Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 448 A Warm Welcome, Our King Returns

The white light drew everyone's gaze in that direction.

As the white light rapidly spread, the atmosphere on the field gradually began to become somewhat strange.

Beneath the throne of the Savage Spirit King, the Earth Lizard, which had just fought valiantly, kept making restless noises. It desperately tried to burrow into the ice below, like a dark insect trying to avoid the sunlight.

The King of the Savage Spirits gripped the reins tightly, letting out a majestic growl as he suppressed the earth lizards that were trying to retreat.

In the crowd, Ronan squinted, and through the dazzling white light, he seemed to see something.

He turned around, and Vanessa, who had been following behind him, obediently walked up and held his hand tightly.

Soon, as the white light completely dispelled the darkness over the ice field, the scene within the white light was fully revealed.

The crowd, which had been cheering and jubilant just moments before, fell completely silent, each person staring blankly in the direction from which the light was coming.

The scene before them had exceeded their knowledge and imagination, and everyone forgot the function of words.

The white-robed wizard who had been "expelled" returned, along with dozens of other figures also dressed in white robes.

Their white robes were filled with the long wind, and a faint light emanated from each of them, coalescing above the ranks to form a waving banner.

It was an embroidered pattern of a blue spiked crown, with a floating frost core in the center and three broken chain marks extending from the bottom.

Of course, what froze the crowd was not the supreme status that the pattern itself symbolized in the far north, but rather the existence behind the pattern.

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It was an incredibly enormous ancient ice dragon.

It stretches out its wings of ice crystals that blot out the sky, each scale like a meticulously carved blue diamond, and its towering spine resembles the rugged glaciers of the North.

It flew in silently, like a vast, icy cloud pressing down.

Those cold, vertical pupils, like glacial fissures, gazed down at the snowfield, their irises shimmering with a mercury-like light.

The earth lizard's mournful cry broke the stillness of the scene. It forcefully broke free of its chains and reins, disappearing into the snow.

The Barbarian King let out a furious growl, ignoring the fleeing earth lizards, he suddenly raised his warhammer and hurtled towards the direction from which the ice dragon was flying, like a black comet rising from the ground.

But the latter flew by silently, its icy blue breath covering the body of the Barbarian King, who then fell to the ground as a huge block of ice without any resistance.

The ancient ice dragon landed in the center of the crowd, its wings stirring up billowing ice dust. Every barbarian and elf touched by the ice dust felt a chill that pierced their very soul.

Driven by instinct, they knelt down, their worship and faith crumbling, their faces filled with confusion and fear.

The accompanying white-robed wizards also landed one after another. At this moment, a figure slowly emerged from the ice dust that had obscured the massive body of the ancient ice dragon.

She was a stunningly beautiful woman with hair like an icefall and countless ice flowers blooming and withering all over her body.

She has mercury eyes similar to those of the ancient ice dragon.

She descended like a deity dwelling in the ancient glaciers of the North, seemingly the true master of all this ice and snow.

Everyone stared at her in disbelief, including the wizards in white robes, who also bowed respectfully and stepped aside.

The woman strolled through the crowd until she stopped in front of a young man dressed in a black robe.

The young man stood quietly in place, showing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever regarding the woman's arrival.

He held the hand of a girl with chestnut curly hair and purple eyes, who looked at the incomparably noble and dignified woman in front of her with curiosity and bewilderment.

"You knew I was coming?"

The young man spoke in a low voice.

The woman with mercury-colored eyes shook her head. "I don't know, but I've been waiting for you."

The young man remained silent.

He simply turned around, his gaze sweeping over the faces of his companions, then smiled and said softly to the woman in front of him, "Well then, let's go."

The woman nodded, and then
This noble and majestic woman, as dignified as a deity, suddenly knelt down on one knee before the young man, bowing with one hand on his shoulder, and said, "Welcome... back to my king."

"boom--"

Thick ice dust rose once more, and amidst the rolling white waves, the vanished Primordial Ice Dragon reappeared.

The black-robed youth, holding the purple-eyed girl's hand, stepped onto the back of the ancient ice dragon. Then, under the gaze of countless eyes filled with disbelief and amidst the respectful kneeling of numerous white-robed wizards, he soared into the air and quickly disappeared into the distance.

This scene was almost eternal in the eyes of countless savage spirits present, and the night returned as the ancient ice dragon departed.

The dark night once again shrouded everything, and in the howling north wind, one could almost hear someone murmuring in their sleep.

"De Damien."

Ronan scrutinized Elsa's perfect profile without any hesitation.

Although he had examined this face countless times during the thousand-year trial of the Hyotei lineage.

I've even seen her gradually covered in wrinkles and spots, looking like a withered, rotten fruit.

