Bloodline Deduction Array, Evaqu's Summons

Compared to when Ronan first entered, Bennigo's private Secret Realm Space was now vastly different.

More than half of the entire Secret Realm Space was occupied by the Saint Blood Tree, whose dense golden leaves formed a huge canopy, while the branches below were a beautiful agate red.

The ever-growing Saint Blood Tree is greatly encroaching on Bennigo's living and research space. The few experimental tables that originally existed in the Secret Realm have now been moved to a corner in the northwest.

As soon as Ronan entered the space, the Saint Blood Tree emitted joyful and pleasant fluctuations of consciousness. Its soft red branches, like tiny baby hands, caressed Ronan's cheeks and neck, welcoming him home.

"Rustle--"

At this moment, in the lush Magic Plant Garden beneath the Saint Blood Tree, a figure quickly emerged from the swaying vegetation.

He was a strong young man with thick brown hair, handsome and well-built, looking only a few years older Ronan. If it weren't for the white shirt with the obvious oil stain that Ronan recognized so well, Ronan would hardly have recognized him as Bennigo! "Your experiment was a success?!"

Ronan looked at Bennigo, who had almost been "completely transformed," and his eyes flashed with a strange light. He immediately strode forward to meet him.

"We have made some initial progress."

Bennigo nodded calmly in response, his hands still covered in damp soil, as if he had just finished his daily work of loosening the soil and weeding the Magic Plant Garden.

His voice also sounded much younger and more magnetic.

Ronan instantly released his mental energy and swept it towards Bennigo. Benigo showed no change in expression and stood still, allowing Ronan to investigate.

After a moment, Ronan took a deep breath and said, "Your strength has begun to recover, and even your vitality has become much stronger. It seems that your research has truly succeeded."

From the moment the seed of the Saint Blood Tree sprouted, Bennigo had been conducting his research on the topic of "Bloodline Purification".

There is very little information or literature about the Saint Blood Tree, so how to guide the power of the Saint Blood Tree to achieve the ideal evolution of its own bloodline is a major challenge.

In the two previous Bloodline Purification Ronan underwent, he first purified the bloodline of the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent before transplanting it into his own body.

This method greatly reduces the risk of having an overly mixed bloodline and being unable to control the purification direction.

However, after the Talent Competition, Ronan "lost" the Ice Crystal Magic Serpent, making the Magic Pet of purifying and then transplanting it unusable.

It was at this time that Bennigo, who had been trying to use the Saint Blood Tree to solve his own Soul Decay Syndrome problem, proposed a bold idea: the "Bloodline Deduction" experiment! Before undergoing formal Bloodline Purification, the route would be repeatedly deduced until the most ideal purification direction was found.

The principle is simple, but it is very difficult to implement in practice. During the nine months that Ronan returned to the Silver Magic Ring, Bennigo was conducting related experimental research.

Now, he looks more than twenty years younger, and his Soul Decay Syndrome is almost completely cured. It is likely that he has undergone a purification of his entire bloodline, which has greatly increased the concentration of Gray Elf Bloodline in his body.

Bennigo was a very steady and cautious person. He wouldn't take risks easily without sufficient certainty, so Ronan guessed that his research had made a major breakthrough.

The "Bloodline Deduction" experiment was specifically set up for Ronan. Bennigo's success also meant that Ronan's third bloodline purification had a sure hope. This was related to his future chance to survive under the resurrected Hecalto, so how could he not be eager and excited?

"The rune knowledge you shared was a great help to me."

Bennigo led Ronan through the overgrown weeds to an experimental table covered with papers and drafts. Bennigo casually wiped the dirt off his hands with a rag and began to explain to Ronan, "I've designed a miniature Rune Array, similar to the Talent Transplant method used by the Ice Magic wizards at White Stone Fortress, but it needs to be engraved on the heart. During blood flow, it can be repeatedly purified and refined until the optimal result is achieved."

Is there any risk?

Ronan picked up the sheets of calculation paper on the lab table and scanned them one by one, then asked in a deep voice.

"Certainly."

Bennigo nodded. "Each simulation requires a large amount of Active Essence Blood, which will put a great burden on your body."

"I'm physically strong, this is nothing..."

Ronan shook his head, immediately ignoring this impact.

With Master Level proficiency of nearly 1,500 points in [Ascetic Body Forging], the life force contained within his Vitality Orb has long reached an unimaginable level. If actively activated, he could transform into a humanoid blood-producing machine in no time. Even the most precious essence blood would not have a significant impact on him.

"It may also damage the Bloodline Origin."

