Chapter 423
The vast, Cyan Black Plain was completely covered in snow.
The Valley of Gilded Doors has always been wide open. At this moment, it seems that there are two completely different worlds inside and outside the gate—one is scorching hot summer; the other is snow-covered and the harshest winter.
As the source of all this power, Ronan, like a bright white sun, hangs high in the sky, calmly looking down at the crowd below.
He saw shock on many faces, and he saw the ancient cold current spreading upwards along the white stone pillar in the center of the plain. The Council of Elders members who stood at the top of the stone pillar and were in charge of presiding over this trial were also slightly moved.
Of course, what Ronan saw most was the countless Rule Veins of ice and frost in the world!
They lit up densely in his field of vision, and as far as the eye could see, an endless torrent of ice elements Torrent through the void toward his position, presenting a magnificent momentum like ten thousand rivers flowing into one!
This is the power of the Primordial Frost Whale Bloodline when fully unleashed!
Ronan closed his eyes, quietly savoring the feeling after advancing to level five.
Within his Consciousness Space, the original core of his spiritual power had disappeared.
Instead, there was a palm-sized, translucent white baleen whale, supported by nine shimmering points of light, swimming eternally as if immersed in invisible water, constantly radiating golden ripples.
Yuanling!
This is Ronan's primordial spirit, the Nine Star Elemental Spirit.
Ronan finally got what he wanted.
Just as they were admiring the nine shimmering points of light representing crystals within the Snow White Baleen Whale's spirit, a slight magical fluctuation suddenly came rapidly from afar.
Ronan's eyelids twitched slightly.
Then came the second and third rounds.
One after another, malevolent thoughts, some cold, some fearful, some probing, and some disdainful, rained down on Ronan like invisible arrows.
Ronan opened his eyes.
In his eyes, there were still those two quietly burning, Snowy Sun.
As Ronan watched the wizards from several other factions, who, despite his provocative words and actions, ultimately chose to unite and target him alone, Ronan revealed a satisfied smile beneath his shimmering, golden Dawn Mask.
He rushed to participate in this "Holy Grail Proof" almost immediately after completing his breakthrough.
They hadn't even carefully considered the changes after level five.
Perfect opportunity! I'll take this chance to prove my current abilities.
Honestly, even Ronan himself was very curious.
"What kind of powerful sparks will be generated when the Nine Stars Supreme Elemental Spirit combines with the Primordial Bloodline?"
"Roar--"
On the snow-covered ice plain, a burst of crimson light suddenly exploded.
With a roar like that of a dragon, Eremod's short hair danced wildly as his entire body was completely enveloped in countless streams of crimson gold fire. His dark gold eyes flashed with a red-hot light, and he emerged from the snow like a true Ancient Red Dragon, lunging straight at Ronan.
Along with Eremod came several other Level Five Wizard, also known as "The Throat of the Scorching Sun," all of whom were elite members of the Level Five Wizard class.
They coordinated perfectly, slightly spread out on either side of Eremod, their individual spells forming the Eremod wings of this Ancient Red Dragon.
However.
Ronan didn't even glance at them.
He emerged from the state of being bathed in the bright sunlight amidst the snow, his gleaming white hair and the hem of his robe fluttering as he took a light step forward.
The instant he took a step, an incredibly surging wave of ice crystals erupted in a ring beneath him.
The icy waves swept past the figure of the "Ancient Red Dragon," and the "Red Dragon" disappeared. Eremod, who was located at the center of the "Red Dragon," instantly turned into a block of ice and fell rapidly downwards. The sounds of his frantic struggle and roars could be faintly heard.
The Level Five Wizard who formed the "Red Dragon Wings" didn't even have time to react before their protective force field was torn apart, turning them into Ice Sculpture, frozen in place with expressions of utter horror still on their faces.
Ronan brushed past Eremod and his party, strolling leisurely across the ice field he had created.
The Frozen Earth Style Snow Country, once home to the "Ice Flame Iris" Lanster Family, has transformed into the ancient [Primordial Ice Capital] after the addition of the Primordial Frost Whale Bloodline!
Primordial-level frost, the meaning of primordial-level icy cold.
The bloodline of the Primordial Frost Whale allows any Ice Magic released by Ronan to carry the aura of the Frost Rule. This is a chilling aura mixed with fragments of the rule, enough to freeze most beings at the fifth level.
Countless ice flowers, ice thorns, and Ice Ring sprouted from Ronan's feet, and wherever he passed, the magnificent ice rose higher and higher, becoming more and more majestic.
The ever-rising snow piled up like ocean waves, and Ronan strolled along the crest of the wave, as if in a daze the Snow White Baleen Whale Shadow flashed past him.
A terrifying chill emanated outwards, freezing even the void, like a sea covered with floating ice. No matter where you were, a chill that penetrated deep into your soul would seep in.
Some of the wizards who participated in the trial looked at Ronan with completely different eyes and began to back away in shock.