Nine years, no, it should be almost ten years.

Time seems to have left no trace on Elsa's face, but compared to ten years ago, Elsa has matured a lot, and her innate leadership qualities have become even stronger.

"My king..."

Elsa suddenly turned her face, her mercury-like eyes staring directly into Ronan's eyes. "What are you looking at?"

Ronan met his gaze openly and shook his head. "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt a bit sentimental."

"What is Your Majesty lamenting?"

"I'm struck by the change in your attitude towards me."

Elsa paused for a moment, then briefly broke free from her previous rigid and almost formulaic attitude, and said in a low voice, "You don't need to be surprised. You are the new Ice Emperor, the one chosen by Ancestor Chaguscona."

The entire Northlands are your territory, and all the wizards of the Northlands will be your loyal subjects, including myself.
And thank you, Ronan.

Ronan paused for a moment, then smiled.

At this moment, Elsa finally showed some humanity. He knew what Elsa was thanking him for: the debt of gratitude she had borne for him for over a thousand years during the Ice Emperor's Legacy Trial.

What he still finds somewhat unexpected is that, judging from Elsa's words, it seems that by inheriting the mantle of Hyotei, he has also taken over the remaining forces and followers of Hyotei Chaguscona.

The white-robed wizards under the banner of the Ice Crystal Crown who had accompanied Elsa to "welcome" him were naturally from the "Frost Leaders".

The Frost Leader is the long-standing ruler of the far north and is quite powerful.

If he can successfully receive this power, it will definitely be a great help in his return to the Central Region and in dealing with the current power of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society.

Ronan's eyes flickered as he quickly thought through the situation.

What is the current situation in Sheung Wan Mainland?

A moment later, Ronan suddenly asked.

Elsa seemed to have anticipated his question and answered simply, "It's terrible."

The Ancient Witch Resurrection Society has revived its power. Like an immortal locust that has been hiding in the darkness and starving for ten thousand years, they have seen the light of day and are now frantically devouring every piece of land on the Upper Ring Continent.
As far as I know, more than two-thirds of the central region has completely fallen, and every day a large number of wizards are being assimilated, surrendered, or killed.

The remaining wizards of the Central Region huddled in their remaining territory, putting up a desperate resistance, but without a strong leader, defeat was only a matter of time.

The tentacles of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society have now spread beyond the central regions, including the far north where we are now.

In the past two years, I have killed no fewer than double digits of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society's wizards.

Ronan's eyes narrowed slightly.

He learned from Andre about the fall of the south and guessed that the situation in Sheung Wan was not optimistic, but he did not expect that the situation was ten times worse than he had imagined.

This is almost a situation where the dark tide of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society has swept across the world. The remnants of the light are teetering on the brink of collapse under the erosion of darkness, like candles in the wind, and could be completely extinguished at any moment.

"What are the Frost Leader's thoughts on all of this?"

Ronan asked. Elsa turned to look at him, her blue hair disheveled in the cold wind, her mercury eyes filled with calm and a certain determination.

That's up to you.

As the new leader of the Ice Empire, your will determines the decisions the Frost leader must make next.

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly. "Are we heading towards the Frost Leader now?"

Elsa nodded, manipulating the ancient ice dragon formed by magic beneath her to spread its wings and accelerate forward, skimming over countless glaciers and snow rivers along the way.

"It's the Frost Temple. The elders are all eager to meet you in person."

"Get ready."

Ronan remained silent, then clenched the small hand he had been holding tightly in his palm, and whispered to Vanessa, who was curiously looking down at the scenery along the way, "Hold on tight, Vanessa, don't fall."

The girl gave a soft "hmm" and leaned closer to Ronan.

Elsa turned to look at him, then at the girl, but asked nothing.

The ancient ice dragon dwells among a glacier surrounded by mountains.

It's like a giant crown sitting between heaven and earth, with jagged ice rocks forming the crown's edge, undulating mountains forming the crown's texture, and a roaring glacier flowing through the middle.

"Wait for me here for a while."

Elsa left behind a few words, abandoning Ronan and the other two, and flew towards the "pearl" embedded in the very center of the "crown"—an ancient palace standing atop the highest ice peak, which even wind and snow could not completely bury, radiating a faint light.

Ronan held Vanessa's hand, looked around, and slowly released his spiritual energy.

The current proficiency level of the [Ancient Star Meditation Method] is (Master 1230/1600).

It's still growing. Over the past nine years of dreaming experiences, Ronan has spent most of his time meditating, and often, meditation is all he can do.

The spiritual power of the mid-stage fifth level, along with the increasingly powerful stellar force field, gradually spread out, revealing a clear nebula orbiting around him.

Falling from the sky, seemingly endless snowflakes are drawn in by the force field, forming a tornado shape, and then spreading outwards.

