Wizard: My career panel has no upper limit

Chapter 470 The Fall of the Soul's Guide

Ron smiled mysteriously:

"I just greeted the seniors here."

He did not explain the Dragon Language Spirit in detail; this ability was too special to reveal details at the moment.

The commander of the indigenous alliance, the captain possessed by the shaman's spirit, turned extremely pale.

He could feel the terrifying power of the dragon just now; it was something that could not be explained by ordinary dragon blood awakening.

"retreat!"

He decisively issued the order to retreat:

"This human has the protection of a dragon soul; we are no match for him!"

The native warriors, as if granted a pardon, quickly dispersed in all directions.

The encirclement collapsed instantly, and the dozens of allied soldiers disappeared into the thick fog in the blink of an eye.

The battlefield returned to calm, leaving only elemental crystals and traces of battle scattered on the ground.

Edwin walked up to Ron, his eyes full of curiosity:

"Seriously, what power did you just use? I've never seen such pure dragon might."

"This is a rather complicated issue. I will explain it in detail after the competition is over."

Ron put away his staff and began to check on his teammates' injuries:
"The most important thing now is to reorganize our combat strategy. The situation will only become more dangerous during the upcoming plundering period."

Laku nodded in agreement:

"Although the natives have temporarily retreated, their alliance still exists."

Moreover, after our exchange just now, they already know our skill level.

………………

Once the battlefield calmed down, Ron's wizarding instincts immediately took over.

He began to savor the pronunciation and effect of the dragon language he had just heard, attempting to analyze its mysteries from an academic perspective.

"Acelia".

He asked in his mind:

"What exactly did 'ROTH'GAR THEK MORVANI' mean just now? I can sense that it's more than just a simple threat."

The silver-scaled dragon's voice held an air of appreciation:

"Oh? You can actually sense the power mechanism of the Dragon Language itself?"
"As expected of a wizard, he's always so curious about all things mysterious."

"The literal meaning of this sentence is, 'Listen, you inferior beings, your king has come.'"

But this is not merely simple intimidation; it is a form of 'concept projection.'

Ron immediately grasped the key words:

"Concept projection? You mean conveying abstract concepts directly to the target consciousness through specific sound frequencies and magical resonance?"

"Smart, but not accurate enough."

Acelia drifted slowly through his consciousness, as if organizing her thoughts:
"Dragon language does not convey information through hearing, but directly affects the 'instinctive fear center' of living beings."

When a living being hears authentic dragon language, its brain doesn't perform language comprehension; instead, it instinctively recognizes it as a 'predator warning.'

Ron's eyes gleamed with a fervent thirst for knowledge, an instinctive reaction every wizard has when faced with the unknown.

"So this is a kind of direct communication at the biological level? It bypasses rational thinking and goes straight to primal instincts?"

"Absolutely right! That's why Dragon's Might works on all intelligent beings."

Regardless of your cultural background or how extensive your knowledge is.

When faced with genuine dragon language, your body will react faster than your brain.

Acelia paused for a moment:
"However, this ability has a key prerequisite: it must be carried by a true dragon bloodline."

Pure-blooded humans cannot produce sounds of this frequency, nor can they bear the magical intensity required for conceptual projection.

"How did I do that just now?"

Ron touched his throat, trying to analyze the physiological changes that occur when vocalizing:
"My bloodline concentration is probably not enough to support this level of ability."

"Because I am helping you."

Acelia's tone became somewhat smug:
"My soul has established a temporary link through the resonance of your bloodline."

It's like you've temporarily 'borrowed' my vocal organs and magical power from my previous life.

However, this state cannot be maintained for long, and each use consumes a large amount of your mental and magical energy.

Ron began to construct a theoretical model of this mechanism in his mind:

"In other words, the essence of the Dragon Language Intimidation is a kind of 'biological frequency weapon'."

"Through a specific combination of sound waves and magic, the target creature's fear reflex arc is directly triggered, bypassing higher cognitive processes."

"Don't overcomplicate things, wizard."

Azalea interrupted his academic analysis with some frustration:

"Some things don't need to be fully understood to be used."

You wizards always try to explain everything with theories, but sometimes accepting reality is more important than analyzing principles.

But Ron clearly wouldn't stop thinking just because of that.

For a qualified wizard, understanding the workings of each power is a fundamental skill.

“I understand your point of view, but an accurate understanding of the boundaries and limitations of ability is crucial for the rational use of this power.”

