Wizard Bloodline

Ronan seemed to catch a faint scent of blood emanating from the blood-red giant egg. 

His mind raced with inspiration, as if grasping something significant, but before he could delve deeper—

"Crack—"

The crisp sound of breaking echoed again in his ears.

This time, Ronan clearly heard it coming from the ice below, and he saw white cracks spider-webbing across the surface of the dark red egg-shaped object.

"Is the eggshell breaking?"

Ronan's eyes narrowed as an inexplicable unease settled in his chest.

He began to retreat, magical tungsten steel flowing from under his robe, forming a spinning drill to bore through layers of ice, reopening his path of escape.

"Crack, crack—"

The sound of the egg breaking grew louder and more frequent, as if something was about to burst forth.

The guiding black line quickly faded, and Ronan's eyes flickered.

This indicated that the "Sanctuary Power" he had detected was being rapidly absorbed by the unknown creature inside the egg.

"Boom—"

A muffled thud overshadowed the cracking sound.

Finally.

The giant egg encased in ice quietly shattered.

In an instant, Ronan felt an ancient, dense aura envelop him, as if from a primordial era.

Simultaneously, a massive silhouette emerged from the dim ice below.

The shape glowed with a faint blue light, its outline obscured.

But amidst the glow were two conspicuous, cold crimson orbs, like emotionless lamps, casting their gaze upon him.

In the next moment—

"Hiss—"

With a strange hiss, the massive blue shadow lunged at Ronan.

Crimson eyes widened, and Ronan's retreat halted, his pupils contracting sharply.

Outside the ice crevice, where small mounds of snow had formed, cold currents silently surged upward. Under the vast blue sky, everything appeared serene and tranquil.

But in the next second, this peace was utterly shattered!

"Boom!"

As if the earth's crust had been violently struck, a ring of low ice hills exploded in an instant, unleashing torrents of cold air like white pillars shooting into the sky!

A colossal blue shadow burst from the shattered ice, morphing into a magnificently sculpted snake form, roaring and exuding overwhelming cold and fierce energy.

"Crack, crack—"

Upon closer inspection, the head of the ten-meter-long blue serpent bore a small, thin human figure.

It was a handsome white-haired youth in a fluttering robe.

His lips were tightly pressed, eyes a vivid blue, with long white hair streaming behind him. Both hands gripped the serpent's gaping jaws, forcing them apart!

"Huff—huff—"

Ronan clutched the serpent's jaws, fingers wrapped around its sharp fangs.

Cold, biting air wafted from the crimson maw, blowing his hair back.

Yet, he felt enveloped by a great, indescribable emotion—excitement? Surprise? Unbridled joy?

He could almost hear his heartbeat.

The blue light dancing in his eyes seemed ready to solidify and burst forth.

"Ancient Ice Crystal Serpent."

Ronan murmured, "Pureblood... lineage!"

"Boom!"

A terrifying energy wave erupted from the serpent's maw, enveloping him in blinding blue light.

Ronan's eyes flickered, muscles tensing with immense strength. Before the light surged out, he fiercely hurled the giant serpent aside!

"Bang!"

The massive ice crystal serpent was flung like a noodle, rolling violently across the snow, uprooting trees, sending showers of ice and snow flying.

The serpent hissed, its voice laden with savage, tyrannical energy.

Before it could rise, Ronan twisted and swiftly closed in.

"[Despair... Freeze]!"

Blinding dark blue erupted from Ronan's hands, summoning a torrent of cold air.

With second-level wizard power, the spell conjured a seven-meter-wide, crystal-clear spiral ice sphere, surrounded by frost and emitting overwhelming despair.

He raised the sphere above the serpent's head, then brought his hands together.

"Boom!"

The ice sphere shattered, cascading dark blue like a waterfall, freezing everything. A massive white ice ring surged from the ground, spreading miles around, freezing all in its path with dense icy spikes.

As the blue cascade dissipated, the cold air waned.

Ronan lowered his hands, squinting at the scene below.

The snake lay still on the smooth snow.

Completely sealed by Ronan's spell.

The ice, infused with despair domain energy, solidified, trapping the massive ice crystal serpent in a block of ice.

Ronan descended, studying the frozen Ancient Ice Crystal Serpent through the ice.

The serpent was entirely blue, each scale like carved ice.

Intricate patterns adorned the scales, and atop its head was a deep blue crystal horn, akin to a crystal.

Ronan recalled the three-tiered Frost-scaled Python Soraya hunted, its head sporting only a bump, with crystal-like scales only around its neck.

To the third-level wizards like Soraya, this indicated an awakened trace of Ancient Ice Crystal Serpent blood.

He couldn't imagine the frenzy if the pureblood serpent before him was discovered by White Stone Castle's wizard families!

This was an immense opportunity, more valuable than the blood of a hundred third-level beasts!

Ronan's earlier theory resolved its final doubt.

"The three Pythons weren't weakened by external foes. They likely spent their essence to aid this serpent's full evolution."

"They were clever, moving its transformation site far from the nest to avoid detection."

"If not for coincidence, I'd never have found an Ancient Serpent hidden here."

