Valley of Gilded Doors, Throat of the Scorching Sun, Red Dragon Bloodline!

The morning mist was like gauze, Four-Legged Flying Dragon stretched out its silvery-gray membrane wings, riding the updrafts into the sea of clouds.

Ronan stood quietly on the broad back of the Four-Legged Flying Dragon. The wind blowing in his face lifted the hem of his Platinum Magic Robe, and some sunlight fell at his feet, spreading out in shimmering gold on the dragon's back.

The forest beneath me transformed into a deep green velvet carpet, the river meandered like a silver ribbon, and occasionally birds flew past below the clouds like seeds scattered by the wind.

Serena sat directly in front of him on his left, her back straight, one hand resting lightly on the edge of the dragon saddle, her lips pressed together, her gaze fixed on the distance, lost in thought.

The wizards of the Pendulum of Fate, including A Ni, and the wizards of the Life Royal Court that Serena brought on this trip were scattered on the two wings of the dragon. This time, Ronan did not ride the Ancient Thunder Eagle, but at Serena's strong request, he rode the dragon with her.

He looked as if he was afraid Ronan might leave at any moment.

The Trial of the Holy Grail Proof is held in a place called the Valley of Gilded Doors in the center of the Life Empire.

At the speed of Four-Legged Flying Dragon, it would take four to five days to arrive.

Serena did not interact with Ronan at all, and Ronan naturally did not take the initiative to approach her, as he was mostly absorbed in his own Consciousness Space.

At this moment, within Ronan's Consciousness Space, nearly 100,000 Primordial Spirit Writing were divided into ten dark red star clusters. More or less, countless Primordial Spirit Writing were wriggling within their respective star clusters, as if they were trying to piece together some kind of pattern.

A great jigsaw puzzle game about the "Primordial Ten Origin Runes"!

Ronan never gave up, and in his spare time he would contemplate the Primordial Spirit Writing and silently try to deduce its meaning.

The process was many times more complicated than Ronan had anticipated.

Even with 100,000 Primordial Spirit Writing, the outline of any single origin rune cannot be pieced together. Only those who have actually come into contact with it know how enormous this project is, requiring countless hours of painstaking research.

Perhaps even more fantastical and unattainable Schubert wizards had always pursued, Ronan had no idea how far Helamus had progressed back then; it seemed like something that could not be accomplished by human effort alone.

The day the fifth sun rises.

Ronan and his party officially entered the central part of the empire.

The Four-Legged Flying Dragon descended from the clouds, and Ronan emerged from his meditation to see a vast plain.

In the center of the plain are two verdant mountain ranges, and a wide river meanders through them, then splits into countless smaller tributaries.

Large and small shallow beaches are scattered throughout the valley, and the morning sunlight shines on the river, making the whole river look like flowing liquid gold.

The outer sides of both mountain ranges are covered with dense primeval forests, while the inner side is composed of sandstone weathered over millions of years.

As the Four-Legged Flying Dragon led the group slowly down into the valley, Ronan saw that the valley walls on both sides were full of vertical cracks and holes.

When sunlight shines through these natural holes, casting slender golden beams onto the rock walls, the scene resembles rays of light peeking through countless slightly ajar doors, filled with mystery and tranquility.

The Valley of Gilded Doors got its name from this.

The Four-Legged Flying Dragon landed on a wide, flat, pebble-strewn shallow beach. Serena stood up from the dragon's back, glanced at Ronan, and then dismounted to direct the royal wizards to set up camp.

"We need to stay here for at least two years until the vault containing the Chalice of Life opens."

Serena pointed to the riverbank where countless golden beams of light crisscrossed and scattered, and calmly said to Ronan, "That's when the trial begins."

During this time, I believe Your Majesty should have had enough time to complete the process of advancing from Level Four Wizard to level five.

Ronan didn't answer, but looked around and casually asked, "Aren't the other successors here?"

Serena nodded and said calmly, "I deliberately brought it up a little earlier, thinking that Your Majesty could see who our opponents really are."

Serena paused for a moment, then continued, "The information I gave you last time is no longer accurate; the forces under each person's command have almost all changed."

"Just like you?"

Ronan glanced at Serena and said.

Serena remained expressionless and did not answer.

The group officially set up camp on the riverbank. In reality, the Holy Grail Proof was still a long way off, and Serena's actions were as if she had taken two years to "familiarize herself with the examination room".

Ronan didn't say anything; he knew exactly what Serena was thinking.

She desperately needed to demonstrate her existence; otherwise, in this "collaboration" with the Golden Dawn Pendulum of Fate, she had almost completely lost her voice.

Although the pitiful yet stubborn Serena Princess began to try to show her "assertiveness," she still did not neglect the proper etiquette towards Ronan and his party.

