Myriad Manifestation Traction-Primordial Frost Whale Seat! He Had Returned

The leader of the Flame Faction is dead?!

Misha and the others were deeply moved, their faces showing disbelief.

The news of the fall of a pillar of the school at the late stage of level six was kept secret for half a year, and they only found out now.

"No wonder... no wonder."

Heliodore murmured, as if making a connection to something, but now that things have come to this, it no longer matters.

At this moment, the Grand Elder of the Black Moon Faction in the sky completed his spell preparation, raised his staff high, and a tranquil black light rapidly bloomed from his hand.

This dark light, as deep as night and as vast as a mat, silently swept across the entire sky above the Spirit Lake, as if Black Night had fallen in an instant.

Where the black light passed, all light disappeared, and it seemed that the soul would also [Depravity] into it.

In the vast darkness, a silver moon quietly rose, and an aged voice echoed in the ears of every Spirit Lake Wizard.

"Everyone, leave immediately."

"The Grand Elder is buying us time and showing us the way!"

The red-robed wizard who had spoken earlier vigorously wiped the blood from his face and exclaimed with delight.

He hurriedly chanted the incantation and flew swiftly towards the bright moon in the deep, dark night.

Misha glanced at Hathaway and the other woman subconsciously, and seeing that Hathaway had already set off without saying a word, she hurriedly followed.

Almost all the Spirit Lake Wizards rushed towards the Silver Moon. Soon, some arrived at the Silver Moon's location, stood under the full moon, and excitedly turned around, shouting, "It's the exit! The safe exit! The Grand Elder opened it for us!"

"Bang!"

Before the speaker could finish speaking, his entire body suddenly exploded, and his soul, which was torn apart before he could escape, turned into large swathes of light, dissipating rapidly like fireflies in the Black Night.

All the Spirit Lake Wizards who were rushing towards the Silver Moon suddenly stopped. The light of hope froze on their faces, and before shock could even emerge from their eyes, it turned into an even more intense fear.

Under everyone's gaze, the bright silver moon, which represented the hope of escape, had its smooth, rounded edges suddenly covered with countless tiny insects.

In the blink of an eye, it was quickly devoured!

"Boom!"

The deep night was completely torn apart, and endless Black Moths poured out from the shattered magical light barrier, disappearing into the distance in silence, replaced by a cacophony and frenzy far exceeding what had come before.

The entire space of the Spirit Lake was almost entirely occupied by strange moths, and the Black Robe Wizard representing the Ancient Wizard Revival Society surrounded everyone like ghosts.

The Grand Elder, leaders of the two schools, who barely managed to maintain a Law Control shield, coughed up blood and flew back. Cersei stood at the very center of the moth swarm, with countless Black Moths constantly forming and changing shapes around her, protecting and surrounding her.

The shamans of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society began chanting repetitive incantations.

"The old is cleansed, the new day arrives."

"Mother whose wings blot out the sun, lord whose scales and powder devour the light—"

We huddled in the shadows,

Like larvae sipping rotten honey

Grant us blind wisdom,

Licking the flames of lies

The chanting grew louder and louder, mingling with the buzzing sounds of countless moths flapping their wings in the space.

The sound was persistent, vibrating in the eardrums, as if trying to drill into the depths of everyone's mind.

Cersei's sharp, high-pitched laughter was like a piercing flash of lightning on a raging sea, constantly tearing gaps in everyone's will.

Madness, twisted, depravity

A terrifying atmosphere, as if the end of the world had arrived, spread rapidly throughout the area. The Spirit Lake Wizard, unable to bear the indescribable torment, roared madly and charged into the swarm of moths, disappearing in an instant like an insignificant wave being swallowed by the rolling black tide.

The black-robed members of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society, with indifferent and cold eyes, slowly tightened their encirclement.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.

The leaders of the Black Moon and Deep Sea factions wore sorrowful, bowed faces; their comrades were twisted and driven to madness; the unwilling fought desperately to the death; and the collapsing were numb and gradually succumbed to [Depravity].

Misha stood blankly in the chaotic battlefield, scenes flashing before his eyes.

An unprecedented sense of despair and helplessness quickly arose from the bottom of his heart.

"Spirit Lake is completely finished."

He murmured to himself.

Just then, a sliver of pure white light suddenly tore a crack in the murky dome.

Scattered ice flowers, carrying a rolling cold wave, rushed in through the gap.

Amidst a majestic low roar, an enormous, magnificent, and ferocious ice dragon spread its sky-covering ice crystal wings and soared out.

On the back of the ice dragon sat a thorn throne carved from Cold Stone.

He sat upright and imposing, his figure tall and imposing.

