Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 486 - 223: The End? Not Yet!

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Under an overwhelming pressure akin to a capsizing ocean, his heart had nearly stopped beating.

The Bloodline Crystal, lodged like a nail in his heart valve, quietly shattered as its fragments rapidly merged into his body.

At that moment, it was as if time had stopped.

In a daze, Ronan felt he had once again returned to the dream he experienced when he first transplanted the "Hekarter" Bloodline.

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An endless snowfield, raging wind and snow, it was a world completely belonging to ice and snow.

He stood atop a steep snow-covered peak, looking up to see a series of crimson suns and moons behind the hazy snow.

They were His eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of "Red Suns" magnified swiftly, and an ancient serpent’s head, larger than a towering iceberg, broke through the layers of frost, quietly approaching Ronan, silently watching him.

Compared to Him, Ronan was as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Yet at this moment, Ronan was exceptionally calm.

He gazed fixedly at Him, as if he had forgotten why he came here in the first place.

Who knows how much time passed, Ronan slowly reached out his hand.

Fingertips touched the snake scales on the serpent’s forehead, resembling the ancient glacier’s veins.

He saw that on one of the scales, a complex and exquisite blood-red rune pattern, like a snowflake, was growing.

He gently caressed the pattern, speaking softly.

"How beautiful..."

In the next moment, the entire world of falling snow before his eyes...

paused, stopped.

Then began to rise...

Until it boiled!

.......

In the vast hills of the Ancient Fairy City Ruins, the world was completely silent.

The swirling vortex-like energy light flow in the sky, resembling countless evening glows, had somehow dissipated entirely.

The whole sky took on an unprecedented clarity and brightness.

Selena’s arrow seemed to have cleansed the heaven and earth. freёweɓnovel_com

"It’s over..."

Under the slowly receding golden light like a tide, someone murmured softly.

No one doubted what the outcome of this battle would be.

An entire set of Dawn Rank Magic Tool set enhancements, an awe-inspiring tenth Spiritual Power Crystal, and an arrow that could pierce through the mist and shatter dawn...

Selena’s strength was beyond measurement by conventional Mist Rank combat standards.

Perhaps, as some had said, this so-called contest of geniuses, for the Central Wizard Empire’s prodigious daughter Selena, was merely a "game."

Only when all the top geniuses of the Southern Wizard World were combined could they perhaps warrant her getting even slightly "serious."

Many Southern wizards remained silent, sinking into an inexplicable mix of regret and complexity.

They had witnessed a genius wizard gifted to the South, Ronan Damien, rising explosively like a comet—a once-in-a-generation genius who ignited a bloody battle, only a step away from completing it and gaining an inheritance, ultimately being suppressed by Selena.

To some extent, this was a huge setback for their Southern Wizard World.

"If... if Ronan Damien had been given more time, equal to Selena in spiritual cultivation, the outcome of this battle..."

Someone spoke with an unyielding tone, unable to finish their sentence, while the people around just shook their heads.

In this world, there were rarely any "ifs."

But regardless, in this contest for the seat of genius, Ronan Damien’s name was enough to be recorded in the annals of the South, remembered by countless people for years to come.

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"Clements..."

"Do you think... Damien is... still alive?"

Amidst the crowd, the members of the Silver Magic Ring stood silently, with someone turning to Clements with a dazed expression, asking.

In Clements’ eyes surged a nameless emotion, his lips tightly sealed, offering no response.

Across the vast expanse of space, Clements couldn’t see through the residual ripples of Magic Energy on the central platform, yet a voice in his mind repeatedly told him

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Someone like him couldn’t possibly die here!

...

"Damien must be fine..."

From a vantage point closer to the platform, Harvey spoke in a deep voice, comforting the nearby Orian with reassuring words.

"I’ve looked into Selena’s background. Though she is the Princess of the Central Wizard Empire Life Court, she was born in the South...

Coming to the South was already part of her plan to recruit Southern geniuses to strengthen her line of force...

Damien had shown enough promise that Selena wouldn’t even think of killing him. If it was just for the inheritance, she would have had countless opportunities earlier..."

With a sigh, Harvey continued in a low voice, "This battle was ultimately always without suspense.

But Damien has already proved himself; he was deservedly the Genius Chief of this generation...."

All the members of the Blue Mist Society around him nodded in agreement, showing genuine admiration and awe on their faces.