Ronan and the others, including any wizard in the Pendulum of Fate, continued to enjoy the best treatment provided by Serena's side.

They hardly need to do anything each day; all their daily needs are taken care of by Serena's people.

Ronan didn't care where he was. He was nearing the end of his Level Four Wizard career. Apart from his daily meditation and final refinement of his mental power, he spent his days building the [Spiral Palace] within his body.

After advancing to the Grandmaster level in [Ascetic Body Forging], Ronan had another path to continue on the path of body tempering. The breakthrough in [Ascetic Body Forging] also caused the progress of [Secret Chrysalis] to slowly climb upward. In just two months, it increased from the original stagnant 13% to 14%.

Because of the positive effect of the curse on the [Innocent Body], Ronan set aside some time to pick up the curse spells he had previously learned and practice them every day in the Mist Space.

However, perhaps due to the low spell rank and low spell proficiency, the effect on [Innocent Body] has never been obvious.

In the third month after arriving at the Valley of Gilded Doors, a strange roar suddenly echoed through the valley, startling Ronan from his meditation.

As Ronan stepped out of the [Space] Tent, he was immediately drawn to a crimson glow that slowly swept across the valley.

It was as if a boiling lava lake was suspended high in the sky, lifted up by an invisible force, and slowly drifted across the sky.

The scorching heat descended, directly causing billowing white steam to rise from the river surface below. The damp riverbank instantly dried up and became parched, and some fragile pebbles even began to melt.

Ronan squinted and saw a tall, short-haired youth wearing rune-inlaid light armor hovering in the very center of that crimson expanse.

Behind the crimson fire cloud followed a magnificent carriage pulled by six Four-Legged Flying Dragons, and a large group of wizards, some dressed in robes and others in armor, followed closely behind.

The crimson fire cloud and the flying dragon carriage passed over Ronan and his companions. The short-haired youth in the flames and the people inside the carriage seemed to cast their gazes down, but quickly looked away indifferently.

Ronan heard that strange roar again, this time clearly, and it came from the short-haired youth in the fiery clouds.

"Dragon?!"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly as he watched the group gradually disappear into the depths of the Valley of Gilded Doors.

He had seen the dragon sorcerer Bahafves and the Tail-less Evil Dragon Gorini, and was quite sensitive to the characteristics of dragons.

He clearly sensed the aura of a legendary dragon from the short-haired youth who had just been surrounded by lava and fire clouds.

"Eremod Illynita, the Throat of the Scorching Sun, also known as the 'Red Calamity'."

Serena appeared beside Ronan at some point, also watching the group depart, her voice cool and clear.

"Eremod is the most outstanding wizarding genius of the 'Throat of the Scorching Sun' generation and has always been highly regarded."

In the last Bow of Hunting Trial, if it weren't for Juventus's appearance, he would have been the one who haunted everyone's nightmare.

"In the end, he was just a loser."

Ronan offered a cold assessment befitting his identity as "Misha".

But Serena shook her head in denial.

"If you underestimate him, you will be making a big mistake."

Serena turned and looked directly into Ronan's eyes, coldly saying, "Although Eremod was defeated by Juventus in the Trial of the Bow of Hunting, Juventus also made him who he is."

After that battle, he fully awakened the ancient Red Dragon Bloodline within him. If given more time, perhaps even Juventus wouldn't be a match for him.

"Ancient Red Dragon."

Beneath the Dawn Mask, Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. He now finally understood where the legendary dragon aura he had sensed from the short-haired youth came from.

In the current Wizard World, ancient-level bloodlines are almost the limit that ordinary wizards can reach, let alone ancient-level dragon bloodlines.

The Ancient Red Dragon was a supreme being on par with Hecalto. In some ways, Hecalto's Frost Hydra Bloodline.

Serena's words weren't entirely without merit. With the Red Dragon Bloodline and his own exceptional wizarding talent, Eremos certainly had the qualifications to challenge Juventus.

The only difference between the two might be their elemental spirit star level.

"Is this the change in the opponent's situation you were referring to?"

Ronan withdrew his gaze from the distance and spoke calmly, "If I remember correctly, the Throat of the Scorching Sun supports Senivan Alba, who you highlighted in the data as the most powerful of the six successors."

Now, Eremod's awakening makes his chances of winning even greater.

Serena pursed her lips, said nothing, and simply turned and left.

The appearance of the "Red Calamity" Eremod shattered the peace that once belonged to Ronan and his companions. In the following months, a steady stream of the Alba Family royal heirs arrived.

The second royal heir to arrive was named Gunter Alba and Eremod group, they chose to enter from the other end of the Valley of Gilded Doors.