He continued his analysis:

"For example, the intensity of this pressure will certainly vary depending on the organism."

The more intelligent a creature is, the stronger its rational control over its instincts, and the less likely it is to be influenced by them.

"Moreover, if the other party also possesses dragon blood or has undergone corresponding psychological resistance training, the effect of this intimidation will be greatly reduced."

Acelia was silent for a moment, then let out a soft laugh:
“You’re right, wizard. Indeed, the dragon’s aura is largely ineffective against its own kind, and its effect on those rigorously trained warriors is also limited.”

The reason those elemental spirits were so easily intimidated was mainly because their fear of dragons was deeply ingrained in their racial memory.

“There’s something even more important.”

Her tone became serious:

"Frequent use of the Dragon Language will leave permanent changes to your vocal cords and mental core."

If you rely too heavily on this ability, your way of speaking, your thought patterns, and even your personality traits will eventually resemble those of the dragons.

This warning made Ron frown slightly:
"So, this is a capability with potential side effects?"

"To be precise, it is 'ethnic erosion'."

You're not just borrowing my ability to speak, but also some of my instincts and thought patterns.

The more it is used, the deeper the erosion penetrates.

Ron weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Powerful abilities often come with a corresponding price; this is an ironclad rule in the wizarding world.

The key is to accurately assess whether the cost is worthwhile.

"So, under the current circumstances, how many more times can I safely use this pressure?"

"Given your current mental strength and bloodline purity, using it two or three more times shouldn't cause irreversible changes. But if you exceed that limit..."

Acelia's reminder carried a hidden expectation:
"You might find yourself starting to think like a dragon—more direct, more arrogant, more dangerous."

Ron nodded and organized and filed this information.

Just then, Edwin walked over:

"Ralph, what are you thinking about with your head down? We should discuss our next steps."

………………

Meanwhile, in a remote, frigid region, the trio of the Tree of Life School are facing an unprecedented predicament.

This is the place where the elements of wind and water meet.

The two elements fused violently here, creating a frozen wasteland.

The biting wind cut through the air like a knife, and every breath left a stinging frost in the lungs.

The most critical issue is the impact of the environment on their physical transformation.

Leona's skin was a sickly bluish-purple, and her circulatory system, which ran parallel to her blood vessels, became abnormally sluggish at low temperatures.

The normally flexible vines and tentacles were now as stiff as dead snakes, and each bend produced a teeth-grinding snapping sound.

"Why is there a transmission deviation!"

As she used her last remaining strength to keep warm, she angrily cursed:
"We should have been assigned to a warm, life-elemental zone, not this godforsaken place!"

Winnie's situation is even worse.

The insectification process made her extremely sensitive to temperature changes.

Now, those once vibrant butterfly wings have lost most of their color, and a thin layer of ice has formed on their surface.

Her compound eyes constantly secreted antifreeze, but this fluid quickly froze into ice beads, severely impairing her vision.

"Captain... my venom sac has started to freeze..."

Her voice trembled uncontrollably from the cold:
"If this continues, not only will the toxins become ineffective, but the entire endocrine system may also be damaged..."

Caroline's condition appears to be the best, but it is actually the most dangerous.

She clutched her swollen belly tightly, her face deathly pale.

The low temperature forced the "children" in the abdomen into a state of forced hibernation.

This unnatural dormancy may cause irreversible damage to them.

"We must find a way to get out of here..."

She gritted her teeth and said:
"If this continues, all my children will die..."

Just as the three were in despair, Leona suddenly remembered the special item her mentor had given them before they set off.

She took out a uniquely shaped pendant from her chest.

It was carved from the spine of some ancient creature, and its surface was covered with complex psychic runes.

Under the moonlight, these runes emitted a faint, eerie green glow.

"The Soul's Guide Falls..."

She murmured to herself:

“Mentor Leonard said that it can be used to summon the ancient wizarding spirits of this land when necessary… perhaps it can be of help to us…”

The pendant is very easy to use.

Simply drip your blood into the central groove and then recite a specific psychic incantation.

However, such exchanges are often accompanied by risks, because the dead wizards are not necessarily benevolent towards the living.

Leona bit her finger, and blood dripped into the groove of her spine.

The blood was immediately absorbed by the bone structure, and the entire pendant began to emit an even stronger, eerie green light. She took a deep breath and began to chant the psychic incantation taught by her mentor:

“Spiritus Antiquus Advocare”

“Sapientia Mortuorum Quaerere”

“Auxilium in Tenebris Petere”

As the incantation was recited, the surrounding air began to subtly change.

