Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 442: Ice and Frost for Bones, Flames for Scales, Ashes for Snow
The young man with his eyes downcast seemed to be asleep.

Benig still remembered that when the projection appeared without warning, it was just a blurry black shadow at first. It was not until he sensed the familiar soul fluctuations in the shadow and could no longer contact Ronan that he realized that something might have happened outside.

But he could do nothing but watch the shadow become increasingly stable and clear, gradually turning into Ronan's appearance, unable to communicate until now.

Gradually, Benigo got used to standing here quietly for a while every day.

Sometimes Benig couldn't help but think of the sunny afternoon many years ago when he first met Ronan.

He was just a teenager at that time, his eyes firm and vigilant, like a wolf who had just walked out of the forest to make a living on his own.

In some ways they are very similar, and over the years, their collaboration, which was based on mutual benefit, has transformed into a delicate yet solid relationship.

Initially, Benigo simply wanted to revive Fiona, but gradually, he became more curious to see how high the person in front of him could go.

To a certain extent, Ronan carries many hopes that Benig himself has not been able to achieve and will never be able to achieve. Although he said nothing, Benig could feel it.

Every step he took upward was difficult.

"Om-"

A strange soul wave suddenly came out, pulling Beniggo back from his reverie.

The young man in front of him slowly stood up from the ground, and the entire hut woven with holy blood tree branches suddenly spread out, and countless roots and branches danced happily around him.

He let out a long breath, feeling relieved, as if he had just woken up from a very long dream.

His eyes looked over with familiar gentleness and calmness.

Benig's heart relaxed quietly.

he knows.

He is finally back.

"How long has it been since I last saw you?"

Ronan looked around and asked Benig in a low voice.

"Nine years and seven months."

Benigault replied.

"Has it been so long?"

Ronan murmured, bent down and stroked the head of Dodor III, greeting the Holy Blood Tree.

He was surprised to see the woman beside him who was also in spirit form. Looking at her, Ronan's eyes gradually became gentle.

"Kirsty"

Ronan stretched out his hand, and his translucent palm gently passed across the smooth cheek of the equally insubstantial woman. "Why is she here?"

"I don't know."

Benigo shook his head. "Three years after you appeared, she broke free from the shackles of the magic circle and came to your side, and has stayed there ever since."

"It seems that the help the magic circle can provide her has reached its limit..."

Ronan looked at Kirsty in front of him, his eyes flickering slightly.

Costi's soul is much more solid than before, but her independent consciousness has not yet recovered. She still cannot recognize Ronan. There is only a trace of attachment in her eyes caused by the soul instinct brought about by the memories of her previous life.

"We need to find a suitable body to transfer Kosti's soul to before we can proceed to the next step of healing."

Ronan's eyes moved away from Kirsty and fell back on Benigold.

Looking around the entire foggy space, everything was thriving, as if it had completely recovered to the state before Hekalto's rampage.

"Thank you for your hard work, Benigo."

Ronan spoke sincerely, "For so many years, you have been alone..."

Benig shook his head and looked Ronan up and down. "So, you now..."

"It's just a soul projection spell."

Ronan smiled and said calmly: "It is true that some things happened, but now..."

He paused and said calmly, "It has almost been resolved."

Benigo nodded and was about to ask something else when Ronan in front of him suddenly disappeared like smoke with a "bang".

Ronan was no longer seen in the foggy space, leaving only a confused Kosti, staring blankly at the place where Ronan disappeared.

On the endless ice field.

Ronan awakens from his throne made of icy thorns.

Above his head, the nineteen snowy suns seemed much closer than when he first accepted the Ice Emperor's inheritance.

The wheels seem to be right in front of you, within reach.

Like huge frost meteorites, you can almost see the undulating, rune-like ice crystal texture on each one.

There are also nine red meteorites with flames attached.

A total of twenty-eight meteorites hung in the sky, whistling around Ronan's head.

Ronan stared at the twenty-eight meteorites and heard a slight "hissing" sound.

He lowered his head, and a tiny snake emerged silently from under his hand. It had nine heads and looked like Hekator shrunk countless times.

She wrapped herself around Ronan's arms obediently and licked Ronan's palm with the tip of her tongue.

Ronan gently stroked the little snake's head, then slowly stood up from the throne.

The moment he stood up, the speed of the twenty-eight meteorites circling above his head accelerated and reached a peak in an instant.

The power of ice and fire reached a wonderful balance here and blended with each other. The red, snow-white and ice-blue colors gradually faded, and finally, a huge vortex appeared above Ronan's head.

"Woo——"

The ancient and distant sound of whales rang out between heaven and earth, and the ice field beneath our feet began to tremble.

The frost on the entire ice field floated up, revealing the extremely huge back of a snow-white whale.

