Wizard Bloodline

Ronan lacked the subsequent inheritance of the [Frozen Soil] stream ice technique. Whether it was [Shattered Winter Mirror] or [Snow Kingdom in the Palm], both were unique secret killing moves that Ronan had created based on his own understanding of ice magic.

Currently, he only had a vague framework of a system in his mind. Many of his ideas required the accumulation of knowledge and inspiration, and he needed to experiment and refine them bit by bit.

This was undoubtedly a long and arduous process.

Yet, it was also fascinating. Ronan was willing to meticulously sketch out the blueprint of ice magic in his mind.

"Crack—"

The frost left behind by the "Snow Kingdom" began to show signs of melting.

Ronan glanced around, sensing that the temperature of the battlefield's flames was rapidly rising.

More magma surged from the ground, and the scorching flames climbed higher and higher. It was clear that after dealing with the previous fourth-level fire wizard, his next opponent was already "racing" towards him.

Ronan straightened up, his naturally hanging hair slowly floating upwards. His eyes emitted an indescribable light, and the ten Mental Power Crystals in his mind were simultaneously "ignited." A terrifying mental force field, far exceeding ten times his previous strength, emanated from his body, pushing away the surrounding flames in waves. He had already entered the [Ethereal Extreme Thought] combat state.

A fourth-level Dawn had already appeared, and the next opponent was bound to be even stronger.

Given Ronan's current state, taking the initiative to strike was a good choice.

"Gurgle, gurgle—"

In the same old spot, large amounts of magma surged up, beginning to take the shape of a new opponent.

"Hiss—"

Ronan took a deep breath, spread the fingers of his right hand, and gently pressed his palm against the void beneath him in a kneeling position.

Countless icy currents immediately surged out, forming a massive white vortex that lifted Ronan's Wizard Robe and long hair upwards.

At the tips of each of his spread fingers, deep blue ice patterns, resembling runes or spider webs, rapidly grew outward. These were the Ice Veins, the eternal auroras swaying on the ancient glaciers! The Ice Veins extended swiftly, intertwining and entangling, instantly weaving an increasingly large magical array in the void. The center of the array was the opponent taking shape, and layers of solid ice covered it, freezing the surging magma.

"Crack—"

A mental force far exceeding that of the previous fire wizard, dozens of times stronger, shattered the ice and was released.

This mental force was also mixed with terrifying firepower, clearing the frost in the void wherever it passed and causing the surrounding ice array to show signs of melting.

"Mid fourth-level..."

Ronan's eyes flickered, and he retreated while his fingers flew, casting one ice spell after another around him. The collapsed "Snow Kingdom" was rebuilt once more, majestically suppressing the magma and continuously reinforcing the entire ice array.

At the same time, five different law domain auras rose around Ronan, gradually merging.

Traces of ancient, desolate, evil, and domineering aura slowly revealed themselves, and the phantom of Hekalto's Ancient Frost Hydra faintly appeared behind Ronan.

"Boom!"

A sudden explosion occurred at the center of the array, and the endless crimson magma could no longer be suppressed, erupting forth and forming a massive fire lotus that bloomed wildly at the heart of the "Snow Kingdom."

The collision of ice and fire forces generated billowing white steam, and a slender figure drenched in scorching magma gradually emerged from the blooming fire lotus. A flame-shaped rune flickered at the center of its forehead, exuding the terrifying majesty of a Flame Demon Monarch.

Ronan furrowed his brow. Without his physical body and the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline flowing within him, the activation of his Taboo move, which fused five law domains, was proceeding at a painfully slow pace. Otherwise, according to the original plan, his opponent in this round would never have had the chance to "make an entrance."

"Ling Moye..."

Ronan split a sliver of his focus, softly chanting ancient words of gold. He extended his left hand, aiming it at the magma-drenched figure with the flickering rune, and suddenly clenched his fingers as if trying to strangle the opponent from a distance.

"Boom—boom—"

In an instant, the magma around Ronan began to boil violently. Dozens of golden chains, forged from magma and metal and resembling giant pythons, shot out from the molten pool! These chains pierced into the "Snow Realm" domain, streaking straight toward the figure at its center and rapidly coiling around it. A blinding red light seeped from the figure's body, fiercely resisting the entanglement of the chains. Without Ithium as a medium for casting, Ronan's metal-based Spells were significantly weakened, reduced to mere auxiliary combat tools.

"Snap—snap—"

The chains of [Black Steel Touch] had barely wrapped around the figure before they began to break, one after another.

A vast and distorted crimson light broke free from the layers of chains. As the figure within the red light was about to step forward, Ronan finally completed the Spell he had been preparing for so long.

"Whoosh—"

Ancient frost descended, and the vast magma lake began to cool, solidify, and freeze inch by inch.

A wisp of Taboo aura circulated, dark clouds churned, and deep blue lightning split the sky.

"Roar—"

Amidst a majestic low roar, five ferocious giant snakes covered in ancient frost scales slowly rose from the frozen magma lake. After letting out a collective howl toward the sky, they lunged at the fiery red figure at the center! [Five-Headed Hecaton's Ancient Devour]! Deep blue, nearly black ice rapidly formed, completely engulfing the fiery red. A massive iceberg took shape, its interior filled with intricate, mysterious veins resembling Taboo arrays. Without the support of his bloodline, the power of [Five-Headed Hecaton's Ancient Devour] was inevitably greatly diminished.