The dark red eggshell Ronan saw when discovering the ice crystal serpent was likely condensed from the Pythons' blood.

Fate was indeed strange.

Ronan had abandoned thoughts of the Pythons, yet discovered a pureblood Ancient Ice Crystal Serpent while exploring the Sanctuary.

"A pure Ancient Ice Crystal Serpent bloodline... combined with the Sacred Blood Tree's purification."

Ronan gazed at the frozen serpent, his eyes shining as he muttered, "With this, the risk of bloodline transplantation is worth it."

The Frost-scaled Python's trace of Ancient Ice Crystal Serpent blood warranted the risk of transplantation. The pureblood before him was beyond compare.

His luck was good.

The ice crystal serpent had only recently evolved, not even reaching tier-one beast status.

While its combat power was formidable, capable of challenging a second-level wizard like Ronan, its strength was limited. Otherwise, Ronan would have struggled to subdue it.

Ronan steadied himself, twirling the spatial ring on his finger, storing the ice-encased serpent in his storage space.

Fortunately, the serpent hadn't grown large, making transport feasible.

With everything settled, he refilled the ice crevice and turned back the way he came, eager to study the ice crystal serpent bloodline transplantation.

Of course, this couldn't be done in White Stone Castle; he'd wait until returning to the Ring to begin.

Yet, before Ronan flew far, he sensed something amiss.

He quickly activated the spatial ring, flinging it forward.

A large ice block shot from the ring, shattering mid-air!

"Hiss!"

Freed from the ice, the ice crystal serpent lunged with open jaws, its ruby eyes blazing with rage and ferocity.

Ronan remained stoic, raising a hand toward the charging serpent, fingers spread wide.

In the next second, countless mysterious energies surged from him, weaving deep blue icy veins around him, forming a blazing blue beam aimed at the serpent.

[Frost Ray—Frozen Veins]!

Compared to [Despair Freeze], [Frozen Veins] emphasized augmenting icy energy.

The serpent was instantly struck by the blue beam, ensnared by icy veins and domain forces, freezing into a lifelike ice sculpture once more.

Ronan approached, placing a hand on the sculpture, feeling the serpent's restless, violent energy within, his brow furrowing slightly.

As expected of an ancient ice serpent, its resistance to ice magic was astonishing, breaking free quickly.

"Enomi@&Nis#￥#%Trale."

Ronan's eyes flickered as he chanted an arcane incantation, biting his finger to draw a drop of blood, swiftly sketching a complex rune.

Finally, he tapped the motionless serpent within the ice.

The blood-red rune seemed to pass through the ice unhindered, landing on the serpent's forehead.

But it was instantly repelled.

"Whoosh—"

A drop of blood grazed Ronan's cheek, shooting skyward.

Ronan wiped the blood from his cheek, expressionless.

He raised his gaze, staring at the sky, eyes flicking between the ice block and the heavens.

Eventually, he seemed to reach a decision.

Streams of magical tungsten steel flowed from his robe, forming silver chains tightly binding the ice block.

He cast several ice spells, reinforcing the seal, before storing the block and taking flight.

Silver Ring.

In a forest corner, within a micro-mystical space.

In the empty, quiet space, Bennigo stood at the edge, a black metal pipe in his mouth, calmly inscribing semi-translucent silver runes into the expanding grayness.

With each rune, the snowy gray area seemed to halt and slowly retract, becoming clearer.

With Ronan taking the Sacred Blood Tree sapling, Bennigo, in his boredom, tended the mystical plants, studied runes, and occasionally patched the "tattered" mystical space.

As Bennigo worked, he sensed something.

He retrieved a communication stone from his pouch, tapping its glow.

After listening to the message, Bennigo's brow furrowed, but his eyes flickered, and he set aside his work, heading for the mystical space's exit.

Bennigo quickly exited the space, bypassing the waterfall, flying from the hidden valley.

Hovering in the air, he waited, when suddenly—

His eyes fixed on a direction, witnessing something incredible, nearly dropping his pipe.

In Bennigo's view, a black shadow rapidly approached.

—

It was a bare-chested, white-haired youth.

His shoulders and wrists bore exquisite armor, deep blue crystals growing from the edges, enhancing his robust, elegant form.

Surrounded by icy crystals and snowflakes, his eyes a starry blue, with cold currents and domain energies swirling around him.

His feet stood firmly on a terrifying giant serpent, bound by countless silver chains, meters thick and tens of meters long, with a horned head and ruby eyes, seemingly sculpted from pure ice.

The youth gripped the chains' ends, steering the serpent like a steed.

The serpent hissed in rage, its massive body twisting, threatening to break free.

The youth conjured a fireball, striking the serpent, eyes shining as he called to Bennigo from afar: "Bennigo, prepare the materials—I'm inheriting the ancient!"

A book recommendation, well-written, worth a look.

"Cold Gate March"

A humble man from the cold gate, alone with a horse, armed with two stolen swords and his own creations, wielding a seven-foot spear and a longsword, swaggering toward the frontier.

"Fighting three thousand miles alone, a sword once blocked a million troops!"

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