The originally biting cold wind became milder, and the ice on the ground stopped spreading.

Even more miraculously, some glowing spores began to drift in the air, bringing a breath of life to this desolate ice field.

"Who is calling me?"

A voice rang out in the gale.

A tall figure slowly emerged from behind a huge ice cone not far away.

He was an old man with gray hair.

He wore a dark green wizard's robe, embroidered with intricate leaf patterns and life runes.

Although he was already in a semi-transparent spiritual state, he still exuded a strong scholarly aura, as if death could not extinguish the flame of wisdom within him.

The old man's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept over the three of them:

"Younger generations of the school, it seems you have encountered difficulties."

Upon seeing the familiar face she had seen in the portrait, Leanna felt a great sense of relief and immediately bowed respectfully.
“Master Giles, we are indeed in trouble.”

The extreme cold here has had a serious impact on our physical transformation..."

"Body modification?"

Giles' brow furrowed deeply, his voice filled with obvious disgust:

"How dare you use such terms to describe the sacred technology of life fusion?"

He looked the three of them up and down, his disappointment growing stronger.

"Let me see these so-called 'masterpieces' of yours... Good heavens, what are these things?"

His expression turned extremely ugly when his gaze fell on Leona:

"The crude grafting of plants and humans has no aesthetic appeal whatsoever!"

The growth direction of those vines completely violates the natural instincts of plants, and the modification of the vascular system is even more absurd!
Did your mentors never tell you about the 'Law of Harmony in Life'?

Then he looked at Winnie, and things got worse:

"Insect-like modification! This barbaric technology is still being used?"
Child, do you know that this kind of modification will shorten your lifespan by half?

The colors of those wings were distributed haphazardly, and the reconstruction of the nervous system was riddled with errors!

Finally, his anger reached its peak when his gaze fell on Caroline:

"Enhancing reproductive organs... This is utterly blasphemous to the very essence of life! What do you take the body for? A petri dish?"

Giles' voice began to tremble, not from anger, but from deep sorrow:

"The Tree of Life school has actually degenerated to this extent... completely forgetting the true spirit of botany!"

He paced angrily across the ice, each step causing cracks to appear beneath his feet.
"Tell me, how much do you know about the basic theories of botany?"

What is the most critical environmental factor when grafting 'Bloodline Flower'?

The three of them looked at each other.

Bloodline Flower?

They had indeed seen this name in the texts of the Tree of Life school.

However, it was just a brief mention, and I didn't study it in depth at all.

"do not know?"

Giles' voice became even harsher:

"So what is the reproductive cycle of the 'Life Resonance Vine'?"

What is the separation mechanism of 'consciousness parasitic moss'?
What is the effective transplanting distance for the 'Soul Transfer Orchid'?

Faced with a barrage of questions, the three could only remain awkwardly silent.

"You don't even know these most basic botanical facts, yet you have the nerve to call yourselves descendants of the Tree of Life and summon me here?"

Giles was completely enraged, and intense magical fluctuations began to emanate from his spirit form:
"And what about history?"

What caused the 'plant mutation'?
What lessons did that disaster teach us for the development of our discipline?

Leona struggled to answer, "Is it... because of magical corruption?"

"Wrong! Utterly stupid wrong!"

Giles roared:
"The dramatic change was due to researchers at the time excessively pursuing the limits of transformation, completely ignoring the importance of ecological balance!"
They only thought about how to make plants stronger and weirder, but never considered the impact of these modifications on the entire natural system!

The old man's anger erupted like a volcano, impossible to contain:
"Does the current Tree of Life school not even teach such basic historical lessons?"
What do your mentors teach?
They only know how to cut flesh and transplant organs, but they completely misunderstand the essence of life?

"And the most basic principles of wisdom!"

Giles pointed at the three men, his voice trembling with anger:
What is the core meaning of the "Law of Balance and Counterbalance"?
This is the foundational philosophy established in the Second Age; any orthodox school of thought would teach it during the apprenticeship stage!

The bewildered expressions on the three faces completely ignited the anger in the ancient master's heart.

"You...you don't even know this?!"

His voice began to carry the indignation of utter disappointment:

"What did I see? Only three poor 'children' who had been transformed beyond recognition."

Their understanding of botany was worse than that of an apprentice, they knew nothing of history, and they had never even been exposed to the basic wisdom of wizards!