"Bloodline Origin?"

Ronan was puzzled; he had never heard the word before. "What is that?"

"A term I defined myself."

Bennigo explained, "Whether the deduction succeeds or not, it will continuously reduce the concentration of the precious bloodline inherent in your bloodline. I've tried many methods, but I can't avoid this situation. It feels more like a loss at the level of life rules, so I named it 'Original Source Loss.' Don't be fooled by my current good condition; half a month ago, the Gray Elf Bloodline in my body was almost completely gone, and I was already preparing to activate the backup plan."

"Losses at the rule level."

Ronan frowned.

He was able to understand what Bennigo meant.

The purification of a living being's bloodline by the Saint Blood Tree is essentially the creation of a "seed" of a more powerful bloodline based on an existing one. This "seed" takes root and sprouts within the body, absorbing the "nutrients" of the original bloodline, and eventually completely replaces the original bloodline. This is the entire process of "Bloodline Purification and upgrading."

Bennigo's "bloodline projection" technology uses external force to interfere with the process of "seed" generation—unsatisfactory "seeds" are discarded one by one until a satisfactory "seed" is cultivated.

This process of constantly discarding and starting over will inevitably cause some losses. However, Ronan did not expect that these losses could not be replenished and were completely irreversible.

"In other words, bloodline deduction will cause the concentration of the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline in my body to continuously decrease."

If I remain unable to deduce the direction for purifying the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline, is it highly likely that I will eventually lose this bloodline completely?

After Ronan figured it out, he asked Bennigo calmly replied, "Yes."

"How much 'Bloodline Origin' will be consumed in one simulation? How many simulations can my current Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline support in total?"

"I don't know, it varies from person to person."

There's one more thing I must remind you: the stronger the bloodline, the lower the probability of successful deduction. This is a law of natural evolution. It becomes increasingly difficult for any life form to ascend. You should understand this principle."

Ronan fell silent.

After a moment, he raised his head and looked calmly into Bennigo's eyes.

"I see."

"When can you begin inscribing the magic array for me?"

Ronan had thought it through very clearly.

If he cannot make a major and crucial breakthrough in the original bloodline of "Hecalto", then he will never be able to defeat "Hecalto". How can someone who uses the bloodline of another as the source of his power defeat the original who possesses this bloodline?

Rather than waiting to die while clinging to the six percent concentration of the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline, he might as well take a gamble.

Even if we fail in the end, it's not a big deal.

Today, the Ancient Frost Hydra Bloodline is no longer an indispensable part of his power system; it's as if he never possessed it at all.

Bennigo was not surprised by Ronan's decision at all; it seemed he had long expected Ronan to make such a decisive choice.

"You shouldn't be in a position where you need to head to the central region right now, right?"

"No."

Ronan shook his head. "Something unexpected happened, and I may have to stay for a while longer."

"Then there's no rush."

Bennigo said calmly, "Some details of the magic array still need to be perfected, and I also need to spend time developing a targeted deduction plan for you."

How long will it take?

"About three months."

Ronan nodded and said nothing more.

He left the experimental table and slowly walked to the location of the Saint Blood Tree in the center of the Secret Realm Space. He reached out and gently stroked the smooth and delicate trunk of the Saint Blood Tree, which was as fine as jade.

Bennigo's voice came from behind.

"If you have time, think more about how to settle it in the future. This place is almost too small for it..."

"I know."

Ronan stood under the tree, looking up at the magnificent crown of the Saint Blood Tree, his eyes flickering slightly, lost in thought.

Four months later.

Silver Magic Ring.

Are you really sure?

At the top of the Silver White High Tower of the Seventh Magic Ring, Kosti asked softly.

Ronan slowly withdrew his gaze from the other seven towers in the distance, turned around, and nodded as he reached out to tease a brightly feathered, long-beaked parrot that had landed on his arm.

"Um.

There were reasons why we had to leave earlier than planned.

I've checked, and the place I'm planning to go to isn't particularly far from the headquarters of the 'Elemental Magic Ring'.

If I miss the guide, I will go on my own.

Seeing Ronan's resolute attitude, Kosti didn't say anything more, but simply took something out of her Space Ring and handed it to Ronan.

It was a little bird folded from blue paper; when held in the hand, one could feel faint fluctuations of runes.

"Once you reach the central region and have taken care of your own affairs, you can use this to contact the person who came to pick you up."

They have plenty of patience for you.

Ronan took the blue paper bird from Kosti and nodded.

Once in the central region, outside the coverage area of the southern communication tower, all the Communication Stone in Ronan's possession will become useless.

