Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 310 - 159: Promotion, Impermanence, Plains

Two months later, deep autumn had arrived.

The lush primeval forest began to take on a patchwork of colors, as the trees dressed in golden hues. Tall pine trees and oaks cast mottled shadows under the warm sun, and the forest floor was covered with multicolored fallen leaves that rustled underfoot, emitting a faint scent of earth and decay.

Deep in the forest, surrounded by a stream in a deep valley.

Sunlight filtered through the treetops, illuminating moss-covered rocks and damp tree roots. The slowly flowing stream glittered like a series of shimmering mirrors. A young man clad in a long robe sat quietly by the stream, his eyes tightly closed, his body seemingly merging with the tranquil and peaceful surroundings, silently radiating a lively and robust force of life.

As a greenish-yellow leaf drifted down, gently landing on the water and creating ripples, the young man slowly opened his eyes.

Instantly, an invisible wind arose, blowing under the hem of the robe scattered on the ground, a hard-to-describe sense of clarity emanating from within him, making the air around him more transparent, as if washed by water.

"Hu—inhale—"

Ronan made a soft breathing motion, his breathing sound steady and rhythmically akin to the wind through the forest, stirring the surrounding trees and causing more leaves to fall.

"Another autumn has come...."

Ronan gazed at the golden leaves drifting on the stream in front of him, feeling a touch of faint sentimentality.

He remembered the previous autumn, when he was in the Tree House District outside Hoddam, preparing for the impending invasion of Black Witch Land... In the blink of an eye, he was nearly eighteen.

In the secular world, this age was already eligible to inherit the family title.

"Should I find time to go home for a visit?"

A thought crossed Ronan’s mind.

Quickly, the slight melancholy emotions brought on by the season were smoothed away, and Ronan opened his character panel to quietly review.

[Name: Ronan Damien]

[Age: 17]

[Talent: No Attribute Affinity, Pure Body (Active), Lake of Thoughtlessness (Active)]

[Strength: Level 2 Official Wizard (35%)]

[Skills: Basic Meditation Technique—Clear Sky Realm (Master 612/1600)

Energy Missile - Particle Torrent (Master 523/1600)

Charging Weapon - Power of Break Magic (Master 302/1600)

Ice Ball Skill - Absolute Ice Seal (Master 503/1600)

Frost Ray - Cold Ice Veins (Master 500/1600)

Ice Blade Skill - Extreme Freeze Soldier (Master 501/1600)

Ascetic Body Refinement - Ancient Power (Master 526/1600)

Small Blizzard (Proficiency 102/400)

Freezing Rain Armor (Proficiency 23/400)

Cold Voice (Proficiency 65/400)

Frost Spear (Expert...]

In just two months of almost incessant intensive training, Ronan had focused almost all of his efforts on practicing Ice Magic.

Besides advancing the three kinds of Second-tier Ice Magic he learned to Mastery level, the skills [Absolute Ice Seal], [Cold Ice Veins], and [Extreme Freeze Soldier] that had developed into Extraordinary Magic Realms had also all entered the first rank of Magic Domain Resonance!

It was not only due to blending the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline or advancing to Level 2 Wizard, but especially entering the Intermediate Level 2 Stage, with the enhancement of soul power, Ronan felt that he was progressing much smoother in the Master Level Proficiency areas.

Recalling the initial challenges as a Level 1, particularly before taking "Murphys Kiss," advancing in Master Level realms was extremely arduous for him.

"According to the Ancient Wizard Books, in ancient times, or even further back in prehistoric periods, when the continental lands had not yet fractured and the energy particles scattered between heaven and earth were immensely abundant, everyone was like a dragon, casting spells inherently with domain effects..."

A contemplative light flickered in Ronan’s eyes, "Now, wizards who comprehend Extraordinary Magic Realms, achieving the so-called first, second, and third ranks of Magic Domain Resonance, are merely reaching the starting point of ancient wizards. To truly match the geniuses of ancient wizards, one must look to realms beyond the extraordinary..."

If all went as expected, it would be a level above "Master Level Proficiency."

With the character panel, Ronan still believed that one day he could reach that realm; it was just a matter of time.

The power of the Ice Cold Domain shaped by a first rank Magic Domain Resonance from combining the three domains naturally underwent a "transformation." Yet what truly astonished Ronan, the spellcaster himself, was the impact after the fusion of the three domains resonating in the first rank—the power...

"Inheriting the ancient!"

Ronan stretched a hand toward the falling sunlight overhead, his fingers slowly tightening, a terrible and indescribable aura flowing among his fingertips, as if freezing that hint of autumn light in his palm.

"Hu—"

Dispersing the aura, Ronan exhaled a breath of stale air and stood up from the stone.

Stepping on the intangible air, he ascended higher, his magic robe fluttering as he swiftly flew in a certain direction.

Inside the consciousness space, the second Spiritual Power Crystal had formed, only about one-tenth the size of the first.

Within the crystal, the transformation-complete [Double Mirror Light] seal was like a pattern encased in Crystal Stone, imbued with a complex and mysterious aura.

The space energy seed left to Ronan by the silver cane had a surplus after [Frozen Tundra Soil] and [Double Mirror Light] seals had solidified; it then began to "nourish" the last [Silverization] seal.

Under the continuous nourishment of spatial energy, the [Silverization] seal gradually began to exhibit some unspeakable peculiar changes.

However, due to the difference in attributes, this fusion and transformation process was extremely slow. Up till now, Ronan hadn’t felt anything different and did not know what changes would occur once the [Silverization] seal fully integrated the spatial attribute.