Capítulo 877: Chapter 441: Pain, Ice and Fire, Choices, and Nine Years
He relentlessly pulls Ronan back from the brink of Death, bestowing hope amid despair ti and again, only to swiftly extinguish it once it ignites.
Ronan’s consciousness gradually blurs, his soul shows signs of collapse amidst the endless agony.
Under the influence of the Magic Magnetic Gold’s gravity, his body continues sinking deeper into the magma, towards the more concentrated Fire Elental Energy.
The burning pain reaches his soul directly, as if the amber-like soul has also caught fire, while the Ice Frost power seems to be fading.
In this bloodline battle, ultimately, the Phoenix has gained the upper hand.
“Is it finally… going to end?”
Ronan looks forward to the mont of complete liberation of the soul.
At this ti, a torrent of a myriad of fragnted mories pours into his mind like a fresh spring, extinguishing the flas on his soul and granting him fleeting clarity long overdue.
“Projection Return?!”
Ronan’s consciousness, dissolved by pain, gathers anew, instantly realizing the source of this Soul Power.
The ascension to Level 5 had triggered the practice of the[Spirit Heart Amber], completing at this mont, projection returning, “Dream Entry” nourishing himself.
“Soul Projection…”
The tsunami of pain quickly resurges, the consciousness Ronan had painstakingly reconstructed begins to disperse once more, he desperately holds onto the fleeting Spirit Light in his mind.
“Can I escape this pain through Dream Entry?
As long as the soul isn’t shattered by the impact of pain, my body, under the endless Nirvana of the Phoenix bloodline, will eventually adapt to this fiery force…
Though the process may be lengthy, it is… the only hope now…”
Ronan doesn’t even have ti for further consideration or weighing, as he promptly begins the second[Spirit Heart Amber]Dream Entry practice.
The[Soul Projection]effect allows his consciousness to freely switch between the projection and the main body.
Ronan shifts most of his consciousness to the projection within the dream, effectively numbing himself through “sleep,” ignoring the physical pain.
“Sigh—”
When his eyes open again, the scene has entirely changed.
A humble little cabin built of gray stones and yellow mud, the sll of horse manure drifting in with the sunlight through the narrow window.
Ronan senses his body and finds the pain still exists, yet has significantly weakened compared to before.
Every ti he closes his eyes, it feels as though he is trapped in a terrifying nightmare of being engulfed by great flas.
“It truly works.”
Ronan’s eyes show a faint hint of pleasure, yet before he can organize the mory information of this body, a familiar old voice already echoes in his ears.
“Damien..”
Ronan sees the sunlight streaming through the window, so rays gathering amidst swirling dust, finally transforming into a small golden beetle, fluttering down onto his open palm.
“Alazan.”
Ronan’s eyes flicker slightly.
This is likely the first ti Alazan has actively engaged in conversation during his Dream Entry.
“No situation could be worse now…”
Ronan gazes at the golden beetle in his hand, his expression complex as he softly speaks: “I thought of this clever approach, but I’m unsure if it truly works.”
Ronan has no reservations with Alazan; Alazan, being a Master of[Spirit Heart Amber], might offer better suggestions.
Alazan actively sought him out, presumably for this reason.
“Soul Projection can ensure your will isn’t crushed by pain, and the Phoenix family’s Phoenix bloodline can allow your body to at least sustain a portion…
Your Death crisis has been resolved, Damien.”
Alazan speaks in a low voice.
Receiving Alazan’s confirmation, Ronan’s heart instantly relaxes.
Yet the next mont, Alazan continues: “But there’s one thing I must caution you about..”
Alazan pauses slightly, the golden beetle slowly crawls across Ronan’s palm.
“The cost of doing this is the complete erasure of the Ancient Frost Whale bloodline within you…”
Ronan gradually falls silent.
He begins to understand the reason Alazan presented himself, providing necessary warning so Ronan can make his own choice.
Exchanging the loss of the Ancient Frost Whale bloodline for the chance to survive in the Realm of Departing Fire.
Or…
Or.
“Is there a way to not lose the Ancient Frost Whale bloodline?”
Ronan slowly inquires.
“There is.”
Alazan’s response is quick, “But the hope is slim.”
“You must return.”
Alazan speaks softly: “Return and choose to face that pain directly, and find a way for the two bloodlines to coexist amid the pain.”
“Coexistence of ice and fire… is there such a possibility?”
Ronan murmurs, his eyes reflecting traces of rembrance and confusion.
He recalls the words once spoken by Alchemist Schiper during the Golden Dream.
Surrounding the Golden Throne aren’t just Flas, but also Ice Frost.
The Alchemist had already provided hints and he had, at one point, actively explored this direction.
But he never found a suitable solution, leaving the spell subject shelved.
Is this a sign to resu it?
“Don’t burden yourself with excessive ntal load…”
The golden beetle leaves Ronan’s hand, fluttering into the sunlight pouring through the window.
“Just do your best, after all, there is a retreat for you.
The Phoenix is among the few creatures qualified to strike the Mythical Rank, its bloodline capable of transformation and sublimation through repeated Nirvana.
The Phoenix bloodline given by that girl from the Phoenix Family, although only Ancient Level, doesn’t preclude the chance of returning to Ancient Tis in the future…”
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