"Hiss hiss hiss—"
At that moment, Ronan heard a snake-like voice.
He looked up and saw a tall, slender figure slowly rising into his field of vision.
He was a handsome young man holding a rapier, with a pair of extremely beautiful blue-gold eyes, his chin slightly raised, exuding an indescribable coldness and arrogance.
The handsome young man exuded powerful spiritual energy fluctuations befitting a late-stage Level Five Wizard, but his aura far surpassed that of a typical late-stage level 5 wizard. A strange power mixed with dense wind-elemental energy particles surrounded him.
Around him, whether in the void or on the snow beneath him, were traces of vacuum, as if sharp swords had pierced through it.
The handsome young man looked at Ronan with a wicked smile, then slowly slashed a deep blue "+" shaped sword mark towards Ronan.
As the sword mark gradually took shape, an extremely sharp sound, like the vibration of some kind of metal at an extremely high frequency, was emitted.
It then shot towards them at high speed, making a series of crisp, crackling sounds as it broke through the ice, leaving a deep chasm in the ice field between them. Countless forbidden arcs of light intertwined, radiating an incredibly terrifying energy fluctuation.
Ronan's eyes flickered slightly.
He sensed a unique power of rules in the sword mark left by the handsome young man, which surpassed most of the rules and spells he had ever seen, and even made him feel a slight threat and stinging sensation.
"Call--"
Ronan exhaled softly, extended his right hand horizontally, and closed his long, slender, white fingers in the air.
In an instant, a small patch of light on the ancient ice plain seemed to dim suddenly.
The boundless primordial icy power rapidly gathered in Ronan's palm, finally condensing into several exquisite snowflakes, each with a full eighteen facets, which floated lightly forward.
The first snowflake struck the deep blue sword mark, shattering it. The mark paused slightly, and the power flowing through it was greatly weakened. The handsome young man holding the sword in the distance frowned slightly.
Then came the second snowflake, the third, and the fourth.
As snowflakes, imbued with the power of the [Primordial Ice Capital], completely destroyed the deep blue sword mark, the remaining snowflakes erupted into powerful, surging ancient cold currents that swept towards the handsome young man.
The latter's expression finally changed completely, his eyes filled with deep shock. He was about to speak when he was overwhelmed by the sudden chill.
"[Scarlet Ice] ".
After dealing with the handsome young man in front of him, Ronan casually made a gesture of pulling his spear upwards.
Pieces of blood-red frost rapidly condensed in his palm, eventually transforming into a magnificent long spear that shimmered with light, resembling a piece forged from blood diamonds.
"Primordial Ice Halberd!"
Ronan casually tossed out the Bloody Ice Halberd.
The crimson frost mark vanished in the void like lightning, and the next second, a magnificent and bewitching cluster of crimson ice flowers bloomed on the snow-white ice plain.
A blond youth, clad in Platinum Armor and exuding a noble air, burst out of the ice flowers. His aura was weak, his face pale, and he gave Ronan a deep look before hastily fleeing into the distance.
Ronan strolled along, as if a giant whale was hidden beneath him, cutting through the snow and stirring up waves of white foam on the icy plain.
He continuously summoned one Ice Magic after another, accurately and quickly eliminating the wizards from other factions on the field.
Almost no wizard could escape his "hunt".
After reaching level five, Ronan's mental strength underwent another qualitative leap. With the blessing of the [[Clarity Extreme Thought]] state, his mental strength was already comparable to that of Level Six Wizard.
In addition to his Primordial Frost Whale Bloodline, it is difficult to find anyone of the same level who can be considered his opponent.
Just then, suddenly...
"Call--"
A cold wind silently blew past Ronan's ear.
Ronan abruptly stopped walking, and a nebula-like, powerful force field unfolded.
In his perception, he saw an evil shadow shaped like a dragon's wing, swiftly slicing through the layers of solid walls formed by his Star Force Field and primordial chill, heading straight for his face.
Ronan's eyes flickered slightly, and in an instant, he clasped his hands together.
A mysterious light flashed from the blue-gold whale-patterned symbol between his brows, his robes billowed, and a long, drawn-out whale cry seemed to echo from the surging cold tide.
Countless layers of overlapping white snow appeared around Ronan, colliding with the dragon-wing-shaped shadow and producing a crisp sound like ice crystals colliding.
"Bang--"
A huge crater exploded in the icy plain, and a rolling wave of cold air spread out in a ring. Ronan's figure slowly emerged from the swirling frost and mist, his gaze finally settling on a figure wearing a strange mask with black background and gold patterns.
"Ghost Flower Society."
Ronan's snow-white eyes sparkled as he recalled what Serena had told him about this power.
For some reason, at this moment, as Ronan looked at the black-robed figure standing casually in front of him, and saw those eyes that seemed to hold a strange smile, he suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity with them.
"I think I've seen you before."
Ronan spoke calmly.