Upon arrival, Ronan only sensed the presence of Gunter Alba and his group, followed by the panicked cries of the Four-Legged Flying Dragon.

A fierce conflict immediately erupted between Gunter Alba and Senivan Alba. The red dragon flames belonging to Eremod burned half the sky of the Valley of Gilded Doors, completely tearing away the veil of pretense surrounding this struggle for the throne.

To Ronan's surprise, despite the presence of a top-tier wizarding genius like Eremod, who possessed the Red Dragon Bloodline, Gunter Alba and his group did not seem to suffer much loss in the conflict.

Amid the roar of the red dragon, Ronan faintly heard a familiar elephant's neigh.

The two figures locked in a fierce battle stirred up most of the Gilded Door River, but by the time Ronan wanted to go and check, the battle had ended silently.

He had no choice but to give up.

"It resembles the magical style of the Tangista Empire."

Ronan caught a whiff of lingering magical energy from the battle, and a thought silently crossed his mind, "Have Tangista's forces also entered the fray?"

The fact that the struggle for the throne of the Life Empire was allowed to be interfered with by the wizards of the Tangista Empire seems quite unbelievable.

But upon closer reflection, it makes perfect sense.

Without the presence of the Level Seven Wizard Alba King, it would be strange if the White Wizard King's influence couldn't reach the Life Royal Court.

This is further linked to Edward Alba, who is supported by the Twilight Council and the Ancient Wizard Revival Society.

Ronan couldn't help but shake his head.

This struggle for the throne has truly descended into chaos, and even the Prophet Eve probably cannot predict the final outcome.

Compared to the several prominent heirs to the throne who arrived one after another with overwhelming presence, Princess Serena, who couldn't even muster a few Level Five Wizard under her command, was undoubtedly like a nobody.

Thanks to everyone's disdain for Serena, no one bothered them.

Ronan spent six peaceful months in the Valley of Gilded Doors.

As the autumn leaves paint the forests along the banks of the Gilded Door River, Ronan quietly watches a group of people bustling about in a secluded grove.

A huge magic circle pool was created, with densely packed runes engraved inside.

Several wizards dressed in the robes of the Life Royal Court were carefully pouring bottles of milky liquid into the magic circle pool. A layer of milky white liquid had already accumulated at the bottom of the pool, and it wouldn't be long before it was completely filled.

Where is Her Princess?

Ronan stood with his hands behind his back, turned his head and casually asked a witch with naturally silver hair and slightly dark skin beside him.

It was the Silver-Haired Witch who had accompanied Serena to the south back then, and even now, Ronan still didn't know her name.

"Your Highness has something to attend to. Your Princess, Golden Dawn, please feel free to give me any instructions."

The Silver-Haired Witch answered Ronan's question with neither arrogance nor servility.

Ronan nodded slightly and said nothing more.

The group of people in front of him were preparing the ritual array he needed to advance from level four to level five. In half a year, Ronan had perfected everything he did, and even the number of Primordial Spirit Writing inscriptions exceeded 100,000.

He is ready to attempt a Level 5 breakthrough at any time.

Just as everything was proceeding smoothly, a powerful mental energy fluctuation suddenly erupted from behind everyone.

This mental energy fluctuation, which is at least at the late stage of level five, was like a strong wind blowing through the forest, bringing down a flurry of golden leaves, even from a considerable distance.

"Did it come from the Princess's side?"

The Silver-Haired Witch noticed this and her expression immediately changed.

Just as I was about to greet Ronan and go check on him, I turned around and found that Ronan, who had just been standing in front of me, had vanished without a trace. Only a few leaves drifting upwards seemed to be telling the story of his departure.

"Now that I've come this far, there's no way I can give up."

Under the bleak autumn sky, terrifying spiritual pressure formed transparent ripples in the void, continuously spreading downwards and outwards.

Serena was clad in platinum armor shimmering with countless runes. She held a bow in both hands, and the powerful winds that created them blew her long golden hair, revealing a pair of eyes that were as firm and Keen Edge as arrows.

"You have to let Wolin come to me personally and tell him to take the same surname from my corpse."

As Serena spoke, she slowly drew the golden bow, and terrifying energy gathered at the tip of the arrow, forming a dazzling light.

Before her stood a man draped in a black robe and wearing a silver patterned mask, coldly looking down at her, his brows furrowed beneath the mask.

"Overestimating one's abilities."

The man in the silver patterned mask finally shook his head, snorted coldly, and thick, dark yellow tentacles, as thick as pythons, rapidly bloomed from his back and shot towards Serena in an instant.

Serena took a deep breath, her eyes resolute as she was about to release the bowstring.

Just then, a beam of energy as bright as the morning sun pierced through the layers of space, shooting straight out from behind her and instantly penetrating the body of the masked man in front of her.

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