Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 455 - 211: The Weak Should Be Favored, Lucky One, Lin Disi!

Chapter 455: Chapter 211: The Weak Should Be Favored, Lucky One, Lin Disi!

This is a Magic Tool listed as "Forbidden" by the Secret Power Workshop, and no one knows who its Forger is. It was acquired by the Secret Power Workshop by chance, and now it is brought out to be used as his trump card in this battle for the title of Genius.

But probably no Wizard of the Secret Power Workshop would have expected that the "Forbidden Blade" would be used in the second round and still fail to secure a victory.

It only left a scar less than ten centimeters on its opponent, and now it’s nearly completely healed.

Compared to that, Farlin, the operator of the Magic Tool, suffered even more "injury."

Ronan caught the Communication Stone thrown by Farlin, his eyes flickered, and he couldn’t help but ask, "What’s the name of this Magic Tool?"

"Jelgany’s Jealousy’s Edge... we’ll talk more when we get the chance..."

Farlin, seeming on his last legs, spoke with an incredibly hoarse voice. After dropping a few courteous remarks, he hurriedly left the scene impatiently.

Ronan casually stepped down from the stage, and his Stone Pillar rose once again.

At this moment, the grey clouds gathering above his head were extremely dense, stacking layer upon layer, nearly obscuring half of the sky above the Stone Pillar, looking overwhelmingly imposing.

However, Ronan felt utterly helpless.

Because even with such substantial grey clouds, there was still no sign of his soul characteristics manifesting.

"Soul characteristics..."

Ronan closed his eyes, attempting to sense his soul at a deeper level.

A Wizard’s soul characteristics are related to the Magic Schools they practice and some special potentials hidden deep within their soul.

When a Wizard’s spiritual power and soul power grow to an extreme, this latent potential can be unearthed to nurture their own "Elemental Spirit."

The "Elemental Spirit" is a manifestation of the soul’s transformation and ascension to another plane, greatly enhancing a Wizard’s control power over elemental energy by tenfold or even a hundredfold, and it possesses many incredible and powerful abilities. A Wizard that completes this step undergoes a significant leap in their life’s evolution.

This is also the main reason why Ancient Wizards designated Level 4 as the first watershed, differentiating it into the realms of "Mist" and "Dawn."

"So, what exactly is my soul like..."

Ronan began the Clear Sky Realm meditation, entering the state of the Lake of Thoughtlessness.

All the noise drifted away from him, and his consciousness sank into the icy cold lake, utterly still, sinking deeper and deeper towards the lakebed...

Gradually, Ronan seemed to "see" a bright light before him.

He slowly approached the light in the "water," feeling an incredibly familiar and gentle sensation emanating from it.

Ronan gently "embraced" the light, and in an instant, countless emotions and memories flooded his mind.

Most of these memories were his own, followed by those of his predecessor "Ronan" for over a decade, and finally, fragments belonging to the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Heikarto, with no discernible clear images...

"Is it because my soul is too fragmented?"

A realization dawned on Ronan.

The fusion of souls is most prone to creating "impurities." When he crossed over to this world, his soul underwent an initial fusion, which caused his already mediocre soul quality to plummet to an "extremely poor" state.

Effectively blocking his path to becoming an Official Wizard.

Then, he "recklessly" initiated the preliminary fusion of the "Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake" Bloodline, causing a second "contamination" to the soul.

"If I can’t resolve the residual issues of my previous existence and Heikarto’s remnants, Mist might be the end of my path as a Wizard..."

Ronan’s mood darkened slightly. Although he seemed to have found the root of the problem, he was still completely clueless about the solution.

Ronan considered looking through ancient texts or seeking Kosti for a solution after this battle was over...

"Buzz—"

A strange Shock penetrated directly to Ronan’s soul, completely pulling his consciousness from the depths of his soul.

Ronan abruptly opened his eyes, still uncertain what kind of energy fluctuation could affect his soul, and even Lake of Thoughtlessness’s state couldn’t fend it off, yet he was already startled and intimidated by the scene before him—

"Poisonous muscles!"

At the center of the vast whirlpool of energy, Andriel, with hair like seaweed reaching his ankles, grimaced, letting out a horrific roar that sounded like numerous Ghosts howling together.

In an instant, a terrifying surge of Spells emanated from within him, and one could see countless writhing, worm-like twisted runes glowing rapidly across the pale, corpse-like skin of his body.

Massive waves of dark green brilliance "fell" from Andriel’s body, rapidly corroding the Void as soon as they touched the air.

In just a blink of an eye, the Void in the vicinity centered around Andriel became "tattered and torn," giving anyone, even separated by spatial distance and Protection Arrays, an intense feeling of palpitations.

Ronan saw that Andriel’s feet were covered with broken bones, which seemed to be the same four-winged, four-armed Bone Giant used to withstand his Hand Snow Country.

Ronan’s eyes shook.

Although Andriel was arrogant and foolish, his Strength was undeniably top-notch from the First-tier Group.

It made one wonder who could have pushed Andriel to such a state that even his most powerful Undead Servant was completely shattered.

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