Eight Heads Ancient True Body, Ultimate Frost, the Unusable Arm Ring

The tradition of tea parties, like Sunset Gathering, is a long-standing tradition in the Wizard World.

In that era when the elements of heaven and earth were obscured and the boundaries between different schools of thought were not so clear, wizards would light bonfires in the starlit wilderness, sharing knowledge as wine and their experiences as delicacies.

They exchange information on spells, meditation, experimental research, and even their own unique rune markings.

The brilliance of any civilization is inseparable from the dedication and impetus of individuals with exceptional talent and broad minds.

Of course, as time has progressed to the present day, the tea parties and gatherings among wizards have become much more purposeful and private.

The light of Dawn was more dazzling than the blazing sun, shining on the faces of the ring masters of the Silver Magic Ring. Their expressions changed, but the first ring master of the Arcane Circle, who was also Level Four Dawn, remained calm.

He raised his right hand, and a silver-white Short Staff inlaid with gems in his palm emitted a hazy white light. An invisible mechanism in the void was pried open, and the huge metal ring beneath everyone's feet suddenly collapsed, turning into countless metal cubes of the same size, blooming outwards like flowers. Then they quickly reassembled, finally condensing into a huge bowl-shaped platform, with metal staircases extending in all directions, like connecting bridges leading to the location of each Magic Airship.

The light of "Dawn" hanging high in the sky receded, and figures descended, walking step by step down the metal steps toward the center.

The entire Silver Magic Ring was alarmed by this sudden and tremendous commotion. A large number of wizards from the Silver Magic Ring flew out from around and beneath the eight Silver White High Tower, looking up in astonishment and uncertainty.

On the massive metal platform, the seven Dawn Wizard gathered together and slowly approached the people of the Arcane Circle.

The seven individuals were surrounded by magical energy fluctuations that were almost within reach. Each of them seemed to be an inexhaustible source of power, exuding an aura that surpassed everything with every move they made. Even those standing at the same height as them would have to look up in awe.

The leader was dressed in a black robe, with smooth skin and handsome features. He looked like a young man in his thirties, yet he exuded a sense of inexplicable vicissitude. His aura was stronger than that of the other six. He was like an ancient pool, calm yet containing immeasurable depth, giving people the feeling that he had experienced the test of time and accumulated countless knowledge and experience.

Apart from the first ring master, the other ring masters, whose strength was only at the late stage of Third Level Wizard, all felt like they couldn't breathe under the close-range pressure of the seven Dawn Wizards.

"Manuel, it has been a full three hundred years since we last met..."

The handsome wizard who was the leader of the seven spoke with a smile, and the First Ring Master calmly stepped forward to greet him.

The Level Four Dawn Wizard gathered, and then quickly ascended into the sky, stepping through the void.

"It's Frant!"

Watching the handsome Black Robe Wizard chatting and laughing with First Ring Master Manuel above, one of the seven Ring Masters below took a deep breath and slowly spoke, "The chief disciple of Rona, the only Level Five Wizard in the South, and also the current leader of the Star School."

"Now I know exactly what Manuel meant by 'little trouble'?"

Someone with a grim face gritted his teeth and whispered, "Frant is here on behalf of the Level Five Wizard, Rona."

They know our Arcane Circle's secrets; I knew they wouldn't let the Helamus legacy be taken away from the south so easily!

In an instant, everyone's mood turned heavy.

The legacy left by Helamus in the south was essentially a "ticket" that allowed them all to return to the center.

Judging from the current situation, it is clear that the wizards in the south are trying to forcibly keep this "ticket" or even tear it up.

The excitement and joy they felt earlier had turned into worry and anxiety, and a strange emotion lingered among them.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, someone spoke in a low voice, "So, where exactly is Damien right now? Kosti, you shouldn't not know, right?"

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone's eyes immediately turned to one person.

Under the gaze of everyone, Kosti pursed her lips slightly and remained silent with a blank expression.

In the vast and boundless blue sea, a few seabirds soar freely in the azure sky.

Suddenly, the calm sea surface below began to churn. Clumps of dark blue frost surged rapidly from the seabed, and huge waves rose high. Before they reached their peak, they were frozen into walls by terrifying cold air, and then collapsed heavily, shattering into countless ice flowers.

In the blink of an eye, the vast expanse of turbulent blue sea was covered with a thick layer of solid ice, like a smooth mirror standing alone on the sea, reflecting a great deal of brilliant sunlight.

"Snap—"

The strange scene didn't last long before something abruptly broke through the ice-covered sea surface.

