The endless dazzling white stretches upwards indefinitely, until it completely dissolves into a vast brightness, all illusions vanish, and the scene returns to nineteen suns and countless northern lights frozen in the sky, with the icy plain beneath their feet.
Ronan ultimately did not get to see the form of the Ancient Frost Whale that Chaguscona spoke of.
He was so insignificant, compared to such a colossal creature born from the Mythical Era, insignificant as a grain of sand.
Even the ancient Silver Eel Ronan saw on his return from the Southern regions to the East Coast, in front of the Ancient Frost Whale, seed like re dust.
Ronan gazed long at the sky, in the direction where the silhouette of the Ancient Frost Whale finally disappeared, still imrsed in the indescribable great shock, unable to extricate himself for a long ti.
"You actually managed to ta such a... magnificent existence."
Ronan couldn’t help but murmur, the only adjective he could think of was "magnificent".
"Actually, it’s not about taming."
The man standing beside Ronan gently shook his head, "When I chased it, it also desired to be pursued by .
For an existence like it, if it doesn’t reveal itself, no one can find it.
This was a mutually fulfilling hunt, where the identities of hunter and prey didn’t matter. The similarities between it and are far too many."
The man turned his head, looking into Ronan’s eyes, speaking warmly, "Everyone in their life has a ’whale’ they most desire to hunt.
What is your ’whale’?"
A mont of confusion flashed in Ronan’s eyes, but they quickly beca clear again.
Just as he was about to answer, the man chuckled lightly.
"I like the look in your eyes now, it’s the sa as mine once was.
That’s also the reason I ultimately chose you."
Ronan pressed his lips together, speaking softly, "Thank you."
Besides thank you, Ronan couldn’t find other words to express the complex emotions he felt in his heart at this mont.
The most powerful Ice Wizard in history, a great figure who ruled an era—Chagus Conner Ice Emperor.
The trial of his inheritance always seed too simple for Ronan to pass.
From ti to ti, he wondered if he was still trapped in the Trial Illusion Realm, perhaps currently collapsed in a corner of the ice field, his body gradually buried by snow and wind, and everything before his eyes was rely a pitiful fantasy before death.
"Don’t belittle yourself, you’re better than anyone believes you are."
The man gently placed a hand on Ronan’s shoulder, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, "Those were also the words my father often said to ..."
The man mused, murmuring softly, "I’m not a picky person, and I’m truly tired of everything here.
If you hadn’t appeared, perhaps I would consider giving everything to that little one over there..."
The man pointed to Elsa, wrapped in a deep blue cocoon in the distance, saying, "Though she differs greatly from the inheritor I envisioned, possessing the purest Ice Bloodline reaches the minimum standard..."
The man spoke, shaking his head, and then raised one hand.
With a snap of his fingers at the sky, one of the nineteen suns was plucked down by him just like that.
"I have divided all the inheritances into nineteen parts, this is one of them...if you can one day reach the Root of the World, perhaps we’ll have a chance to truly et."
"Uh..."
Ronan was stunned by the man’s final words, couldn’t help but look up.
The man seed to guess what he wanted to say and laughed, "Do you think I’m already dead?"
Not knowing how to answer, Ronan watched the man burst into hearty laughter.
The man’s icy white hair lifted without wind, his blue-gold eyes filled with dazzling brilliance.
He looked around with mighty authority, his gaze fierce, truly showcasing the unparalleled splendor of a once great frost sovereign.
"My legend continues to be written, it’s just that I no longer need them..."
Holding the sun, the man looked at Ronan, speaking softly, "I hope to hear your na one day, Ronan Damien, is that right?
Rember—"
The man squinted his eyes, speaking to Ronan in an incredibly earnest tone: "The road ahead is far more rugged and lengthy than you can imagine, don’t give up lightly, keep your eyes on the tail of the ’whale’ you chase in the Dark...
One day, you will capture it!"
Every word from Chagus Conner etched deeply into Ronan’s heart, bringing him an unprecedented imnse impact.
He sensed a deeper aning in Chagus Conner’s words, but couldn’t comprehend what it was, only managing to nod solemnly.
The man patted Ronan’s shoulder, gazing at him gently, as if looking at his younger self.
"Are you ready?"
He lifted the sun in his hand, speaking softly.
Ronan gazed at the nearby inheritance with a complicated look, face filled with anticipation, joy, yet also fear...like a child feeling unworthy of his reward.
"Do I need to, return a story to you?"
He mustered the courage to speak.
The man replied, "Your stories over the thousand years have already been heard countless tis."
Indeed.
During the thousand-plus years Ronan carried Elsa through the ice fields, he had chewed over the mories in his mind countless tis.
Yet he still seed unwilling to give up, eagerly asking, "What else can I do for you?"
"Nothing."
The man looked into the clear, child-like eyes of the person before him, smiling and shaking his head, about to offer more comfort and encouragent when at that mont...
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