At the same time, a giant bird with golden feathers and burning orange flames appeared in the sky, looking indescribably noble and gorgeous.

"Nine years..."

Ronan stood between the Frost Whale and the Phoenix, watching the two ancient and huge creatures slowly approaching each other, murmuring softly.

At the moment when the two shadows touched each other.

"boom!"

Endless gray light burst out from the vortex, and all illusions seemed to disappear.

Snow flakes fell from the empty sky.

Ronan reached out his hand and gently caught a piece.

The snowflakes were burning with gray flames, and their irregular shapes were like pieces of paper that had been completely burnt.

It's like.
A small piece of scattered ash, gently blown by the wind.

Ronan carefully looked at the snowflake that looked like ash. Finally, his eyes revealed a sense of relief and relief that he had finally gotten what he wanted.

"Snow of Ashes."

"Wow--"

In a bright red space, on the surging magma surface, a hand suddenly stretched out, breaking the hot lava waves, and then a slender and tall figure slowly walked out of the magma step by step.

"call--"

The figure walking out of the magma exhaled long breath, and the breath blew away the twisted heat wave in front of him and fell on the surface of the magma. A piece of flowing magma quickly dimmed its light, and then solidified into a black rock. There was even a thin layer of frost on the surface of the rock.

Even the surrounding temperatures of hundreds or thousands of degrees could not melt this layer of white frost.

The solidified magma block became the only floating island in this space. The figure stepped onto it and stood still.

Only then could I see the whole figure. He seemed to be made of molten magma, crystals, and metal. Every muscle was glowing orange-red. Some of the flesh had not yet fully grown, revealing the blue-gold ice crystal skeleton inside.

As he stood there, he unconsciously emitted strange vibrations like a magical creation of heaven and earth. The void naturally collapsed around him, and all the fire element energy in this space gathered towards him, worshiping him, and completing the flesh and blood that had not yet grown.

The flowing flames condensed into a cloak and crown-like shape behind him.

"Ice and frost are their bones, and fire is their scales."

Ronan lowered his head and looked at his current appearance. After nine years in the Collapsed Fire Realm, at the bottom of the endless lava, he had been repeatedly reborn in the flames. The life level of his body seemed to have reached an incredible height.

Ronan couldn't describe his current condition in detail, he just felt that it was great.

very good.

Call up your own character panel at will.

【Name: Ronan Damien】

【Age: 44】

[Talents: Control of ice attribute, affinity with fire attribute, innocent body (active), ethereal mind (active), soul projection (active), ancient frost whale bloodline (4%), ancient phoenix bloodline (63%).]

[Strength: Level 51 Formal Wizard (%)]

【Skill:
Soul Amber (Proficiency 160/200)

Ascetic Body Building (Grandmaster 356/3200)

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During the nine years, the pain of having his flesh and blood burned by flames countless times brought about the fusion of all the ancient frost whale blood in the blue-gold water droplet at the center of his eyebrows, with the blood concentration reaching 4%, as well as the ancient phoenix blood with a concentration of up to 63%!
"It is impossible for the concentration of the blood of ancient creatures to reach 100% in a wizard. The limit varies from person to person and from the type of blood. The phoenix blood in my body has absorbed countless fire element energies from the Lihuo Realm, as well as countless nirvanas. It has almost reached its limit.

The next step is to advance to the ancient level."

Ronan looked at the bloodline symbol on the panel and thought secretly.

Alazan said that the Phoenix is ​​the only powerful creature that can rely on self-evolution to reach the mythical level, and its bloodline can be continuously promoted.

Although the bloodlines of the Ancient Frost Whale and the Phoenix can now coexist in his body, this balance is only temporary. After all, the Phoenix bloodline is still a little bit inferior in grade. Once the bloodline of the Ancient Frost Whale is improved, this balance will be immediately broken. At that time, Ronan will once again experience the dilemma of the two bloodline forces fighting against each other in his body.

“So, we still have to upgrade the Phoenix bloodline to the ancient level as soon as possible.

If there are two ancient weapons, ice and fire, even if one is a little weaker, it won’t have a big impact on me, and the balance can still be maintained.”

Ronan was not sure whether the Holy Blood Tree would be effective in improving the Phoenix bloodline, but the Phoenix bloodline itself had already pointed him in the direction to move forward.

He was constantly receiving the mysterious call from his blood, calling him to go somewhere.

"The Land of the Phoenix, the origin of the Phoenix family?"

Ronan stared in a certain direction, his eyes flickering.

He didn't know.

But you must go there.

Not only for the Phoenix blood in the body, but also
"Molly Molly Phoenix"

Ronan put his hand on his heart and whispered a name.