The frenzy, noise, and fighting that filled the chaotic scene seemed to be temporarily frozen by this sudden chill, and everything became eerily calm.

Everyone instinctively looked up, staring blankly at the Primordial Ice Dragon that had suddenly entered the arena, and the figure on the throne on the ice dragon's back.

In the silence, a dazzling light suddenly shone in Hathaway's turquoise eyes. She quickly took a few steps forward, her eyes fixed on the figure on the throne.

Her eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed, like a young girl finally meeting her idol, her breath quickening with anticipation.

"It's him! He's finally back!"

"Who is he?"

Misha, standing to the side, unconsciously spoke up.

Hathaway turned to look at him, and surprisingly, there was no belittling, mockery, or disdain; instead, she smiled radiantly.

She leaned closer to Misha and whispered in his ear with a coquettish laugh.

"Who is he?

Isn't he you?

Misha Tirions.

"Well"

Misha was stunned for a moment, before he could react to Hathaway's meaningful teasing.

At this moment, Cersei, in the center of the battlefield, was already screaming as she drove countless moths toward the Primordial Ice Dragon.

But then, on the back of the ice dragon, the imposing figure on the Cold Stone Throne quietly rose.

Strange fluctuations emanated from it, and invisible, transparent ripples swept rapidly across the entire Spirit Lake.

In a daze, everyone present seemed to hear the sound of something extremely large and heavy slowly rolling.

The sound came from overhead, as if an indescribably huge meteorite was spinning in the void, bringing with it the ancient frost accumulated over countless years.

Everyone's heart and soul seemed to be frozen by the cold, so heavy and oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

The next moment, endless frost rapidly surged around the figure, then extended upwards like piled snow, forming a mysterious and profound frost passage that seemed to connect to the eternal starry sky.

"[Myriad Manifestation Traction - Primordial. Frost Whale Constellation]!"

As a calm and detached voice rang out, a Snow White Baleen Whale, as bright as a blazing meteor, swam down through the icy tunnel that stretched across the sky, whistling softly.

In an instant, a vast expanse of icy air poured down, freezing the entire Spirit Lake, its countless Black Moths fluttering and wriggling, and Cersei surrounded by them, as if a painting had suddenly frozen in time, eternally preserved.

A snow-white baleen whale, like an ice meteorite, struck the frozen Cersei. Its blazing white light obscured everything, and as the light radiated across the frozen "painting," it began to "burn."

The snow-white frost flames possess incredible power, igniting everything, and one after another, Black Moths turned into ice dust and dissipated in the "flames".

The blazing white "flames" instantly spread across the entire Spirit Lake, and the light of the spell illuminated faces that were either shocked, stunned, or incredulous.

Misha stood there, stunned, as if the scene before her had completely captivated her.

With a smile on her face, Hathaway intertwined her fingers behind her back, gazing intently up at the figure standing on the back of the ice dragon, surrounded and worshipped by countless frost crystals. All her hard shells were shed, leaving only indescribable tenderness, adoration, and infatuation on her face.

Heliodore's eyes were red, and he tightly hugged the Silver Coin in his arms, repeatedly muttering, "Silver Coin... Silver Coin, can you see it?"

"That kid didn't die after all! He's back! He's back!"

Silver Coin let out a soft "meow," as if responding to Heliodore's rambling.

"Elsa, how much longer until they arrive?"

Ronan asked Elsa in a low voice as she transformed into the form of Primordial Ice Dragon.

This is a combination of her Primordial Ice Dragon Bloodline and powerful Ice Magic skills, which allows her to simulate the form of Primordial Ice Dragon for a short period of time and unleash incredible frost power.

But in this world, apart from Ronan, there is probably no one else who can ride this ice dragon like a mount.

"It will probably take several more days."

Elsa's consciousness responded in my mind.

"Then you're in charge of clearing out the rest of the people on the field; I'll handle that myself."

Ronan narrowed his eyes, staring at the still-fissing ball of white light before him, and gave a calm instruction.

The ice dragon beneath their feet responded with a long roar, flapped its wings and took flight, exhaling deep blue breath. Like a grim reaper, it swam through the arena, swiftly chasing and sweeping away the Black Robe Wizard of the Ancient Wizard Revival Society.

The aftereffects of the spell he had just cast still lingered in his chest, and every inch of his bones, engraved with the Primordial Frost Whale pattern, was vibrating slightly and burning hot.

Ronan savored the secret technique he had just used, and many flashes of inspiration and insights passed through his mind.

[Myriad Manifestation Traction - Primordial Frost Whale Constellation]!

This secret technique did not originate from Ice Emperor's legacy, but was created by him after his Master Level proficiency in the [Primordial Star Meditation Technique] exceeded 1,500, and his [Sense Stars] ability increased accordingly. He combined this with the legacy of Helamus and created it himself.