Amidst the layers of snow-capped mountains, Ronan sensed more than one powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy.

Level 5, Level 6, Level 6
These auras were ancient and obscure, like withered hands peeking out from the cracks of a decaying ice coffin.

They approached Ronan "curiously," tentatively trying to connect with his mental energy, whispering among themselves, watching and discussing him.

"Are these all... remnants of Hyotei?"

The Frost Leader's foundation was far stronger than he had anticipated, even far surpassing that of ordinary super-large wizarding forces.

If what Elsa said is true, and he can grasp this power...
"Om-"

A sudden burst of snow-white light amidst the snowy weather, accompanied by intense magical fluctuations, interrupted Ronan's reverie.

He looked up and saw Elsa's figure reappear.

From the suddenly glowing ice and snow temple, a short, hunched old woman with long hair that looked like a decaying glacier slowly flowing beneath her feet walked slowly through the void.

"Level seven?!"

Ronan sensed the aura emanating from the old woman, and his eyes flickered.

The latter was also watching him.

On his old, decaying face, a pair of cloudy, gray-blue eyes stared intently at him.

The old woman remained silent, and around her, one wizard after another emerged from the glacier where they had been hiding.

In the blink of an eye, Ronan was surrounded by people.

They were all silhouetted against the shadows, each dressed in the wizarding attire of the Frost Leader, and each possessed a strength exceeding level five.

They all looked at Ronan, their gazes lingering on him with a mixture of longing and trepidation.

Vanessa felt a little nervous and scared under the intense gaze of these people, and couldn't help but hide behind Ronan.

Ronan gently patted the back of her hand, meeting Elsa's gaze.

He sensed the meaning in Elsa's gaze, carefully released Vanessa's hand, and let her instead clutch the corner of his robe.

"quickly."

Ronan offered a soft word of comfort.

As Vanessa's emotions gradually stabilized, Ronan turned around and calmly spread his arms, facing the many Frost Lord wizards who were casting expectant glances at him.

He seemed to be embracing this world dominated by ice and snow.

It's like a drop of water falling onto a frozen surface, causing the entire glacier to break apart.

The emanating stellar force field gradually became turbulent, and then, little by little, became surging and powerful.

"Om-"

A strange fluctuation emanated from Ronan, and a blue-gold whale-patterned mark appeared between his eyebrows.

Countless free-floating ice-type energy particles in the world converged into a river, surging towards Ronan.

Soon, he was completely melted into a burst of radiant snow light.

The world inexplicably became quiet, with only the heavy snow falling silently.

At some point, a distant and ancient whale cry suddenly rang out amidst the absolute silence of the glaciers.

The next moment, all the snowflakes in the world froze, and then...
They all rose and ascended into the air!

"Woo——"

The whale's cry rang out again, like the sound of some ancient horn.

The entire snowfield where the Frost Leader resided, the frost that had accumulated for countless millennia, was stirred and began to boil violently.

Countless glaciers roared, as if a sleeping ice giant was slowly awakening and rising to its feet.

One after another, streaks of blue-gold light emerged from the void, like surging ocean waves, rushing towards an endless destination.

at last.

Within these countless flowing blue-gold lights, an enormous, snow-white baleen whale, almost replacing the entire sky, silently emerged and slowly swam forward.

The endless frost and the immortal aurora of the far north sing and celebrate at this moment, welcoming the return of their sovereign.

The howling wind and snow blended seamlessly with the distant cry of whales as Ronan reappeared amidst the vast expanse of snow.

He rode on the back of a giant silver whale, lifted and protected by countless waves of blue and gold light, infinitely small yet infinitely dazzling, as if all the brilliance in the world had gathered on him alone.

His expression remained calm as always, yet his deep blue-gold eyes, as profound as the ocean, seemed to contain unparalleled nobility and majesty.

Magnificent, vast, ancient, and boundless.
Nine years later, Ronan once again unleashed the [Primordial Frost Pilgrimage], driven by a 4% concentration of Primordial Frost Whale bloodline, as if he had truly grasped the frost power over a region of the world.

"Is it okay?"

Ronan stood atop the snow-white baleen whale, looking down at the many Frost leader wizards who had long since lost their minds, and spoke calmly.

Time slips away silently.

In a fleeting moment, the old witch, who looked so aged that she seemed about to die without warning, suddenly burst into tears, her cloudy eyes shining like the finest blue diamonds.

She trembled, broke free from Elsa's support, and then slowly knelt down in the void.

"Welcome back, my king."

"Welcome back, my king!"

All the wizards of the Frost Leaders knelt down, worshipping Ronan with indescribable piety and excitement, repeatedly chanting the name of the Ice Emperor.

(End of this chapter)