Saint Blood Kin, New Problems, Setting Out!

After Ronan obtained the "key," the void space before him lost its last source of power and began to collapse rapidly.

Ronan released the Eye of Truth, carefully examining every corner of the space. Finding nothing, he retreated before the space completely collapsed.

"Gurgle—"

On the calm, mirror-like surface of the lake, a whirlpool several meters in size suddenly appeared, and a tall, handsome young man emerged from it and gently landed on the lakeshore.

Turning around, the whirlpool swallowed fish and shrimp, and after a moment, it disappeared, and the lake returned to calm.

When Ronan explored the lake again, he could no longer find any entrance; the Mysterious Garden Secret Realm had completely vanished.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he gently stroked his Space Ring, which contained the mysterious spatial key he had just obtained.

"It turns out the entire space was just a key box."

To Ronan now, the entire garden space is actually a giant "drawer".

The "drawer" was carefully lined with a beautifully patterned cloth, on which were placed some rather valuable little items. All of this was to conceal the "key" hidden in the drawer's inner compartment.

"Everything in the entire garden, including that extremely high-grade mysterious rune, combined might not be as valuable as this key made of spatial energy material."

The key itself is extraordinary; it's hard to imagine what it would be needed to open if it were just a key.

Ronan glanced at the lake again, turned his Flying Ring, and took to the air.

After the Garden Secret Realm was destroyed, this lake became just an ordinary lake. I wonder how the Ponytail Witch and the others who led him to this secret realm would react after they found that they could no longer find the entrance to the secret realm.

During the flight, Ronan sensed a fluctuation from Communication Stone within his Space Ring.

He took out the glowing Communication Stone, gently tapped it, and found it was a message from Kosti.

It roughly means reminding oneself to be careful on the road, especially to be wary of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society.

Although three years have passed Goblin Plain incident, and the forces belonging to the Ancient Wizard Revival Society seem to have disappeared in the past two years, no one can say for sure when they will suddenly reappear.

"Ancient Wizard Revival Society"

Ronan looked at Kosti's message, thought for a moment, and then took something out of his Space Ring—

This is a strange Ram Horn Mask, brightly colored and looking like it's been smeared with a lot of messy, cheap paint.

In the previous battle on the Goblin Plain, he killed several wizards of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society. Apart from a few Space Ring, the most valuable item was probably this mysterious mask he obtained from the Dark Head of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society.

Ronan held the strange Ram Horn Mask in his hand and could clearly feel a faint, eerie fluctuation emanating from it.

As you get closer, it's as if you can hear the evil whispers coming from behind the mask.

Within the Consciousness Space, the ancient will of the Ancient Frost Hydra Hecalto seemed somewhat restless, its instincts constantly driving Ronan to destroy and discard the mask in his hand. Every time he held the mask, Ronan felt an extreme sense of hatred and disgust.

"Is it Hecalto's ancient Natural Enemy?"

Ronan frowned slightly.

He had possessed this strange Ram Horn Mask for a long time. Unlike any magical artifact Ronan had ever seen, the mask was densely covered with various strange runes, which were tightly intertwined to form a whole. It looked like long passages of scriptures and incantations, or like a mysterious painting drawn by an axe. Ronan had seen the Dark Head the Ancient Wizard Revival Society use this mask, and the power it unleashed was infinitely close to the level of Dawn.

However, because he did not understand the specific techniques for controlling it, Ronan was unable to reproduce this power and could only keep it as a "collectible".

"Kosti's warning was correct. Although the Arcane Circle announced that the World Stone coordinates had been extracted from me and destroyed in the presence of several Dawn Wizards and dozens of Third Level Wizards, the Ancient Wizard Revival Society may not completely believe it. Even if they do, they might still capture me to verify it. Not to mention that one of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society's peak Level 3 Dark Head died at my hands."

Therefore, Ronan made his exit from seclusion extremely discreetly, without informing anyone. However, this was only a temporary measure. If the Ancient Wizard Revival Society continued to pay attention to him, they would come looking for him again sooner or later.

Ronan was also quite troubled by this problem, but there was no good solution at the moment. The only thing he could do was to improve his strength as soon as possible and prepare for the crisis in advance.

Before he knew it, Ronan had arrived at a familiar valley.

Using the connection of the Soul Contract, he silently released a message of his return in a certain direction, and then stepped into the valley, entering the "secret base" where he had not returned for three years.

The Micro Secret Realm Space was just as peaceful as it had been three years ago. The number of plant-based magical potions planted in the potion garden nursery had increased significantly and were now much more abundant.