Ronan could sense the seething heat still stirring beneath the ancient iceberg. The icy force was unable to extinguish the flames, and it was only a matter of time before his opponent broke free.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. After a brief moment of contemplation, he formed hand seals, and layers of frost began to gather around him.

Large swathes of free-floating energy particles surged through the void, condensing into ancient and ornate ice crystal armor on Ronan's body. An ice crystal spear formed in his hand, its tip ignited with an eerie green flame of spell-breaking. On the surface of his body, tiny sparks of lightning crackled, emanating from the storm runes etched into his flesh and bones. With all these powers combined, molten magma surged upward, and eight golden wings, forged from a mix of gold and lava, slowly unfurled behind Ronan.

Taking a deep breath, Ronan felt his consciousness-body nearing its limit. He slowly raised the ice crystal spear in his hand, and the eight golden wings behind him gradually enveloped his entire form.

As his momentum reached its peak, Ronan stepped into the air, holding his spear with both hands, and then, in a diving posture, fiercely shot toward the flickering crimson within the iceberg! Although his formidable physique was no longer present, the skills honed through countless close-quarters battles remained! Using his body as a blade, he tore through all obstacles before him! "Boom!"

Like a meteor crashing down, it struck the earth with immense force.

The ancient iceberg was suddenly pierced by a streak of gold, then exploded into a vast expanse of frosty white mist that spread across nearly half of the fiery space.

As the mist gradually dissipated, a figure holding a spear, kneeling on one knee, was revealed.

Ronan stood up, standing within a large crater of cooled and solidified magma that had splattered outward. He turned to look back at the empty battlefield behind him, which seemed to have been violently scoured by some terrifying force.

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The ice crystal spear in his hand melted, and the shattered pieces of his ice crystal armor disintegrated. Finally, even he himself turned into scattered specks of light, vanishing into the air.

"Whoosh—"

Consciousness returned to his body.

Ronan gently twisted his neck, reacquainting himself with his pristine body after a long absence.

He still preferred the powerful feeling of "all great strength residing within oneself."

"Back?"

Alazan greeted him casually, a golden ladybug flitting past his eyes before landing on a few bright red crystals.

One, two, three, four—Ronan counted. For the Spell trial, he had ultimately received a five-star evaluation.

"Not a bad result."

"Not bad?"

"At least it's not bad compared to your soul aptitude."

Alazan let out a hearty laugh.

Ronan simply ignored it, focusing on his own internal assessment.

With his spiritual cultivation suppressed and unable to utilize his physical strength, a five-star evaluation was indeed close to his limit.

Based on this, to achieve a six-star evaluation, he would likely need to defeat a late-stage fourth-level opponent. Seven stars would correspond to the fifth level, eight stars to mid-fifth level, and nine stars would mean defeating a late-stage fifth-level wizard! "Even if I could use the 'Ancient Mara Body' in the [Double Spiral Palace] transformation, harness advanced [Ancient Power], and have the [Taboo. Black Hole] enhanced by Herams' Law-Controlling Armband... a nine-star evaluation would still be nearly impossible."

Ronan estimated that to defeat a late-stage fifth-level opponent while still at the third level, he would need to push his soul potential to the limit using [Soul Amber], perfectly refine his Soul Rune, advance his [Ascetic Body Forging] to the next level of proficiency, and construct a few more layers in the [Spiral Palace]. Only then would there be the slightest possibility.

"Evaluations above six stars are probably reserved for those with top-tier inheritances and powerful innate bloodlines..."

Ronan instinctively thought of Juventus, a seventh-level "First Generation," a man whose aura resembled that of a natural deity.

As for this result, Ronan had no reason to be dissatisfied.

He was at a disadvantage due to his short cultivation time. Top-tier inheritances like the [Golden Country], [Soul Amber], and the [Ancient Star Meditation Technique] had only been practiced for a short while, so his mastery was not deep. Otherwise, even in a test of pure spellcasting ability, he would have been among the top-tier geniuses.

As for his physical body, it was an ability outside the rules of the trial. Using it would feel like "cheating."

As his strength continued to grow, Ronan now understood why most wizards were unwilling to invest their time, energy, and resources into physical cultivation. Aside from the disproportionate effort-to-reward ratio, there was another significant reason: after the dawn, when the Primal Spirit was born, wizards could use it to elementalize their bodies.

It was similar to the technique Jupiter had employed during the Genius Contest, using the Dawn Magical Artifact.

An elementalized body could evade most physical and Spell damage, and it was also a major hallmark that distinguished a fifth-level wizard from a fourth-level one.

No matter how much effort one put into physical cultivation, it would ultimately culminate in elementalization. So why waste the effort? In time, Ronan would inevitably reach this point as well.

Ronan had pondered this issue long ago.

His thought was that if, by then, the "Immaculate Body" and "body elementalization" truly proved incompatible, he would have no choice but to abandon the latter. He would simply remain a fifth-level wizard who couldn't elementalize his body.

(End of Chapter)