Bloodline of the Wizard
Chapter 512 - 234 Homer Blue, Ancient Ice, Crimson Ice_2

Chapter 512: Chapter 234 Homer Blue, Ancient Ice, Crimson Ice_2

Molli’er stood silently in the large Black Robe, slightly lifting her head to reveal a half of her pallid but breathtaking cheek.

"Is there any need?"

Her voice was cold. She stepped past Ronan, walking into the inn before them, murmuring in a calm yet gritted tone, "After all, everything I’m enduring now... I will inevitably seek vengeance upon you, multiplied a millionfold."

Ronan’s brow furrowed as he watched Molli’er’s figure disappear from his view, feeling an immense headache coming on.

After leaving Evacuation, Ronan had been pondering whether he could reach a "reconciliation" with Molli’er.

But it seemed that because she had suffered quite a bit under his command recently, she had grown to "deeply despise" him. The more "submissive" she acted toward Ronan, the more he could feel the surging "resentment" within her heart.

She even seemed to attribute all the blame to him, even though he was clearly the biggest "victim".

The more Ronan thought about it, the more irritable he became. The current Molli’er was like a timed bomb to him, hard to simply discard, but also dangerous to keep around, not knowing when she might explode. He truly did not know how to resolve this.

"Just have to take it one step at a time..."

Ronan let out a sigh and entered the inn.

In his own small room, with Molli’er’s room right next door, he could hear her even breathing.

Ronan momentarily set aside his distractions and immersed himself in rigorous cultivation.

He had too many things to sort out, and time was simply not on his side.

Quickly, two days passed.

In the silent room, the light of the Rune Formation flickered slightly, the air seemed to stand still.

At the center of the Array, a tall, upright figure sat cross-legged with his torso bare, a rich dark blue Ice Frost took the shape of a python, silently coiling around him.

His long hair interwoven with dark blue and white was carelessly spread across the floor, and beautiful ice flowers formed along the patterns of the floor, with the temperature having long dropped below freezing point.

"Hiss—"

Along with a hissing intake of breath, all the coldness in the room converged towards the figure. This ancient, evil, and noble aura contracted, the dark blue gradually fading away. Amidst a series of "clicking" sounds from snapping joints, Ronan returned to normal, Awakening from his cultivation.

"After reaching six percent concentration of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline, the amplifying effect on Ice Magic has become even stronger..."

Ronan lifted his hand, looking at the smooth and delicate skin on the back of his hands. Previously, they had been covered with ancient, snake-like patterns.

Since completely "breaking" with Hekarter, Ronan had been exploring the mysteries of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline.

He termed the state when he fully triggered the potential power of his Bloodline Power – [Ancient Ice].

In the [Ancient Ice] state, his command over Frost Power, with the enhancement of Bloodline Power, would transform into "Ancient Frost". That is, it would change from normal dark blue to a near-black dark blue, greatly enhancing the coldness.

Furthermore, if he could delve deeper into the power of the Bloodline in this state, he might step into the "Forbidden Domain".

This was the "Forbidden Door" left inside him by Hekarter after their deal — behind that door lay powers of slaughter and Death.

The ancient frost would transform into crimson, and part of Ronan’s will would be dominated by the violent instincts of the Multi-headed Snake, turning him into a fierce and terrifying Monster.

This door should not be opened lightly; the more it was opened, the slimmer Ronan’s chances in his ongoing gamble with Hekarter.

This state was also termed by Ronan as — [Crimson Ice].

"The Forbidden Power of [Crimson Ice] should not be used frequently; it isn’t entirely my own power. Once indulged, even Hekarter need not descend again; I would naturally degrade into His Servant Puppet..."

Ronan took a deep breath and took out the "Heramus’ Mage Bracelet" again, gently stroking its crystal-smooth surface with his hand.

Ronan had once ventured into the Forbidden Domain, and he deeply desired its profound insights. Hence, under circumstances where further exploration of [Forbidden - Red Ice] was not possible, the power of [Forbidden - Black Hole] brought about by "Heramus Mage Bracelet" became his primary object of research.

However, the "Heramus Inheritance" contained within the bracelet was exceedingly profound and vast. To fully decode and comprehend it was undoubtedly a monumental task.

"I wonder how many parts of Heramus’s legacy there are? If each part contains a similar voluminous amount of knowledge, is it really possible for successors to fully inherit the complete teachings of Heramus?"

Every time Ronan explored the space of the bracelet with his spiritual power and saw the vast sea of runes like the starry sky, he couldn’t help expressing such a sentiment.

Legends are revered as legends often because they are unique.

In all these years, the Upper Ring Continent had only produced one Heramus. The likelihood of another wizard appearing to rival him was too low.

Naturally, Ronan hoped to be such a successor, but what he could currently do was to patiently, bit by bit, tirelessly gnaw on the legacy knowledge left by Heramus within the bracelet.

"Knock—knock—knock—"

At this moment, Ronan suddenly heard a faint, rhythmic, tapping sound.

He carefully distinguished it and realized the sound was coming from next door.