During the nine years he was sinking in the magma and in endless pain, Molly was always by his side, like a clear spring that supported him to keep going.

She was moody and unpredictable, and her love was fervent, obsessive and unreasonable, like a curse that didn't even give Ronan a chance to refuse.

She accompanied Ronan through a total of twenty-three lives in the dream of reincarnation.

In every reincarnation, Ronan would meet her, and she would eventually become Ronan's wife and partner.

Twenty-three reincarnations, more than five thousand years of dream time, this curse has become more enduring and is deeply engraved in Ronan's soul. He can no longer let it go.

Ronan held his heart, as if Mollyl lived in it.

"Phoenix Phoenix."

Only when he truly merged with the blood of the phoenix did he realize that Molly might not be really dead.

Maybe everything can still turn around, but of course, Ronan needs to find the answer himself.

"Twenty-three reincarnations in dreams have only increased my mental power to the level of the middle stage of level five. The span from level five to level six is ​​too much beyond the span from level four to level five..."

"Perhaps, it has something to do with the fact that I have achieved the Nine-Star Spirit..."

Ronan stretched out his hand, and nine spirit crystals appeared one by one.

They are all much bigger than they were nine years ago.

The largest one among them, the soul crystal containing the seed of the law, is between illusion and reality. Its translucence is covered with many mysterious and complex textures, like the most precious gem, or some magical and plump fruit.

Ronan touched it lightly, and his fingertips created invisible ripples on its surface.

His eventual understanding of the mystery of the fusion of ice and fire was closely related to this unactivated law seed.

Ronan couldn't describe its mystery, he only knew that it was much more precious than he had imagined.

Even in its current "dormant" state, it still possesses incredible magical power.

During these nine years, he had discovered and understood much more about himself than anyone could have imagined.

After being promoted to a fifth-level wizard, he was involved in one event after another without any settling-down period. The nine years of silence in the magma just completed this process.

Perhaps the only thing that made Ronan feel a little dissatisfied was that his master's proficiency in ascetic body training had not increased as much as he had imagined.

Although a Grandmaster proficiency of over 300 points was quite impressive, it was still less than the pain and suffering he had endured in the past nine years.

Maybe it’s because of the way of practice.

Pain is not everything. In the [Innocent Body] stage, what can truly promote the rapid growth of [Austerity Body Tempering] is the power of the curse.

Burning oneself with flames is not a proper curse power.

Ronan tidied himself up a bit and then sat cross-legged on the solidified rock that was drifting with the magma.

The vitality in his body is now vigorous and fierce, and its intensity is much higher than before. The mysterious power that Lindis once bestowed on him, which was specifically targeted at the shrine, has long disappeared. Under the power of the healing shrine, his flesh and blood that have not yet been completed quickly grow out.

The new Ronan was passionate and flamboyant, his eyes were like fiery diamonds, and he looked like a piece of red-hot iron.

But it soon cooled down, and the color of the pupils faded back to the original azure blue. There seemed to be some light orange and blue gold hidden in the depth, like two carefully polished colored diamonds. Only at certain times and angles could one truly get a glimpse of their mysterious and beautiful fullness.

"Boo-boo-boo--"

Around the sinking and floating rocks, the surging magma emitted one sticky red bubble after another, and a large number of red-gold crystals were spewed out from the bubbles.

Ronan raised his hand slightly, and the red-gold crystals collided with each other, turning into a dazzling crystal river, which he continuously collected into the foggy space.

Too many high-quality magic crystals are deposited at the bottom of the magma in the Lihuo Realm.

Of course, this magic crystal condensed from pure fire element energy is different from normal magic crystals. Ronan is not sure whether it can be circulated normally as a trading currency in the wizarding world, but if it is used to open up the foggy space, it would be perfect.

He continued to collect those special magic crystals as compensation for his nine years of endless pain and torture.

He also began to search for a way out.

"Lindis, Juventus, Gollini, White Witch King..."

Names flashed through Ronan's mind one after another, and his eyes gradually became cold.

Whether it was for Molly or for himself, he had reasons to demand everything back from those people.

Of course, the first step is to get out of here.

The Lihuo Realm, which was completely detonated by Molly's desperate attempt to destroy itself nine years ago, is still in the process of fission and collapse, but it is relatively calmer.

Some places where the energy of the fire element is highly concentrated, mixed with the power of space collapse and filled with a terrifying aura of destruction, have the terrifying power to easily destroy a sixth-level or even seventh-level wizard. However, it is still an area that Ronan dare not approach.

He carefully manipulated the rocks beneath him, as if he was driving a simple boat on the water, and slowly drifted forward.

The original entrance to the Fire Realm had naturally collapsed long ago, and Ronan did not dare to teleport, so he could only try his luck and see if he could find another way out.

(End of this chapter)