Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 434 - 202: Different, Waste Has No Right to Join the Feast! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Chapter 434: Chapter 202: Different, Waste Has No Right to Join the Feast! (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Within the void of the Consciousness Space, three Spiritual Power Crystals spun rapidly in a triangular formation, shedding copious amounts of brilliant glimmers that converged at the triangle’s center.
A fourth crystal slowly coalesced, inside of which mysterious and complex patterns continually grew.
As the fourth crystal swelled to a certain size, "buzz—"
All four Spiritual Power Crystals in the Consciousness Space trembled at once, and in the blink of an eye, it was as if a mysterious force violently expanded outward.
"Crack crack crack—"
The pitch-black void of the Consciousness Space rapidly expanded, and the four Spiritual Power Crystals within it swelled explosively, growing to several times their original size, their color becoming even more translucent and bright, resembling four premium Golden diamonds...
"Whoosh—"
Within the dimly lit and tranquil small room, an invisible hurricane suddenly spawned, forming a large vortex of air currents.
The room’s simple furniture was slightly stirred, emitting a "whoosh" of trembling sounds.
Amidst these strange phenomena, Ronan, seated at the center of the room, quietly opened his eyes, a flash of golden light in his pupils illuminating the entire room so brightly.
Ronan slowly stood up, at this moment becoming the entire room’s source of light.
His entire person seemed to possess a certain aura; his body and Magic Robe were coated with a faint golden luminance, as if basking in the bright sunlight at all times.
"Is this the realm of a Level 3 Wizard?"
Ronan murmured softly, looking down at his own hands, the edges of his palms also glowing, making his fingers appear even more fair and elongated.
In his mind, the four pale golden Spiritual Power Crystals floated quietly.
Three of them were larger, while the fourth was a few sizes smaller, with a Seal inside shaped like Flames, but its color was an icy white pattern solidified within.
This was his fourth Soul Seal—[Ice Flame].
A legacy from the Lansite Family, and also one of the core legacy Seals of "Ice Flame Iris".
Accessing his character panel, the information now displayed after Ronan’s Strength column had become [Level 3 Official Wizard (1%)].
"Spiritual power quality has improved, it’s about ten times stronger than during the late stage of my Second-level Wizard..."
Ronan silently perceived, "I estimate... it might be comparable to the spiritual power strength of an average Intermediate Level 3 Stage Wizard."
The benefits of the second purification of spiritual power brought by the [Basic Meditation Technique] were continually manifesting, and in addition, Ronan’s soul power had also significantly increased.
The increase in soul power brought the benefit of improved spell control capability.
Soul power, spiritual power, and spells, these three relations are akin: soul power is like a person’s body, spiritual power is the strength grown from this body, and spells are the weapons.
Generally speaking, the size and strength of the body are proportional to the strength, the more strength there is, the heavier the weapon one can wield.
Previously, Ronan’s spiritual power, having undergone secondary purification, meant his "strength" was greater than Wizards of the same level, like a child born with Divine Power wielding a Giant Sword; although the strength was sufficient, due to size limitations, many delicate operations might not be feasible.
Now that he has grown into an "adult" body and wields the same weapon, everything naturally becomes effortless.
Time was pressing, it was obviously too late to temporarily learn Third Rank Magic.
Ronan casually summoned a small Ice Ball in his palm, his gaze flickered slightly, as the [Ice Flame] Seal in his Consciousness Space shimmered lightly.
In an instant, the Ice Ball in his palm silently emitted a tuft of blue-white mist, his fingers slowly closed, and the mist gradually shrank until it completely transformed into an ice-blue flame.
As the flame took shape, all the heat in the small room seemingly converged towards it, the temperature plummeted dramatically, and in just the blink of an eye, thin layers of white frost covered every wall and the floor...
"After being enhanced with [Ice Flame], the frigid power of Ice Magic has undergone a qualitative change; the legend of the Ice Flame Iris Lansite Family... This step is just the real starting point..."
Ronan slowly extinguished the Ice Flame Ice Ball in his hand, feeling a hint of marvelous insight.
He still remembered, in the dream of the legacy from Schiper, the Mechanical Heart’s Golden Country, the "Alchemist" told him, the connection between elements was more mysterious and closer than he imagined.
"You are destined to walk the path of mastering both ice and fire... the vicinity of the Golden Throne is not only surrounded by Ice Frost..."
Ronan softly recited the words the "Alchemist" had told him.
The effect of [Ice Flame] had little to do with the concept of "harmony of ice and fire," but ice frost condensed to a certain extreme indeed displayed some characteristics of flame.
Ronan felt as if he had grasped something, but like the moon’s reflection on water, with a light touch, it shattered.
"The realm of harmony between ice and fire is still far from me now; let’s take it one step at a time..."
Ronan shook his head and slowly rose to his feet.
Advancing from Level 2 to Level 3, both Ronan’s spiritual power and soul power had significantly increased, and combined with the effect of [Ice Flame], Ronan’s control and compression abilities for Frost Power were greatly improved.
This made an idea that had been lingering in his mind suddenly seem possible to realize, but whether it was feasible or not would have to be verified in real combat.
...
Claire stood in front of a mushroom-shaped hut, her lips tightly pursed, holding a flickering Communication Stone in her hand, her eyes firmly focused on a light curtain barrier that was gradually receding in the distance.
"Swish—"
The light curtain, which had been moving slowly, suddenly sped up its contraction, visibly approaching rapidly towards Claire.
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