Helamus's meteor spell lacks a crucial inheritance, so he still cannot Summon Meteor from the sky. However, just like Ronan's idea of using [Forbidden Black Hole] to replace meteors, he can still achieve a similar effect by condensing the ancient-level freezing cold brought by the Primordial Frost Whale Bloodline outside the void and then summoning it down.

This was his first attempt, and he expected the power to be even better.

It is almost comparable to the [Eclipse of All Suns] that was used in the Fire Leaving Realm, which is the level between the second and third realms of the Forbidden Law Domain.

Of course, this secret technique may not be outstanding in terms of understanding and application of the power of rules. The reason it is so powerful is mainly because Ronan's mental strength is now more than ten times stronger than it was nine years ago, and the concentration of the Primordial Frost Whale Bloodline has also increased from one percent to four percent.

The terrifying chill brought by the Frost Whale Meteorfall froze everything. The Primordial-level frost later evolved into an effect similar to "Frostburn." Under this terrifying magical power, it seemed that everything would be destroyed.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, at the very center of the Frost Whale Meteorfall eruption, a shrill scream tore through layers of blazing white ice flames, and blackish-gray liquid poured out, from which a figure rushed out quickly.

At this moment, Cersei was covered in Black Moths, and white flames and ice shards of the moths kept falling from her body.

When the remnants of the spell had mostly fallen away, it became clear that she was wearing a strange suit of armor made of countless moths intertwined and mating. Behind her were huge, blackish-gray moth wings spread out, seemingly covered with densely packed oval mouthparts and eyes, each mouth growing fine serrations and long, fine hairs.

Evil, bizarre, ugly, and creepy, yet it also presents a strange and twisted beauty.

Compared to nine years ago, Cersei has changed too much in both appearance and strength.

Ronan looked at her calmly. Cersei's escape was within his expectations; he never thought a spell could end it.

Nine years ago, Cersei was already close to the late stage of level six. Now, she has become even more powerful, and the abilities she possesses have become increasingly evil and unpredictable.

"You're still alive?"

Cersei's moth wings fluttered slightly behind her, and her face, which had lost its original healthy and wild aura and become completely ordinary, even ugly, looked at Ronan with deep surprise.

Her personality also changed.

Nine years ago, she was just paranoid and would occasionally go crazy, but now, the way she looks at me seems to be constantly on the edge of rationality and madness.

"It's so good that you're still alive."

Cersei's bluish-gold eyes faded, revealing a dark gray that stared intently at Ronan. She extended her long, forked tongue and lightly licked her lips, saying with a smile, "Jovan will be very happy to hear this news."

Juventus.

Ronan's eyes flickered when he heard the name again, then he calmly said, "He allows you to call him that so affectionately, it seems your relationship has taken a step further."

Cersei's face lit up with a bright smile, but she froze at Ronan's next words.

"It's a pity."

Ronan glanced at her indifferently and said, "Judging from your current appearance, I don't know if he truly loves you."

Or is it that they're only being insincere with you for some other purpose?

Ronan's words and gaze seemed to pierce something deep within Cersei's heart. Her face suddenly contorted and went berserk, and she screamed shrilly, "Shut up! You deserve to die! You should die right now!"

Cersei shrieked and pounced on Ronan like a terrifying, gray wind.

Ronan remained expressionless as he quietly stepped back, simultaneously raising his right hand and Itai to rapidly emerge from beneath his robes and condense behind him.

Ronan gripped the Itai his backhand and raised it upwards, as if slowly drawing a long sword forged from dark gold from his own spine.

"Lingmo...yes—"

Ronan suddenly swept his sword forward, splashing out a dense, dark golden light.

In an instant, endless flame particles erupted from the raging frost energy remaining in the void, like Torrent of lava.

In the blink of an eye, a vast and magnificent Golden Cloud Sea appeared above the entire Spirit Lake Secret Realm.

As Ronan swung his Itai Dragon Bone Long Sword, it extended infinitely, each of its metal spines colliding and vibrating with a fiery, metallic hymn.

The Dragon Bone Long Sword instantly connected with the sky, and in the thick and magnificent Golden Cloud Sea, boundless energy erupted, and an indescribable, enormous black shadow was drawn down by it.

Fire!

A blazing fire!

A fire where gold and orange intertwine!

The fire that never dies!

Ronan's eyes subtly shifted from azure to a bewitching orange-red, and wherever his gaze fell, the void transformed into a raging sea of fire!

He needs an opponent to verify what he has gained from more than nine years of cultivation.

At the moment.

Cersei is the perfect target!