Yes, the strongest inheritors of the three major wizard forces in the South—Adam, Li Weiqi, and Andriel—almost all had fallen to Ronan’s hands.

If not for Selena’s appearance, Ronan would have been the Genius Chief of this generation, and even more exceptional among the previous chiefs.

Selena was an existence that "defied the rules," and sooner or later she would leave the South and return to the Life Court in the Central Wizard Empire.

Once Selena left, only the legend of Ronan Damien would remain in the South.

Listening to Harvey and the others sigh lightly, Orian quietly cast his gaze toward the Void beside them.

He saw the figures of Jupiter, Lufer, Andriel... those he once saw as targets to pursue or opponents.

"Ronan Damien..."

Orian softly murmured the name, a trace of trance in his eyes.

Until now, Orian could hardly believe that the person he once thought was always trailing behind him had somehow, at some point, become a celestial star, requiring him and those around him to look up in awe.

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At the Life Court, the wizards of the Life Court were unsurprised by the result of this battle.

However, Grace appeared clearly tense for a moment but quickly relaxed amid a few whispers from the Silver-haired Witch beside her, her gaze shifting from worry to a faint complexity.

Above everyone’s heads, Molli’er yawned as she rose from the Red Lotus Staff, which served as a swinging chair.

She squinted, scrutinizing Selena’s direction, making a fist-clenching motion as if ready to engage at any moment.

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It was over.

The thought floated through nearly everyone’s mind.

Selena’s arrow had definitively put an end to this grand event.

Wizards awaiting the final "closing" phase began to discuss this gathering’s various happenings, the buzz gradually growing louder until even the Dawn Rank wizards who had been hiding in the Void silently watching, began to slowly reveal themselves, observing the final curtain of this centennial contest for the throne.

Amidst this clamor, a gray-haired, green-eyed figure stood with a smile on his lips.

"Truly an unforgettable experience..."

Lin Disi clapped, softly marveling, "It’s been hundreds of years since I last saw a storyline this exciting..."

A Black Robe appeared silently behind him.

Then a second, a third, a fourth...

As Lin Disi clapped with admiration, figures emerged behind him like ghosts.

A group of shadowy figures appeared in the crowd, bizarre yet unnoticed by those nearby, as if they existed in another spatial dimension.

Suddenly, high above in the sky, a figure of a Black Robed old woman seemed to sense something.

She abruptly lowered her gaze, casting an eagle-sharp look.

This gaze eventually locked onto Lin Disi, who smiled back at her.

In the "rumble," the space between the two seemed to be constantly collapsing.

"Dolu, it’s almost our turn to take the stage..."

Lin Disi watched the slowly rising Black Robed old woman, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile as he spoke softly, "Are you... ready?"

Lin Disi raised one hand, about to strike under the cold, indifferent gaze of the Black Robed old woman he was locked in a stare with.

But just then, a strange wave caught their joint attention, and they simultaneously looked in the same direction.

Unknowingly, the vast Ancient Fairy City Ruins had entered an absolute silence; the previously noisy sounds inexplicably vanished.

The world was frighteningly quiet, as if all the air had stopped flowing.

Everyone seemed to sense something, looking collectively toward a piece of sky.

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It was the sky directly above the central platform.

In what had been a clear, blue sky, countless dark red lightning bolts, like tree branches and spider webs, spread out at some unknown time.

They densely occupied nearly half of the sky.

The sky rapidly darkened as massive dark clouds rolled in, temperatures plummeting... the entire scope of the Ancient Fairy City Ruins, as though abruptly from late autumn, entered a deep winter season.

A dark red point slowly descended from the sky.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a myriad of points.

They were snowflakes, exquisitely beautiful, as ancient and complex artifacts, yet dark red in color.

As if... drenched in blood.

Everyone looked up, dazedly witnessing this scene of eerie mystery, which bore an inexplicable beauty similar to the waning of countless lives, completely losing their words.

A kind of indescribable atmosphere of uneasiness descended from the sky, covering the entire area.

In this extreme cold and deadly silence, a basso voice interwoven from two tones sounded between heaven and earth——

"Selena, our battle... is not over yet."

At that moment, everyone’s eyes seemed to lose focus, as if they saw—the stage that was about to mark the end of the grand event suddenly had a pair of large hands thrust out, grabbing the slowly descending curtain, and then vigorously... tearing it open to the sides!

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