Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 150 - 93: Insight, the Correct Path, [Schiper’s Secret Silver Transformation]_3

Chapter 150: Chapter 93: Insight, the Correct Path, [Schiper’s Secret Silver Transformation]_3

"Don’t let it be a bottomless pit..."

Ronan thought as he put away his belongings and finished dinner before entering his daily meditation practice.

In the days that followed, Ronan’s life settled into another calm and regular state.

He received his magic robe and residence permit for being a core member of the Magic Ring, but he still stayed at the Blueberry Inn.

The next day, Benny sent him the ancient recipe for refining the Mental Power Enhancement Potion he requested, along with the required magic potion materials and various ingredients needed for the first phase of awakening the Holy Blood Tree Seed.

Ronan made a major purchase outside Seventh Ring City, spending nearly two hundred Advanced Magic Stones before barely gathering everything needed, repeatedly pondering whether he was being duped by Benny.

Fortunately, two days later, Benny successfully prepared the several Mental Power Enhancement Potions Ronan needed, which slightly lifted his spirits.

...

One month later.

Vast forest.

Thick ice and snow covered an area of nearly a mile.

The terrifying coldness almost destroyed all colors except for deep blue and snow white, with green and vitality isolated outside the white, and a rich sense of despair permeated the entire space.

In this desolate and solemn environment, a tall and upright figure hovered mid-air.

The silver robe sparkled under the crystal clear sunlight, swaying slightly with the wind and snow.

The young man with chestnut short hair was enveloped by countless mysterious and profound auras, his eyes clear as the sky with a deep blue hue.

Like a finely crafted exquisite figure from transparent ice crystals, he was the true source of the endless cold and despair in this part of the world!

Underneath the young man, countless huge black wasp corpses densely lay, and in front of him, there were nearly ten super-sized wasps the size of a calf.

These wasps had wide and transparent wings, each flap creating clear ripples in the air, their bodies pale blue, streamlined, and eyes flickering with a green light, emanating an inexplicable majesty.

Amidst the buzzing vibration of the ten magic beast wasps’ wings, shallow green glowing wind blades appeared in the air one after another, shooting out simultaneously in quick succession, emitting a series of dense sharp breaking sounds, heading straight for the silver-robed young man.

The young man hidden under the robe suddenly raised his right hand; a thick layer of ice armor appeared in the air, followed by a dark flowing metal forming an umbrella shape in front of him.

"Pitter-patter—"

Countless wind blades struck the ice shield, breaking through the ice layer in less than half a breath, and then hitting the dark metal shield, creating a series of crisp sounds like rain hitting an icy surface.

"Despair Domain... Explode!"

As the striking sounds reached their peak, the young man suddenly emitted an overwhelming tide-like coldness from within, deep blue cold streams like the veins of glacier frozen soil, the Northern Lights of the Northern Skies... instantly sweeping across the entire battlefield.

The ten wasp magic beasts froze mid-flap under this sweeping cold, their bodies covered with a thick layer of ice frost, only their eyes still flickering slightly.

The young man raised his hand, the umbrella-shaped dark metal instantly retracting, and then the deep blue in his eyes burst forth fiercely, an even more terrifying mysterious aura emanating from his body, instantly turning at his fingertips into an immense and powerful Torrent Field!

"[Particle Torrent]!"