his mental force field as well, while countless ice crystals surrounded it in a circle inside.

In a trance, he felt as if he was in the boundless starry sky.

Around him, there were two meteorites that were burning fiercely and frozen by endless frost and were orbiting him continuously.

Ronan raised one hand tremblingly and saw orange flames burning from the fingertips of his palm. His flesh was burned inch by inch, but the next second, frost covered his hand again.

He was constantly and wantonly washed, refined, and branded by two forces. He was constantly in a state of separation and collapse.

The pain pressed down on him like a mountain, not giving him any breathing space. He was unable to resonate even a low-level, zero-order spell, let alone try to open the entrance to the Mirror of the Void.

Ronan never thought that one day, death would become a luxury for him.

In endless pain and despair, he prayed countless times that he would be burned by flames or completely swallowed by ice in the next second.

But there seemed to be someone in the dark who didn't want all this to end so easily. He liked to see Ronan struggling and sinking.

He pulled Ronan back from the brink of death time and time again, gave him hope in despair time and time again, and quickly extinguished the hope time and time again.

Ronan's consciousness gradually became blurred, and his soul showed signs of collapse in this endless pain and torture.

Under the gravitational pull of the magic magnetic gold, his body continued to sink deeper into the magma, where the energy of the fire element was more concentrated.

The burning sensation went straight to the soul, and the amber soul seemed to be on fire, and the power of the ice seemed to be fading.

In this blood-devouring battle, the Phoenix finally gained the upper hand.

"Is it finally...over?"

Ronan looks forward to the moment when his soul will be completely liberated.

At this moment, a huge and trivial torrent of memories poured into his mind like a clear spring, "extinguishing" the fire in his soul and bringing him a brief and long-lost clarity.

"The projection returns?!"

Ronan's consciousness, which had been shattered by pain, regained its focus and he instantly understood the source of this soul power.

The [Spiritual Amber] practice he had carried out after being promoted to level five was completed at this time. The projection returned and "entered the dream" to feed back to himself.

"Soul projection."

The tsunami-like pain soon returned, and Ronan's consciousness, which had finally been gathered, became shaky again in an instant. He endured the boundless burning pain and grasped the fleeting inspiration in his mind.

"Can I escape this pain by dreaming?
As long as my soul is not crushed by the pain, my body will be able to fully adapt to this firepower sooner or later under the infinite nirvana of the Phoenix bloodline.
Although the process may be a bit long, it is at least the only hope now."

Ronan didn't even have time to think and weigh the pros and cons before he immediately began his second dream practice of [Spiritual Amber].

The effect of [Soul Projection] allows his consciousness to switch between the projection and the original body at will.

Ronan transferred most of his consciousness to the projection in his dream, which was equivalent to using "sleeping" to numb himself and ignore the pain in his body.

"call--"

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a completely different scene.

A simple hut made of gray stone and yellow mud, with the stench of horse manure drifting in through the narrow window along with the sunlight.

Ronan sensed his body and found that the pain was still there, but compared to before, it had become much weaker.

Every time I close my eyes, I feel like I am having a horrible nightmare of being burned by fire.

"It really works."

Ronan's eyes showed a hint of joy. Before he could sort out the memory information of this body, a familiar old voice sounded in his ears.

Damien

Ronan saw some light in the sunlight coming in through the window condense in the floating dust, and finally turn into a tiny golden ladybug, which flapped its wings and gently landed on the palm of his open hand.

"Alazan."

Ronan's eyes moved slightly.

This should be the first time that Alazan took the initiative to communicate with me when I was dreaming.

“It couldn’t be worse.”

Ronan looked at the golden ladybug in his hand and whispered with a complicated expression: "I thought of this trick, but I don't know if it is really feasible."

Ronan was completely open with Alazan, who was a master of [Spiritual Amber] and might have some better suggestions.

This was probably why Alazan approached him on his own initiative.

"Soul projection can ensure that your will will not be overwhelmed by pain, and the Phoenix family's phoenix bloodline can allow your body to at least partially survive.
Your mortality risk has been resolved, Damien."

Alazan spoke in a low voice. Ronan felt relieved when he got Alazan's affirmative answer.

But the next moment, Alazan continued: "But there is one thing I have to remind you..."

Alazan paused, and the golden ladybug slowly crawled in Ronan's palm.

"The price of doing this is that the ancient frost whale bloodline in your body will be completely wiped out."

Ronan gradually fell silent.

He began to understand the purpose of Alazan's appearance, and he made the necessary reminders, allowing Ronan to make his own choice.

At the cost of losing the bloodline of the ancient frost whale, he gained a chance to survive in the realm of fire.

or.
or.

"Is there any way to avoid losing the bloodline of the Ancient Frost Whale?"

Ronan spoke slowly.

"Have."

Alazan's reply was quick, "But there is little hope."

"You have to go back."

Alazan whispered, "Go back and continue to face the pain, and find a way to make the two bloodlines coexist in the pain."

"Ice and fire coexisting. Is this possible?"

