Bloodline of the Wizard

"The Hall of Spirits.. Witch Leader... Giant Tailless Dragon Gorini..."

Ronan murmured these words under his breath, and moments later, he changed direction and sprinted away into the distance.

......

"Crunch, crunch——"

In the swamp filled with black liquid, the water level rapidly declined, drying up.. The faceless black stone man sculpture reappeared, and in an instant, countless cracks appeared on the stone man until it exploded with a "bang" into numerous fragments.

From the void where the stone man exploded, a pair of rugged, dark hands grasped the sides of the spatial tear, slowly forcing it open. Ewaqu's figure squeezed out from the gap, accompanied by incessant cursing.

"..Only fools would think that person would ever return!"

"He abandoned everyone long ago! Only idiots believe he can find the answer, and only the most foolish think that he would return with the answer to save everyone!!.."

"A bunch of stubborn old fossils clinging to the past. Your brains have long since been eroded along with your bodies by the passage of time, leaving only decaying silt!!"

"Ewaqu" twisted his face as he stepped out of the space rift, one step at a time.

Even now, his figure remained strong and mighty, yet his demeanor seemed like a different person, with a kind of indescribable gloom and coldness between his brows, making the surrounding environment become eerie under his influence.

"Even Alazan, that old fox, has started fearing death, planning his way out. Back then, he was one of the staunchest devotees of that person..."

"Ewaqu" had a sullen expression, and thinking of his "failure" in the Spirit Space, his face became twisted with resentment.

If not for someone interfering at the crucial moment and snatching the body he had long selected, he wouldn't have had to use a third of his soul as collateral to barely acquire a free-walking physical shell.

The quality of the shell didn't matter; the key was that now he was forcibly tied with those foolish Witch Leaders in the Spirit Space. If he could not find a way to "rescue" the others, he would have to perish alongside them with the collapse of the Hall of Spirits!

"Despicable and sly fox, shameless old immortal..."

"Ewaqu" cursed through gritted teeth for a moment, then slowly calmed his emotions.

No matter what, he finally made it out.

"First try to regain strength, then..."

"Ewaqu" flashed a cold gleam in his eyes, "find the body that Alazan selected."

As the oldest and most low-key and mysterious of the twenty-four Witch Leaders, Alazan had existed since the birth of the Spirit Witch and even participated in the entire construction of the Hall of Spirits.

He knew more secrets than anyone else, having survived more than several successions of the Master of Spirits.

Finding Alazan might be the solution to all the troubles on him.

If it were the most glorious era of All Spirits, "Ewaqu" naturally wouldn't dare to confront him directly, but now, the once most powerful and highly esteemed leader of the Witch Leaders was merely a pathetic creature barely clinging to life under the threat of death.

"Perhaps I could even obtain the core inheritance of that old immortal..."

"Ewaqu" seemed to think of some beautiful prospect, a smile rising at the corner of his mouth, his right fist slowly clenching, "Bahafus, someday, will also lower your proud head before me... heh heh.."

"Ewaqu" chuckled lightly, raising his right hand, a destructive whirlwind tore through the void, flattening everything beneath and around him in an instant.

When the rampant storm vanished, there was no trace of "Ewaqu" left in the forcibly erased section of the forest.

......

The seventh sunset after leaving the Primitive Forest.

"Boom!"

Ronan punched through the waist of a low mountain, causing a cascade of rolling stones as he darted into the newly made cave.

Casting a few array plates, he set up a simple protective rune formation around himself and the cave entrance. Ronan took a deep breath, sitting cross-legged in the damp cave, immersing his mind rapidly into his consciousness space.

After seven days, the overwhelming flow of knowledge pouring into his mind finally completed its transmission.

Now, in Ronan's consciousness space, at the center of ten golden diamond-like Spiritual Power Crystals, a black dandelion quietly bloomed.

On the dandelion, lay a pretty golden ladybug, its antennae occasionally swaying, appearing quite docile.

Ronan looked at the dandelion and the ladybug in front of him, and some information silently rolled through his mind.

"Spirit Heart Amber!"

He silently mouthed the four words.

The massive influx of knowledge forcibly inserted into his mind ultimately formed an ancient legacy indeed.

Moreover, it was a legacy relating to soul cultivation.

This legacy, in all likelihood, was bestowed upon him by the golden ladybug that brought him out of the Spirit Space, the same one mentioned in Gorini's mouth—the Ancient Spirit Witch Leader "Alazan."

"Is this truly a legacy... or a trap?"

"Is it a lure you cast towards me?"

Ronan tried to communicate with the golden ladybug on the dandelion, but the latter remained silent.

An ancient legacy originating from the Spirit Witch, focusing on soul cultivation.

To say Ronan was not tempted would be a lie.

However, after experiencing the battle with Gorini and witnessing Ewaqu being mercilessly discarded as a sacrifice by the trusted Wolf Witch Chief,

he couldn't help but harbor numerous concerns in his heart.