A vast amount of free energy particles gathered from the heavens and earth, and large swirling dark clouds rolled in, from which dark blue lightning bolts fell. Immediately afterwards, from beneath the cracked ice layer, the head of a giant serpent, whose ferocity, domineering power, and majesty were indescribable, suddenly burst forth.

As the giant serpent's head emerged, the surging cold air on the sea surface seemed to intensify dozens of times in an instant, and the terrifying chill continued to spread rapidly in all directions along the frozen sea surface.

If you look down from high above, you can see that the sea at this moment resembles a huge blue cloth, and the wrinkles on it are being quickly smoothed out by an invisible force.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The ice layers exploded one after another, thunder rumbled in the sky, and an absolutely frigid atmosphere almost filled the entire world.

Three more giant serpent heads emerged from beneath the sea ice, and the chill of the world reached its peak. The once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and even black and blue snow began to fall. At this moment, it was as if an ancient overlord creature hidden deep in the Deep Sea had awakened from its slumber, ruling over the ice and snow, and attempting to seal off the entire world.

"Click-clack—"

A series of cracking sounds rang out.

On the sea, where frost had thickened into Black Mist, a tall and slender figure emerged step by step from the water.

He was surrounded by the heads of four ferocious giant serpents, and countless frosts surging between heaven and earth seemed to be paying homage to him.

Large amounts of seawater rolled down from his black robe, turning into billowing white vapor before hitting the ground.

A seabird, frozen solid by the cold air but still in a flying posture, landed at the figure's feet. The figure reached out a hand and gently touched it, and the frozen seabird silently turned into tiny ice dust and dissipated.

Ronan gazed at the seabirds whose traces had been completely erased from the world, and continued forward, slowly walking onto a coral reef island that was only a few square kilometers in size.

He gently raised his hand, and the dark clouds gathering in the sky dispersed, the frozen sea melted, and the four snake heads, which resembled ancient frost overlords, turned into countless glimmers of light and disappeared without a trace.

The sky and earth cleared up again, but now there were icebergs of all sizes in the sea. The sunlight shone down, reflecting dazzling colors, but there was no warmth to them.

"It seems this idea is indeed feasible."

Ronan casually sat down on the coral reef island, opened his Character Panel, and his gaze fell on one of the spells behind the skill bar—[Mirror Soul (Expert 142/800)]. This rankless spell, obtained from the ruins of the Ancient Mirror Garden, was originally Ronan's plan to develop. He intended to use his blood, which contained the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline, as a catalyst to cast it, which could simulate a powerful magical summon with some of the aura of the Ancient Frost Hydra.

This idea isn't wrong, but because the proficiency with [Mirror Soul] isn't high, the strength of the summoned spells released is far from enough to be considered a trump card. In addition, Ronan has always had an Ice Crystal Magic Serpent as his battle pet, so he hasn't used it much.

However, after the battle for the Wizards, Ronan had a sudden inspiration when facing Serena: to use the [Multiple Mirror Lights] rune to forcibly replicate the [Hecalto Ancient Devour] Four Law Domains Fusion. Ronan suddenly had some new ideas about this spell.

During this time, based on his further understanding of runic literature, he upgraded the [Multiple Mirror Lights] rune again, and combined it with the replication effect of the [Mirror Soul] spell, finally achieving the initial realization of [Four Heads. Hecalto Ancient Devour]! Back then, [Multiple Mirror Lights] almost collapsed after only replicating a trace of the aura of the Four Law Domains Fusion, but now, with the assistance of [Mirror Soul], it can perfectly withstand the backlash impact of the power of [Four Heads].

Not only is the power of the spell far greater than when he fought Serena, Ronan even feels that he still has energy to spare. Under extreme conditions, he might try to condense five heads! The Ancient Frost Hydra Hecalto has a total of eight heads. The spell that Ronan created based on Hecalto's ancient true form will increase in power exponentially with each additional head he condenses.

From "Hecalto's Despairing Gaze," only one eye of Hecalto's true form is constructed.

Go to [Hecalto's Ancient Devour] to construct one of the heads of Hecalto's true form.

Then, proceed to [Four Heads. Ancient Devour].

The power of this spell is constantly approaching the realm that represents "forbiddenness"!

"When I unleash the [Four Heads] technique now, its power is already infinitely close to the realm of Forbidden Law Domain. Perhaps at the [Five Heads] level, I can fully enter... or perhaps by integrating a new ice-type Extraordinary Magic Domain, achieving a fusion of five or six magic domains, I might also be able to achieve the effect of a true Forbidden Law Domain."