This little blue paper bird was probably a common communication tool used by wizards in the central region.

Damien

After explaining everything, Kosti looked at Ronan with her mouth open, as if she wanted to say something to him.

But in the end, I only gave him a light hug.

"Take care on your journey."

Ronan's heart stirred slightly; he seemed to see the shadow of another person in the green eyes of Lake Kosti.

He returned Kosti's embrace, then Porby, before slowly descending the tower.

Ronan descended the book-like staircase inside the tower step by step. After exiting the tower's gate, he walked towards the ten gray Meditation Tower beside it.

He had hoped to see Clemens one last time, but he was disappointed to find that Clemens had gone out to participate in a trial and was not in the Arcane Circle.

On his way back, Ronan unexpectedly ran into another "old acquaintance".

A gray-haired young man with a long scar on his face.

Lannir Ronan remembered the other person's name.

He was an "old enemy" who had suppressed him in various ways when he first joined the Arcane Circle because of Bennigo.

The latter clearly recognized him as well, his face turning pale in an instant. He froze in place, his demeanor becoming increasingly humble and awkward. Ronan had intended to go up and greet him, but seeing this, he gave up, shook his head, and brushed past him.

After leaving the inner city of the Arcane Circle, we arrived at the outer city of the Seventh Magic Ring.

Ronan strolled through the winding streets and finally came to a small hotel with a sign that read "Blueberry Inn".

Upon entering, the shop owner was lounging on the counter, yawning lazily, his chin resting on his hand.

It was a girl's face that Ronan was familiar with. Several years had passed, and she seemed to have matured a lot. The only thing that hadn't changed was her fluffy, sheep-like blue curly hair.

"Are you minding the shop again today, Alida?"

As was the case on countless afternoons when Ronan had lived here, he naturally stepped into the hostel and greeted the blue-haired girl at the counter.

"Oh, good afternoon, Lord Ronan."

Alida responded to Ronan with the same ease as before, but as soon as she uttered her greeting, she suddenly realized what was happening.

Like a startled sheep, it suddenly stood up straight in front of the counter.

"Lord Ronan?!"

Alida stared at Ronan with wide eyes and an incredulous expression, letting out a soft gasp.

"Is it really you? Good heavens, am I dreaming?!"

Ronan smiled slightly at Alida, walked to the counter, and asked.

"How are things between you and Jacob?"

Alida stared at Ronan like a stunned puppet, and it took her a while to react before she stammered, "We... got engaged last year..."

"Congratulations."

Ronan spoke softly, then gently placed a Space Ring on the counter in front of Alida.

"Well then... I wish you a happy marriage in advance."

Alida looked down at the exquisitely designed ring on the table. Just as she picked it up, she looked up and was shocked to find that Ronan had vanished from her sight.

"Lord Ronan."

Alida held the ring, staring blankly at the sun-drenched metal floor outside the door, speechless for a moment.

This brief reunion felt so surreal, as if it were just a dream she had during a drowsy afternoon nap.

Ronan stood beneath the clear blue sky, gazing at the Silver Magic Ring in the distance, which stood like an iron throne between heaven and earth.

Scenes from the past flashed through his mind.

The anticipation and bewilderment of arriving at the Arcane Circle for the first time, the anxiety of facing the thirty-year review period, the vigilance when meeting Bennigo, the resentment and unwillingness when implicated and suppressed, and the exhilaration of defeating all enemies in the arena. The Silver Magic Ring carries too many memories for him and occupies a large part of his not-so-long wizarding career.

"I don't know when I'll be able to come back after this departure, or even if I'll have the chance to return at all."

Ronan felt a strange sense of melancholy and emotion, but it was quickly replaced by a different kind of determination.

He regained his composure and turned to fly towards Bennigo's private sanctuary.

Four months later, Ronan did not receive guidance from the wizards of the "Elemental Magic Ring" in the central region. Instead, he received a message from Evaqu, the inheritor of the ancient spirit wizard tradition.

The other party is ready to go to the Hall of Spirits to undergo the second trial and needs his assistance as soon as possible.

Evaqu had helped Ronan a great deal, resolving his spiritual problems and gifting him a mysterious finger bone, which also helped him escape a pursuit by the Dawn Wizard of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society.

He felt he had to repay this favor no matter what.

Evaqu gave him a year and arranged all the travel for him to the Central Hall of Spirits, a process that would take about five months.

Ronan should have plenty of time, but he had a few things to do before leaving the South completely, so he decided to set off immediately.

Before setting off, he will also formally receive the "bloodline deduction" Rune Array inscription from Bennigo.