Capítulo 880: Chapter 442: Bones of Ice Frost, Scales of Flas, Ashen Snow (Part 2)
At the mont when the two shadows touched each other.
“Boom!”
Endless gray light erupted from the vortex, and all illusions seed to vanish.
Snow fell gently from the void sky.
Ronan reached out his hand and gently caught a flake.
On this snowflake, gray flas burned, irregular in shape like paper thoroughly scorched.
It was like….
A small piece of ash, blown gently by the wind.
Ronan carefully examined the snowflake resembling ash, and finally, his eyes revealed a sense of relief and satisfaction.
“Ashen Snow.”
…..
“Crash——”
Amid a crimson, blazing space, a hand suddenly erged from the ever-surging magma, breaking through the scorching molten waves, and then a tall, slender figure slowly walked out step by step.
“Whoosh——”
The figure coming out of the magma exhaled long, the breath dispersing the twisted heat waves, falling on the magma’s surface, a flowing magma glow quickly dimd, and surprisingly solidified into a black rock, with a thin layer of frost clinging to its surface.
Even the surrounding hundreds or thousands of degrees of high temperatures could not lt this thin white frost.
The solidified lava block beca the only floating island in this space, and the figure stepped onto it, standing firm.
Only now could the full appearance of the figure be seen.
His entire being seed cast from molten magma, crystal, and tal, with every knotted, full muscle shimring with an orange-red glow, so skin not yet fully grown, revealing ice crystal bones of a blue-gold hue beneath.
Standing there, he unconsciously emanated mystical fluctuations as if he were a miraculous creation of heaven and earth, with the void naturally collapsing around him, all the fire elental energy in this space gathering towards him, worshipping, completing the yet-to-grow blood and flesh.
Flowing flas condensed into the shape of a cloak and crown behind him.
“Frost as bone, flas as scales.”
Ronan looked down at his current form, in the collapsing Realm of Departing Fire, at the bottom of endless lava, repeatedly reincarnating in flas for nine years, it seed that the life level of this body had reached an unbelievable height.
Ronan could not specifically describe his current state, only feeling, very good.
Very good.
Casually summoned his character panel.
[Na: Ronan Damien]
[Age: 44]
[Talent: Ice Attribute Control, Innocent Body (Active), Empty Spirit Extre Thought (Active), Soul Projection (Active), Ancient Frost Whale Bloodline (4%), Ancient Phoenix Bloodline (63%)….]
[Strength: Level 5 Official Wizard (51%)]
[Skill:…
Spirit Heart Amber (Proficiency 160/200)
Ascetic Body Refinent (Grandmaster 356/3200)
…]
Nine years’ ti, the countless pain of the body and flesh being gradually burned by flas, brought about the complete integration of all Ancient Frost Whale Bloodline in the blue-gold droplet at the center of the eyebrows, a bloodline concentration reaching 4%, and a concentration as high as 63% of the Ancient Phoenix Bloodline!
“The bloodline concentration of ancient creatures cannot reach one hundred percent on a wizard, the limit varies from individual to individual, depending on the type of bloodline… The Phoenix Bloodline within , having absorbed countless fire elental energy from the Realm of Departing Fire, and countless rebirths, is almost at its limit.
The next step is to advance to Ancient Level…”
Ronan pondered as he looked at the bloodline markings on the panel.
Alazan once said, a phoenix is the only mighty creature that could potentially advance to Mythical Rank through self-evolution, its bloodline can continuously be promoted.
Currently, although the bloodlines of the Ancient Frost Whale and the Phoenix coexisted within him, this balance was only temporary. After all, the Phoenix Bloodline was slightly inferior in rank; once the Ancient Frost Whale Bloodline improved, this balance would imdiately break, and by then, Ronan would face the dilemma of the two bloodline powers contending within him once again.
“Thus, it’s still crucial to swiftly elevate the Phoenix Bloodline to the Ancient Level.
If both elents are of Ancient Origin, even if one temporarily becos slightly weaker, it wouldn’t impact much, and balance could still be maintained…”
Ronan was unsure if the Holy Blood Tree was effective in elevating the Phoenix Bloodline, but the Phoenix Bloodline itself had already pointed out the way forward.
He was constantly receiving the summons from the bloodline, calling him to a certain place.
“Phoenix Land, the origin of the Phoenix Family?”
Ronan stared in a certain direction, his gaze flickering.
He wasn’t sure.
But he was determined to make the journey.
Not just for the Phoenix Bloodline within him, but also….
“Morrill… Morrill Phoenix..”
Ronan pressed his hand against his heart, softly whispering a na.
During the nine years he sank in the magma, amidst endless pain, Morrill was like a shadow accompanying him, a spring that sustained him in persistence.
Her emotions were changeable, unpredictable, her love fiery and intense, obsessive and unreasonable, like a curse, leaving Ronan with no chance of rejection.
She accompanied Ronan through twenty-three lifetis in Reincarnation Dreams.
In each cycle of reincarnation, Ronan would et her, she would ultimately beco his wife, his partner.
Twenty-three cycles of reincarnation, over five thousand years of dreamlike ti, this curse remained fresh, deeply engraved into Ronan’s soul, he could no longer let go.
Ronan pressed upon his heart, as if Morrill lived within it.
“Phoenix.. Phoenix…”
Only by truly rging with the Phoenix Bloodline did he realize Morrill might not be truly gone.
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