During the three years of Ascetic Loft, Ronan entrusted Porby to send Bennigo a sum of resources every now and then. Ronan also gave all the Space Energy Pearl he had obtained in the Mirror Garden to Bennigo.

It seems that Bennigo used materials to maintain and repair the space, making it look bigger and more stable. At least it doesn't look as "leaky" as before.

When Ronan walked in, Bennigo was busy at a lab bench.

Sensing Ronan's arrival, Bennigo stopped his experimental work, glanced in his direction, and gave him a brief greeting.

"You've arrived."

There was no excitement or joy of old friends reuniting; it was as ordinary as if the last time the two met was three days ago, not three years ago.

Ronan's eyes were deeply moved by Bennigo's almost completely gray hair, which made him look more than ten years older.

Three years ago, he underwent a second purification of his bloodline. For him, as well as for the person, tree, and snake around him, the process was not as easy as it appeared to outsiders later.

For three whole years, Bennigo failed to recover from the initial loss of vital energy and blood.

Ronan paused for a moment, then Bennigo about his impending departure.

"A gathering of genius wizards from all the forces in the entire south?"

After pondering for a moment, Bennigo picked up a pen and quickly wrote down a long list on a piece of paper, then handed it to Ronan.

"Some of the materials needed for the subsequent cultivation of the Saint Blood Tree, as well as some items needed to create Fiona's 'Eternal Life Magic Coffin,' are not available within the Arcane Circle."

The resource exchange platforms you have access to are getting bigger and bigger; remember to keep an eye out for them if you have the chance.

Ronan took the list of materials from Bennigo, glanced through it, wrote down all the names of the items, and nodded to indicate that he understood.

Just then, he heard a rustling sound. Ronan looked in the direction of the sound and saw that some bright red, soft branches were reaching out to him like a child's hand, greeting him.

Each trembling leaf seemed to convey a wave of joyful emotion.

Ronan's expression shifted slightly. Following the guidance of the branches, he slowly walked over and finally saw the Saint Blood Tree at the deepest part of the Magic Plant Garden.

—The tall, thick, silvery-gray trunk and the equally silvery-gray, narrow leaves form an umbrella-shaped canopy, each leaf emitting a faint glow, creating a huge and dense halo of light silver.

The newly sprouted branches and leaves are a striking crimson, while the more mature ones have faded in color. The trunks have a large number of complex and twisted tree patterns, which look like runes or ancient and mysterious totems.

Standing beneath this silvery-gray tree, Ronan was enveloped in the silvery glow cascading from its top. His blood flowed faster, washing over him like a surging tide, and a wondrous feeling of clarity, tranquility, and peace arose within him.

Today, the Saint Blood Tree possesses a mysterious and magnificent quality befitting a legendary tree species, making it truly extraordinary.

"If it is a naturally growing Saint Blood Tree, it will instinctively begin to cultivate its own retinue at this stage."

Bennigo walked to Ronan's side and said, "Saint Blood Tree without followers will find it difficult to fully mature. The resources required for this legendary tree to grow are simply too numerous. It's difficult for an individual, or even a single power, to meet its subsequent growth needs. Only by cultivating followers, building its own Saint Blood Tribe, or even Saint Blood Kingdom, can it achieve self-sufficiency and continue its journey towards becoming a true legend..."

Ronan stretched out a hand, playfully entwining it with the delicate branches hanging down from the Saint Blood Tree, and frowned slightly as he said, "You mean we need to give it a new environment and find a group of gardeners to take care of it?"

That's roughly the idea.

"But the problem is, where can we find these?"

Finding a suitable new environment for the Saint Blood Tree to grow requires that it be difficult for others to discover it; otherwise, once this legendary tree species is recognized, it will inevitably attract competition.

The issue of the Saint Blood Kin is even more complicated, involving totem worship, the relationship between the giver and the giver, which is very complex, and the number of relatives required may be quite large, as Bennigo said, the population of a tribe or even a country.

The Saint Blood Tree, along with a large number of Saint Blood Kin tribes, how big of an area would it need to live in? How could it be hidden away? Ronan couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. Looking at Bennigo's furrowed brows, he was clearly just as worried as Ronan.

The two, who were overjoyed to receive the Saint Blood Tree seed, finally realized that some things were simply beyond the control of two mere level two wizards.

The key is that countless resources have already been invested in cultivating the Saint Blood Tree to its current state.

Ronan was alright, at least he had already received some benefits from the Saint Blood Tree, Bennigo was truly helpless, his plan to resurrect his deceased wife hadn't even officially started yet.

They both underestimated the situation.

