Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 504 - 231: Frost Covers the Corpses, Ice Emperor’s Legacy, "Symbiosis" Pact_2

Chapter 504: Chapter 231: Frost Covers the Corpses, Ice Emperor’s Legacy, "Symbiosis" Pact_2

Silent and soundless.

The flowing lake of magma, burning quietly, had almost congealed into a golden-red flame in the shape of a phoenix...

In the next second, everything was engulfed by a mysterious force.

Everything... turned into a silent and exquisitely beautiful sculpture of ice.

....

In the distant Extreme North.

At the edge surrounded by endless ice and snow, the rushing icefalls and the vast white snow covered everything, and the towering snow-capped mountains stood as the silent and eternal guardians of this isolated world.

Time seemed to have frozen here, years did not pass, only the whispers of ice, snow, and wind lingered between heaven and earth.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a loud booming sound shattered the peace of this world.

From within the snow mountains, ancient beings awoke from their slumber.

On the most ancient, steep, and dignified snow mountain, within the ancient white Temple, a hunched and aged shadow suddenly opened his eyes.

This was an extremely old woman.

Her gray hair, coiled in rings, nearly covered the entire hall. Her face and body’s wrinkles were more numerous than the crevices in the snow mountains of the Extreme North.

Her eyes were cloudy, and her shriveled lips moved as she continuously called out a name.

"Elsa... Elsa..."

Before long, a beautiful girl with deep blue hair cascading like a waterfall, surrounded by countless ice flowers withering and blooming, quietly appeared in the hall.

The girl knelt down reverently in front of the old woman, kissing her hair.

Upon the girl’s arrival, the old woman stopped calling out, and a faint expression of affection and tenderness appeared on her face.

She extended her withered palm and gently stroked the top of the girl’s head, speaking in a low voice.

"I feel it...."

"The other half of the Ice Emperor’s mark has awakened, and it is calling out to you..."

"You are destined to become the next Frost Leader..."

"Go, retrieve the complete legacy of the Ice Emperor... It belongs to you."

The girl nodded in respect.

She quietly exited the hall, and once outside, her beautiful face was filled with nobility and coldness.

Countless snowflakes in the world surrounded her, paying homage, singing praises... She was like a natural-born Ice Empress, looking down upon all living beings.

The girl took a light step into the howling wind and snow, and immediately a massive Ice Dragon emerged between the snowy mountains, flapping its wings and swiftly flying towards the vast snow-covered horizon.

.....

Time passed, how long, no one knew.

It seemed like only a brief moment, yet it felt as long as a century.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

On the ice and snow-covered wilderness, a gigantic ice sculpture’s surface cracked open with numerous fissures, and finally, with a "bang," exploded, revealing a tall and straight figure leaping out from within.

"Huff—"

Ronan landed steadily on his feet, exhaling puffs of white breath.

At this moment, he was naked, his perfect physique outlined in the daylight, unabashedly displaying the primitive masculine beauty.

Ronan was in good condition; his Body Strength seemed to have greatly increased, and though the Vital Light Ball within him had been considerably depleted, it was much better compared to being nearly "drained" previously.

But at this time, Ronan’s focus was not on these things.

He examined himself, sensing an imprint in the depths of his soul that shimmered like a snowflake or an ice shard.

"Yarlis Ice Ring..."

Ronan "observed" the mark, murmuring to himself.

This object, along with [Frozen Soil], inherited from the Lansite Family and their "Ice Flame Iris," had always been worn on his body, yet he had almost forgotten it.

He had always failed to find anything special about the Ice Ring, and the core rune’s doubling effect on Ice Magic became less important as his Strength gradually increased.

But unexpectedly, hidden within the Ice Ring was another "secret," no wonder the Lansite Family treasured it so much.

Ronan closed his eyes, feeling through the imprint a distant call.

He then finely attuned himself to the cold brought by the "Ice Ring."

It was different from the power of the "Hekarter" Bloodline, but he couldn’t specify the exact difference.

"This power can directly extinguish the ’Nirvana Fire’ of Molli’er’s Phoenix Bloodline, and even compared to the ancient ruler of Ice Frost, the Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline, it is not inferior..."

Ronan felt a stir in his heart and decided to consult with Soraya about the "Yarlis Ice Ring" once he returned to White Stone Castle.

"Crack, crack—"

At that moment, the sound of ice cracking abruptly resounded from behind.

Hearing this sound, Ronan’s eyes instantly turned cold, his pupils emitting a fierce killing intent.

His whole being vanished from the spot as soon as the sound was heard, and when he reappeared...

"Boom!"

On the frost-bound wilderness, a large ice boulder shattered, and amid the rising ice dust, Ronan stood towering, his heroic and majestic physique like a jagged ice mountain, his hair wildly flying, one arm raised.

Against the outline of the Sun, his fingers tightly gripped the throat of a young girl.

"Hiss—"

Ronan’s right hand locked onto Molli’er’s throat, his left hand’s fingers pointed like knives, the recovered Titanium and Ice Frost mingling at his fingertips to form the edge of a blade, his fingers were grim and cold as he grasped at Molli’er.

She struggled violently, letting out a piercing screech, her hands moving in an exhibition of skilled close-quarters combat.

But against the vast difference in strength, Molli’er’s resistance was as negligible to Ronan as that of a baby in an adult’s hands.