………………

Meanwhile, deep within the fiery zone, Baroque and Cecilia face drastically different circumstances.

This is an ancient palace made of lava.

The fiery lava river flows quietly through the intricately carved stone channels, providing light and warmth to the entire palace.

"This kind of oppressive force..."

Baroque sensed the dragon's aura permeating the air, and his whole body trembled with excitement:

"What lies dormant here is the source of my bloodline!"

Cecilia admired the palace's aesthetic design with her crystal-clear eyes.

Under her professional eye, every detail here reached a breathtaking level of perfection.

The flow trajectory of the lava, the rhythm of the changing light and shadow, and even the pulsation of the heat waves in the air are all full of artistic charm.

"Such a perfect environment..."

She exclaimed softly in admiration:

"In this aesthetic field, my power will be enhanced like never before."

Just as the two were immersed in their own joy, the central altar of the palace began to slowly rise.

Accompanied by a deep dragon's roar, a gigantic figure emerged from the depths of the lava.

This is an ancient dragon that is a thousand meters long, with scales that are a pure golden-red color, shimmering in the firelight like liquid metal.

"Burning Dragon Red".

Baroque knelt down excitedly, his voice trembling with elation:
"Great ancestors! Your most loyal descendants salute you!"

Red's dragon eyes looked down at the kneeling young man, a hint of doubt flashing in them:
"Get up, child. Let me feel your blood."

Baroque stood up excitedly and activated his bloodline power.

Golden-red flames surged from his body, forming a majestic dragon-shaped phantom in the air.

But after observing for a moment, the doubt in Reid's eyes deepened:
“Strange… You do have my bloodline characteristics, but it feels very unnatural, like…”

Gu Long seems to be searching for the right words:

"It looks like it was forcibly grafted on."

These words struck Baroque like a thunderbolt.

He managed to remain calm, his voice trembling slightly:
"Ancestor, my bloodline is absolutely pure! The bloodline identification of the Burning Scale Clan is never wrong!"

"Bloodline identification..."

Red seemed to be deep in thought:
"Child, have you experienced some kind of special 'awakening ritual'?"

Baroque's face turned pale.

He recalled the life-changing awakening of his bloodline fifteen years ago;
I remembered everyone's shocked expressions;
He recalled his miraculous experience of rising from the lowest rungs of society to become a prodigy.

"I...I just had a normal bloodline awakening..."

He explained with difficulty.

But Red's gaze grew increasingly sharp.

As an ancient dragon species, his sensitivity to bloodlines far exceeds what ordinary people can imagine.

The “artificial traces” on Baroque were as conspicuous as a beacon in the darkness in his eyes.

Just then, the other dragon spirits around the cemetery were also alerted.

The souls of more than a dozen ancient dragons rose from their respective tombs and began pointing and gesturing around the Baroque:
"This child does indeed have characteristics of Reid's bloodline..."

"But it feels strange, like it's been contaminated by something..."

"Could it be that the bloodline was forcibly activated through the theft rituals performed by those wizards?"

"Young people these days are willing to do anything for power..."

These whispers pierced Baroque's heart like steel needles.

His confidence began to crumble, and the secret he feared most deep inside was being revealed layer by layer.

In order to maintain his last shred of dignity, he began to display his power in an even more exaggerated manner, attempting to prove the purity of his bloodline with his strength.

But this affected behavior was even more obvious to the ancient dragon souls.

"That's enough, child."

Reid finally spoke, his voice tinged with disappointment:

"Regardless of your bloodline, since you have awakened my power, you are my descendant."

"I won't delve into the past, but I hope you understand—true strength comes not from the purity of blood, but from the steadfastness of the heart."

As he spoke, Red separated a small wisp of essence from his own soul fire and handed it to Baroque:
"This is my gift, which contains thirty fire element crystals and ten earth element crystals. I hope you will make good use of this power."

Although he had gained some recognition from "Burning Dragon" Red, Baroque felt no joy whatsoever.

He knew that his deepest secret had been seen through.

The humiliation of being doubted and questioned caused his anger to burn uncontrollably.

Cecilia, observing all this quietly from the side, thought with a hint of disdain:
"This man's inner 'imperfections' are being exposed... his aesthetic sense is declining..."

But soon, she showed interest again:
"However, this pain and anger, if channeled properly, can also become a kind of distorted aesthetic..."

(End of this chapter)