Bloodline of the Wizard

However, what truly caught Ronan's eye was not these Elemental Spirits with strength beyond the Third Rank. At this moment, all his attention was drawn to a scene in the distance—

What a magnificent and grand creation it was.

A colossal figure, completely forged of hurricane and lightning, towering thousands of meters tall. Beneath the dense black curtain of clouds, it was crowned with an endless purple Northern Lights. Countless lightning cascaded down from its body, and twelve tornadoes connecting the heaven and earth formed its majestic backbone, while its ankles were submerged in streams of lava erupting continuously from the earth's crust.

Ronan could not see its entire form; thick cumulonimbus clouds obscured most of its body. He could only see four pairs of wings as terrifying as vacuum blades and a tail of electromagnetic storms extending for who knows how many miles.

The heavens and earth were trembling slightly.

That was the sound of its heavy breathing.

With every breath, a vacuum zone that constantly collapsed and exploded would form within the thick cloud layers of the sky.

Countless Storm Element Spirits surrounded it, like countless subjects guarding their king!

"Weaver..."

Ronan gazed steadfastly at this indescribable ancient and fearsome entity, murmuring.

His soul trembled ceaselessly, yet every cell in his body seemed to thirst for, to pursue something.

The last time he felt this way was when he left the Southern region for the East Coast, seeing that ancient silver giant eel on the sea.

This time, the shock and impact Ronan experienced went beyond the previous encounter.

Several Storm Element Lifeforms, each over tens of meters in size, discovered Ronan's presence and growled low with anger, making their way toward him.

Ronan slowly returned from his daze, put away Dudor the Third, and then stomped once, his figure transforming into a black shadow to rush forward.

As if crossing some invisible boundary, where Ronan's form swept across, all the Elemental Spirits became "infuriated," they roared in anger, transforming into waves of thunder and hurricanes, attempting to tear the intruding challenger of their king's majesty into dust.

Alazan's urgent voice sounded in Ronan's ear, continuously urging.

"It's time to use the Finger Bone!"

"Hurry! You better not let it detect your presence..."

Ronan took out the pale Finger Bone from the Space Ring, gripping it tightly, yet he didn't crush it immediately.

His figure continued to rise, enduring waves of unprecedented numbness and tearing pain, trying hard to dodge the siege from those Elemental Spirits below.

His gaze, however, always remained on the distant Storm Lord towering more than ten thousand meters high, as if waiting for something.

The audacious ant attempts to peek at the true visage of the dragon, as the dragon lifts its eyelids, casting down a gaze of indifferent scrutiny.

Alazan's urging voice grew increasingly rapid, and the golden beetle anxiously fluttered before the tangible light screen formed by fierce winds and lightning, several times nearly landing on Ronan's nose.

Ronan seemed to turn a deaf ear.

Finally.

"Boom!"

The sound of the sky collapsing, high above, within the endless purple Northern Lights and the dense cumulonimbus clouds, a "Bright Sun" bloomed, that was the eye of the Storm Weaver.

An incredibly majestic and colossal will descended, accompanied by thunder that crashed down like ancient pythons.

"Don't forget! Nash's Finger Bone can only shield you from its perception but cannot prevent those injuries!"

Alazan's urging voice turned into a low roar, clearly indicating that impatience and agitation had accumulated to a tipping point.

"Crack—"

With a slight movement of Ronan's fingers, a piece of the Finger Bone in his palm silently shattered into powder. A mysterious and unfathomable wave emanated, condensing into an invisible black cloak in the Void, slowly draping over him, completely enveloping Ronan.

In an instant, the angry roars and howls of countless Storm Element Spirits below abruptly stopped. They suddenly lost their sense of the "invader," believing him to have turned to dust, and everything quickly calmed down.

Only the terrifying thunders falling with the Weaver's gaze still existed, like a Forbidden Array from ancient times leaking, casting down powers of destruction.

Standing in one place in the Void, the "Bright Sun" blooming within the cumulonimbus clouds overhead had extinguished. Ronan stood quietly, not taking this opportunity to escape quickly, instead appearing as calm as a bystander.

"What exactly are you after?"

Alazan's voice echoed in his mind with a questioning tone for the first time.

"You're playing with fire, don't you know?"

Ronan ignored Alazan's questioning, his eyes fixed on the terrifying thunders tearing apart the sky and earth.

Suddenly, as if finding his target, Ronan's gaze locked onto the "slightest" Storm Thunder, and then he moved, swiftly rushing toward it.

"You.."

Alazan's sudden exclamation barely left his lips before being interrupted by Ronan.

"What am I after?"

"What I'm after, is this."

"I am different from you, Alazan..."

"I can't miss any opportunity that might enhance myself..."

"Only by crossing the boundary between life and death again and again..."

"Can I have even the slightest chance... of grasping what I truly desire..."

Amidst the low whispers scattered by the fierce winds, Ronan neared the thunder mingling with the storm.

His expression was calm, his eyes shimmering with a mesmerizing glow, arms spread out, and he rushed towards that thunder, like a moth drawn to a flame.

In an instant, Ronan's body was simultaneously pierced by the storm and thunder.

In his eyes swiftly grew complex runes like hurricanes and lightning, his whole being like an insignificant speck of dust drowning in endless light.

Within the Consciousness Space, Alazan, transformed into a golden beetle, stared dumbfounded at all this, wordlessly lingering for a long time.

.......

Central Continent.

In the dim and damp swamp territory, faint blue phosphorus lights floated silently, illuminating the water's surface, with rotting leaves and twisted dead trees afloat.

Occasionally, gigantic bubbles burst, emitting waves of stinking odors.

"Plop—Plop—"

A figure, with rapid footsteps, suddenly intruded into this domain.

It was a petite figure, a slender girl with fair skin, wearing tight-fitting green leather armor.

She bit her lips tightly, her face stained with mud, her hair soaked with sweat, yet she seemed unconcerned, only continuing to run forward, glancing back occasionally, as if pursued by something.

"Crackle—Crackle—"

Suddenly, in a certain spot in the dark swamp, glaring electric light shone.

The girl was clearly startled, pausing her steps. As she released her spiritual power, cautiously probing toward the direction where the electric light erupted, soon, a hint of delight and hope appeared on her face.

The girl removed a silver Ring hanging from her neck, clenched it forcefully in her palm, her eyes flickered a few times, seemingly having made some decision, and with a determined expression, she quickly ran toward where the electric light burst open.