Let's just take it one step at a time, and deal with the rest...

Ronan pursed his lips and said, "I'll figure something out."

Even he himself felt unsure about these words of comfort, and Bennigo didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

At this moment, Ronan sensed the arrival of the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent, greeted Bennigo, and the two walked out of the Micro Secret Realm Space together.

Emerging from behind the waterfall that served as the entrance to the Secret Realm Space, Ronan saw a gigantic, magnificent yet ferocious serpent head with a single horn protruding into the valley.

Those scarlet snake eyes stared silently at him, causing a slight stirring within Ronan's Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline.

In the deepest part of the Consciousness Space, in the dense, impenetrable shadows, something ancient, noble, and evil seemed to quietly open its eyes.

In an instant, the man and the snake stared at each other across the distance, and an inexplicable atmosphere silently spread through the valley.

"Hiss--"

Ronan took a deep breath, suppressing the cold, restless emotions surging within his chest. His voice unconsciously became hoarse, and the aura he exuded became profound and dignified.

I'm leaving.

Bennigo looked at him and nodded.

Ronan gave him a reassuring look, then suddenly leaped into the air.

Flying out of the valley, Ronan saw the full extent of the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent.

Three years had passed, and it had already reached the level of Third Level Magic Beast, growing to over a hundred meters in size, its snake body as thick as a mountain peak.

The pure bloodline of the Ancient Snake Species awakened further, the ice crystal horn on its head flashed with cold light, and frost rose and fell all over its body, as if it carried a force field of a [Small Blizzard] with it.

Ronan looked down at the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent, sensing the aura it exuded, as well as the cold, arrogant, and rebellious emotions transmitted through the Soul Contract.

With the further exploration of his bloodline potential, the significant increase in his strength, and the passage of time, the once submissive Ice Crystal Magic Serpent finally has the courage and ambition to challenge Ronan once again.

It writhed restlessly around its massive body, its scarlet forked tongue flicking in and out, constantly hissing wildly.

It was sending a signal of war to Ronan; it was impatient, and even the sense of hierarchy brought by blood could not suppress its desire to fight.

"Very good."

Ronan looked down at the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent beneath him, a strange aura slowly emanating from its body.

The aura stirred his robes and his short, chestnut-brown hair.

"After three years, both morally and logically, I should indeed give you another chance to challenge yourself."

Ronan raised his head and gazed ahead, a vertical, jet-black crack seemingly growing slowly in the center of his deep blue eyes.

"However, I'm pressed for time."

Ronan withdrew his gaze and lowered his head again. His once handsome and dashing face was now covered with snake-scale-like patterns, his beautiful chestnut brown hair had turned into a noble and ancient dark blue, and his eyes had completely transformed into bewitching and evil scarlet vertical eyes.

"Let's... fight as we go."

After saying that, Ronan gave the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent a sinister smile. Ancient frost fell, and he plummeted toward the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent like a shooting star.

"Roar--"

"Boom!"

"Buzz—"

The Communication Stone, which was gleaming faintly, was gently pressed down by a long, strong hand.

Orian's silvery-white eyes flickered slightly, and a subtle change appeared on his face.

Has he arrived?

Soon, the Communication Stone was put away, and Orian put the thought of the person on the other end of the Communication Stone out of his mind.

His handsome face was once again covered by coldness and solemnity.

Orian raised his head, his eyes slowly narrowing as he looked at a spot in the distance directly ahead.

——

Above an ancient ruin, a figure shrouded in endless, eerie green light floated high in the sky.

It was surrounded by five enormous white skulls, each of which emitted ghastly green energy beams from its eye sockets and mouth. Each beam pierced the sky and tore through the void, like ancient and evil forbidden blades.

Vast, boundless energy gathered above it, and countless Nether Ghost roared, releasing waves of terrifying magical pressure like a tsunami.

Around this incredibly evil and terrifying figure, there were seven or eight young wizards whose auras were as powerful as Orian's. They were all looking solemn and were working together to launch a siege against him.

But each powerful spell bombardment only elicited an increasingly loud and arrogant shrill laugh from the evil figure.

"You incompetent scum!"

"With this level of skill, you dare to dream of entering the Fairy Ancient City and competing with Andariel for a place?!"

"Die! All of you, die ahead of time!"

"The path to the underworld has been opened! I've come to send you off in your funeral!!!"

The terrifying sound waves, accompanied by a vast ocean of energy, directly unleashed an invisible tsunami upon the ruins.

Orian gritted his teeth, his body radiating a dazzling, crystal-like light, and charged forward with unwavering determination.