Ronan murmured, with a hint of reminiscence and confusion in his eyes.

He remembered what the alchemist Spierte had said to him in his golden dream.

The golden throne was surrounded not only by fire, but also by ice.

The alchemist had already given the revelation long ago, and he even took the initiative to explore in this direction for a period of time.

But no suitable solution was found, so the magic topic was put on hold.

Now, does that mean he should pick it up again?

“Don’t have too much psychological burden.”

The golden ladybug flew up from Ronan's palm and flapped its wings towards the sunlight shining through the window.

“Just do your best, after all, you have a way out.

The phoenix is ​​one of the few creatures qualified to reach the mythical level, and its bloodline can transform and sublimate through repeated nirvanas.

Although the Phoenix bloodline that the Phoenix girl gave you is only of the ancient level, you may have the opportunity to return to the ancient times in the future."

Ronan watched the golden ladybug melt into the dusty sunlight as Alazan's voice faded away.

He was lost in thought.

Things are far from as simple as Alazan said. The price is not just the loss of 1% concentration of the ancient frost whale bloodline.

There is also a sequel, the entire inheritance of Ice Emperor Chaguscona.

After a long time, the confusion in Ronan's eyes disappeared and his expression gradually calmed down.

"At least let me catch my breath."

He shook his head, took a few steps forward, and pushed open the small door of the simple stone house in front of him.

The golden sunlight poured in from outside the door, which was a bit dazzling. Ronan raised one hand to block it.

When his eyes gradually adjusted to the light, he put down his hand and saw clearly that there was a slim girl standing in front of him.

The girl was wearing a light red tight leather armor, her long fiery red hair fell down like scattered rose clusters, and she held a long black whip in her hand. Her delicate face, full of liveliness and agility, was filled with contempt and disgust for Ronan.

"Ronan, you've been hiding in the house doing those dirty things again, haven't you?
I called you more than ten times, but you didn't even respond to me once."

The beautiful girl gently swung the whip in her hand, her eyes roaming over Ronan like awls, as if she was considering which part of his body to attack.

"Momoliel?"

The moment Ronan saw the girl's appearance clearly, he was suddenly stunned.

Perhaps it was because his gaze was too direct, the girl who looked almost exactly like Molly unconsciously avoided his gaze, but then she was embarrassed and angry, and raised her hand to whip Ronan fiercely.

"Damn it, Ronan, you lowly servant, how dare you look at me like that!"

The girl cursed, but Ronan seemed not to hear her.

He let the whip fall on his body, and Molly's last words to him echoed again in his ears.

"Please...please don't forget me."

“Is this your way of making me remember?
Molly."

Ronan murmured softly, and at a certain moment, his eyes suddenly became extremely gentle and sad.

The next day after falling asleep, Ronan chose to return his consciousness to his body.

Just like Alazan said, in the midst of endless pain, try to understand how to make ice and fire coexist.

The Phoenix and the Ancient Frost Whale, accommodating these two extreme and powerful blood forces and allowing them to coexist in one, is indeed something that is almost impossible for ordinary wizards to do.

But Ronan is different. Alazan once said that his body is almost the best carrier of rune bloodline.

After the [Pure Body] transformed into the [Sinless Body], this carrier became more perfect and solid.

Over and over again in agony, Ronan listened to the sounds of his flesh and bones being burned by flames and frozen by ice, and felt the traces of two completely different forces washing over his body.

When his will was on the verge of collapse and could no longer bear the pain, he chose to enter the dream of reincarnation to catch his breath and recover.

So back and forth.

Time flows quietly in the surging fission of endless lava flames.

The two elements of ice and fire constantly rubbed and collided in front of Ronan's eyes and inside his body, giving rise to countless inspirations and insights.

The nine spirit crystals occasionally appeared. The ninth crystal, which contained the seed of the law, released strange glow, which penetrated into Ronan's body and brought him invisible inspiration and guidance imperceptibly.

Ronan had long forgotten the passage of time.

There are many things to know and many things to do.

All he knew was that Molly was like a nail stuck in his soul, running through every one of his dreams of reincarnation.

Foggy space.

The revived Holy Blood Tree has grown to half its original size.

The dense roots are intertwined throughout the vast fertile fields, mixed with the lush plants, greedily absorbing the elemental energy in the air and the elemental pool.

Bannigo finished a calculation, rubbed his tired brows, and casually opened a bottle of medicine and swallowed it.

He habitually glanced towards the ice coffin not far away, and then turned his head to look in another direction.

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It was a corner of the foggy space, wrapped in countless roots and branches of the Holy Blood Tree, intertwined and entangled into the shape of a small house.

In the vine room, one can see a semi-illusory figure of a young man in a robe, sitting on the ground with his head lowered, not moving.

Dodor III was curled up at the feet of the young man. On the other side was the transparent soul of an elegant, dignified and beautiful woman, leaning against the young man, looking at him gently and quietly, all the time.

Benigo looked at this scene that seemed to last forever, his eyes flickering slightly, and he slowly walked over.

(End of this chapter)