Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 290: Four reincarnations, stars born in the spiritual sea!
Ronan and the girl settled down in the mountains.

The girl, whom he named Molly, was responsible for taking care of his food and daily life. He taught the girl how to read, identify herbs, hunt, and fight wild beasts.

He put all his energy into studying the ancient spiritual texts.

Every once in a while, the golden ladybug representing Alazan would appear in the moonlight, bringing him new spiritual patterns.

The frequency of appearance of the Black Snake Knights of the Church of the Deep Drowned is highly similar to that of the golden ladybug. Every few months they go into the mountains to search for the "canary" that escaped from the Pope for no reason.

Ronan and Molly had to keep moving deeper into the mountains and forests, getting further away from people.

Five years later, the Black Snake Knights appeared less frequently.

Ten years later, there was no trace of anyone.

After searching almost every corner of the area covered by the Church of Devotion many times, the high and mighty Pope seemed to have finally given up the idea of ​​looking for Ronan.

Time passes year after year, day and night change, and cold and heat alternate.

On a snowy winter night, Molly, who had loyally served Ronan all her life, died of old age beside the campfire.

She met the brightest dawn of her life on a breezy afternoon. He broke into her life without any warning, led her out of the mud and ignorance step by step, gave her courage, wisdom and strength, and dyed her gray and stagnant life with many brilliant and different colors.

Molly died contentedly and peacefully.

In the third year after Molly's death, Ronan finally came to the end of this life cycle.

In his last moments, Ronan saw a huge black snake swimming out of nothingness. On the back of the black snake, Sekaterin, wearing a crown and holding a scepter, looked at him coldly, just like when he left.
"Om-"

The air trembled slightly and Ronan opened his eyes.

The scene before his eyes was still the bright and clean Tower of Knowledge, with endless bookshelves occupying his entire field of vision.

The body and brain are like machines that have not been running for a long time. The gears are turning slowly and some rust marks are beginning to fall off one by one.
Finally, the sense of old age and vicissitudes in Ronan's eyes faded away, like the mud and sand in turbid water gradually sinking to the bottom, and his eyes became clear again.

"This time.. I stayed in there for eighty-five days?"

Ronan spoke in a low voice, his voice sounding a little dry and hoarse as he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"almost."

Alazan's voice rang in his ears, "During this time, I transmitted a total of 432 ancient spiritual texts to you. How many do you remember now?"

Ronan opened his character panel. Under the rune list in the skill column, densely packed ancient spiritual patterns occupied large blank spaces. There was no proficiency display. After all, these were not real runes.

The total number was four hundred and thirty-one. It was the last ancient spiritual text transmitted by Alazan. Before he had the time to fully memorize it, his life in that life had already come to an end.

"Less than half."

Ronan pondered for a moment and replied to Alazan.

He didn't want to reveal the secret that he owned the panel.

"very good already."

Alazan said in a comforting tone: "No matter how real it is, a dream is still a dream. After waking up, the things you experienced in the dream will inevitably be washed away by the tide like a beach at low tide.
You are not the first wizard to think of using the 'Reincarnation Dream' in this way. For most people, if they can retain one third of what they learned in their dreams after waking up, it is already a very good result. "

"So you knew you could do this? But you didn't remind me."

Ronan spoke calmly.

"Don't forget that you are just a beginner. Although you performed well in your first soul training, as your 'guide', I have the responsibility to ensure that you don't get lost in the reincarnation first."

Alazan replied in a serious tone.

"In this reincarnation, I saw a black snake that was so big that it could wrap around the entire world..."

Ronan raised his head, his eyes filled with a hint of confusion and reminiscence.

Alazan suddenly fell silent.

After a moment, he whispered, "Damien, you are progressing too fast in practicing the Amber Soul. Some things are beyond your reach now.
Before you fully ascend to the Dawn, do not continue to ‘dream’.”

"You're still hiding a lot of secrets from me."

As Ronan spoke, he took out some food and potions from his space ring, silently replenishing his body's energy consumption over the past three months.

When his condition was almost restored, Ronan found a relatively comfortable position to sit cross-legged, closed his eyes, and said calmly: "Go on, Alazan, I still have time."

"you"

Alazan frowned, but before he could say anything, a black dandelion petal fell gently.

In the end, all the exhortations and sincere advice can only turn into a gentle sigh.

"Hey"

Three months later, Ronan woke up from his sleep for the second time.

This time he spent an extra two months to calm his mind and sort out the impurities in his soul, and then once again asked Alazan to "enter his dream". Not surprisingly, he was strongly opposed by Alazan.