Ronan sat on the frozen beach, lost in thought.

The former requires him to continue studying the space and mirror-type runes in his possession, and to continue optimizing and upgrading [Multiple Mirror Lights] to increase the upper limit of [Multiple Mirror Lights]'s tolerance and replication effect, or to improve his proficiency in the [Mirror Soul] spell.

The latter approach continues to explore the integration of multiple domains; the more domains integrated, the stronger the ancient majesty of Hecalto will be.

There are two paths, and neither is simpler than the other; the best approach is to use both.

"If I can push the power of this unique spell of mine to the Forbidden Law Domain, then when I encounter an insurmountable enemy, I won't need to knock on the 'Forbidden Door' and risk being corrupted by Hecalto's will to use the power of [[Forbidden. Red Ice]]."

[[Forbidden. Red Ice]] represents the power of Ice Slaughter among the eight ultimate forms of frost, and is engraved on one of Hecalto's snake heads.

Ronan never grasped it; it was Hecalto "instilled" it in him.

This power is not entirely his own; it is a double-edged sword that can kill his opponent but also wound himself, so he has always treated it with great caution.

Ronan then glanced at the proficiency levels of several "keystone spells" in his Ice Magic build—

Ice Ball - Desperate Ice Seal (Master 1351/1600)

Frost Ray - Frost Veins (Master 1322/1600)

Ice Blade - [Extreme Frozen Weapon] (Master 1407/1600)

The higher the Master Level proficiency, the more difficult it becomes to improve by even one point. However, due to the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline, the improvement speed of these spell proficiency has always been quite steady. After returning to the East Coast to replenish his "intelligence" growth, the improvement speed has become even more obvious.

It is estimated that it will not take long to reach the Level Three of Magic Domain Resonance.

Among the other Ice Magic who have reached the Master Level, [Frost Spear] and [Ice Armor] are also close to entering the second stage. Ronan has already planned that he will use [Ice Armor] to construct the scales of Hecalto's ancient true form, and the next step is to use [Frost Spear] to construct Hecalto's "teeth".

At that time, the power of the fusion of multiple legal domains will surely reach a new level, and "taboo" will not be far away for him.

"On this trip back to the south, I will definitely make a trip to White Stone Fortress. Besides asking Aunt Soraya for the third-tier inheritance of the 'Frozen Earth' technique, I will also inquire about the 'Yarlis Ice Ring' from her."

Ronan subconsciously touched the center of his collarbone, where he used to wear the 'Yarlis's Ice Ring Necklace'. Now the necklace was broken, and the Ice Ring had become a special mark, imprinted into his soul.

Setting aside his Ice Magic training plan for the time being, Ronan flipped his hand, revealing a crystal-like ring in his palm.

The light within the ring flowed gently, as if a whole galaxy was hidden within it, exuding an indescribable mystery and magnificence.

Ronan gazed at the ring for a long time before slowly putting it on his arm.

Then, he took a deep breath, his eyes lit up, and suddenly pointed a finger at the sea directly in front of him.

In an instant, within the Consciousness Space, nine Spiritual Power Crystal simultaneously shone brightly, the [Multiple Mirror Lights] seal lit up, and an incomparably intense mysterious aura surged forth. Between heaven and earth, endless free energy particles swarmed in, instantly condensing into a vast and magnificent seven-colored tranquil river.

One, two, three—a total of four Seven-Colored River emerged, then converged at a single point, flowing away to form a massive, deep, and pitch-black Bottomless Vortex.

A forbidden aura arose, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and blinding lightning fell. On the vast sea, countless seawater was stirred up, and a huge, bottomless whirlpool was formed, its power as terrifying as the collapse of the sky and the tsunami.

However, as the terrifying vortex phenomenon showed signs of weakening and dissipating, large beads of sweat appeared on Ronan's temples, and his outstretched fingertips trembled almost violently. What he wanted—

The black hole that devours, absorbs, and destroys everything did not form.

"Why?!"

"Call--"

Ronan, as if utterly exhausted, abruptly lowered his arm, panting heavily, his pale, handsome face furrowed with brows.

Why can't I move this armlet anymore?

Ronan gritted his teeth, deeply puzzled.

Since embarking on his journey back south, he has tried many times to recreate the Forbidden Black Hole, but has failed each time.

The Law Adept Arm Ring, which he could easily manipulate when facing Level Five Wizard from the [Resurrection Society] during the Talent Competition, is now like a "dead" thing in his hands, completely beyond his control.

There is absolutely no additional amplification effect on the spell [Energy Missile-Particle Torrent].