Capítulo 878: Chapter 441: Pain, Ice and Fire, Choices, Nine Years (Part 3)
Ronan watched the golden ladybug lt into the dust-laden sunlight, and Alazan’s voice faded into the distance.
He fell into contemplation.
Things are far from as simple as Alazan said; the cost is not rely losing one percent concentration of the Ancient Frost Whale Bloodline.
There is also the subsequent inheritance of the Ice Emperor Chaguscona.
After a long ti, the confusion in Ronan’s eyes disappeared, and his gaze gradually cald down.
“At least, let catch my breath first.”
He shook his head, took a few steps forward, and pushed open the small door of the rudintary stone house with force.
The golden sunlight poured in from outside, sowhat glaring, and Ronan raised a hand to shield it.
When his eyes gradually adjusted to the light, he lowered his hand and finally saw the slender figure of a girl standing before him.
The girl wore a tight light leather armor of pale red, her fiery red hair hung down like a cluster of scattered roses, holding a black long whip in her hand, her playful and delicate face was now filled with disdain and disgust for Ronan.
“Ronan, did you sneak away into the house to do those filthy, vile things again?
I called you ten tis, yet you didn’t respond even once.”
The stunning girl lightly flicked the whip in her hand, her gaze piercingly roaming over Ronan’s body, seemingly considering on which part of his body to strike.
“Mo… Molli’er?”
When Ronan saw clearly the girl’s appearance, he suddenly froze.
Perhaps his gaze was too direct; the girl who almost looked exactly like Molli’er instinctively avoided his eyes, but soon followed with sha and annoyance, she raised her hand and whipped Ronan fiercely.
“Damn it, Ronan, you lowly servant, how dare you look at with such eyes!”
The girl cursed, but Ronan seed not to hear.
He let the whip fall on his body, his ears echoing Molli’er’s last words to him once again.
“Never… never… never forget .”
“Is this the way you want to rember firmly?
Molli’er…”
Ronan murmured softly, for a mont, his gaze suddenly beca incredibly gentle yet sorrowful.
…
On the second day after Dream Entry, Ronan chose to return his consciousness to his body.
Just as Alazan suggested, amidst the relentless wash of pain, he tried to comprehend the thod to make ice and fire coexist.
The Phoenix and the Ancient Frost Whale, accommodating these two extre and powerful Bloodline powers within a single body, is indeed sothing almost impossible for an ordinary wizard to accomplish.
But Ronan is different; Alazan once said that his physical body is nearly the best rune Bloodline carrier.
After the transformation from Pure Body to Innocent Body, this carrier beca even more perfect and solid.
Ti and again, Ronan listened to the sound of his blood and flesh, bones being scorched by flas and frozen by ice frost, feeling the traces left by the two distinct forces traversing his body.
When his will reached the threshold of unbearable pain, nearing collapse, he chose to enter Reincarnation Dreams to breathe and recover.
Such repetition continued.
Ti quietly flowed amidst the endless surging and transformation of molten flas.
Ice and fire, these two elents, continuously clashed and collided within Ronan’s eyes, within his body, igniting countless inspirations and insights.
Occasionally, nine Primordial Spirit Crystals appeared, the ninth crystal containing the Law Seed, releasing faint peculiar radiance, seeping into Ronan’s body, subtly providing him with invisible enlightennt and guidance.
Ronan had long forgotten the passage of ti.
He didn’t know how long had passed.
Only knew that Molli’er was nailed deep within his soul like a stake, piercing through every Reincarnation Dream he had from beginning to end.
…
Mist Space.
The reinvigorated Holy Blood Tree had grown to half of its original size.
The dense roots twisted and turned, spreading throughout the vast fertile land, mingling with the thick vegetation, greedily absorbing the elental energy abundant within the air and Elent Pool.
Benny ended a calculation, rubbed his tired brow, and casually twisted open a Potion bottle and drank it down.
Habitually glanced at the ice coffin not far away, then turned his head in another direction.
——
There, in so corner of the Mist Space, was enveloped by nurous roots and vines of the Holy Blood Tree, intertwining into a small house shape.
Inside the vine-encased room, one could see the semi-illusory silhouette of a young man, cloaked in robes, sitting on the ground with his head bowed, motionless.
Dudor the Third curled up at the young man’s feet, on the other side, a transparent Soul Body of an elegant, dignified, and beautiful woman was nestled beside him, gently and quietly watching him, always watching him.
Benny looked at this scene, seemingly fixed in eternity, his eyes flickered slightly, and slowly walked over.
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