"Having entered a dream twice in a row is already a very dangerous thing. Are you really crazy if you want to continue for a third time?"

“I know my limits.”

Ronan ignited the [Golden Fire] on his soul, and wisps of golden smoke evaporated from his body, taking away some of the impurities in his soul.

"I remember I told you what kind of person I was. A long time ago, someone told me something similar to you. It was a special potion that could tear apart the soul of an ordinary wizard with two bottles. I ended up taking six bottles."

"I've met a lot of people who are as pretentious as you, and most of them are far better than you."

Alazan said coldly, "Later, they all ended their brilliant lives prematurely in endless pain and regret." "There are always exceptions, right?"

Ronan spoke calmly, "I know what you are worried about, Alazan. If I get lost and perish, my remains can be left to you."

After saying that, Ronan closed his eyes.

Four months later, Ronan woke up.

His originally clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray gauze, and his consciousness seemed a little confused, but his whole body exuded an indescribable sense of depth and heaviness from the inside out.

This time he took longer to groom himself.

The flame of [Golden Soul] burned the soul, making a "crackling" sound like burning wet firewood, and the smoke emitted from the body surface also became much more gray and black.

"Come again."

Waking up from "reincarnation" for the fourth time.

"Alazan"

Ronan called out Alazan's name in a hoarse voice, but received no response.

His eyes were cloudy and his body was curled up on the ground. Golden flames rose silently from his shoulders and back, igniting thick "gray smoke".

The heavy aura around him became stronger.

The halo of mental power seeped out of the body, presenting a thick amber color, completely distorting the surrounding void. An invisible wind arose, causing the gray books on the surrounding bookshelves to rustle.

A golden ladybug was floating quietly beside him, looking at him indifferently.

Ronan's consciousness was in a state of confusion. The memories of his four reincarnations were intertwined together, like a ball of wool that had been unravelled and crumpled, clogged his mind in a mess.

He curled up on the ground for a long time, and the golden fire continued to burn and the gray smoke continued.

A few months? Or half a year?

Finally, Ronan's eyes regained some clarity.

"Alazan"

The golden ladybug flew close to him and a cold voice sounded.

"Do you want to continue?"

Ronan silently raised himself up and leaned against the bookshelf, his breath rising and falling like muddy water being constantly stirred.

"Is it okay?"

Ronan pursed his lips and asked Alazan, or more like asking himself.

“It’s no longer necessary.”

The golden ladybug landed gently on the back of his hand, and her tone was sighed with a hint of complexity.

"The trial is over Damien."

Ronan was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised his head.

Only then did he suddenly realize that ten strange deep blue crystals, as bright as falling stars, were quietly floating beside him, surrounding him.

The surrounding scene became illusory at this moment, and a force pushed Ronan out.

Alazan's final words rang in his ears.

"After this is over, find a way to collect the materials for making the 'Sobering Potion' as soon as possible, at all costs."

"..Um."

Above the Linghu Secret Realm, several figures wearing moon-white robes appeared.

"It's almost time."

A wizard in a moon-white robe glanced at the golden hourglass in his hand that was about to run out of time and spoke softly.

The others nodded, and one of them picked up a short stick and gently tapped the air in front of them like beating a drum.

Large ripples appeared in the void, and in an instant, they spread throughout the entire Linghu space.

Soon, around the wizards in moon-white robes, some wizards wearing robes of various colors appeared.

The figures were blurry, some faces could not be seen clearly, and some had most of their bodies disappeared into nothingness, but without exception, each figure exuded a powerful aura far beyond that of ordinary dawn wizards.

Although these figures were standing randomly and randomly, they were roughly divided into three obvious gathering areas, representing the three major factions of Linghu, which were clearly distinguished from each other.

The top leaders of the three major factions were all present, and three figures in grey robes quietly emerged.

There was hardly any sense of powerful aura from these three people, yet their appearance caused all the wizards present to bow in unison, showing their superior status.

The three grey-robed men exchanged glances with each other. The grey-robed man in the lead held a rattan staff as tall as a person, his lips moving slightly, as if he was silently giving orders.

The first few wizards in moon-white robes received the order, waved their staffs, and the sound of strange spells chanting was heard.

After a few breaths, the surface of the Spirit Lake, which was as smooth and calm as a mirror in the sky, began to show ripples.

It was like invisible raindrops falling from the void, landing on the surface of the lake, and causing circles of ripples.

Gradually, in each circular ripple, "stars" lit up, some bright and some dim.

(End of this chapter)