Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 455 The Realm of Rules, Juventus, Ancient Sounds, Flower of Time and Brass Watch

As Ronan whispered, the red and blue flames of the cold wave, which had been clearly separated from the sky, began to merge eerily.

It's like two torrents colliding, creating a whirlpool in the middle.

An indescribable, terrifying aura emanated from the center of the vortex.

Ronan looked up at the sky and quietly watched as "snowflakes" fell from the bottom of the vortex.

The snowflakes were gray and irregularly fluffy, like ashes scattered by the wind after being burned.

As the first ash-like snowflake gently drifted down onto the eerie crimson thread that was rapidly spreading in the void, the thread began to burn.

As snowflakes fell, smoky gray flames instantly spread across the entire red silken net, and then rapidly flared up towards Cersei.

The gray flames instantly climbed up the flesh and blood scales at the end of the silk threads, turning the entire scales into an ashes-like color.

Cersei's cruelty and cold smile froze on her face, then she flew backward at an incredible speed, her eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

Even at her extreme speed, she inevitably got stained with the falling ashes and snowflakes.

"No!"

The enormous human-faced moth's physical form was instantly ignited by flames and collapsed rapidly before the naked eye could see.

Cersei's body was also engulfed in ash-gray flames. At first, the ash-gray snow only left one scorching mark after another on her face, but as the snowflakes accumulated more and more, she was soon completely ignited by the flames.

Cersei's expression contorted, as did her body, as if she desperately wanted to break free from the terrifying power that enveloped and bound her, but she couldn't escape it no matter what she did.

Ronan reached out and gently caught a "snowflake".

The "snowflake" landed in his palm without burning or melting; it remained still, like a piece of burnt-out ashes.

The sky had now turned into a chaotic gray, and Ronan walked towards Cersei through the swirling gray snow.

"Is it painful?"

Ronan gazed at Cersei, who was silently burning and shrinking within the gentle, smoky-gray flames, and said softly, "I endured this kind of pain for nine long years in the Land of Fire."

"No! This is impossible!!"

Cersei's throat sounded as if it were being burned by flames or frozen by ice and snow, emitting an unusually hoarse and dry scream.

Her face was contorted, and her eyes were filled with a complex mix of disbelief, shock, and terror as she looked at Ronan.

"A domain of rules? You haven't even fully comprehended the power of a single magical rule, how could you possibly create a domain of rules!"

Rules domain?

Ronan's eyes flickered, but before he could try to extract more information from Cersei, she let out a piercing scream.

Ash-gray flames spread across her entire body, her body, and the human-faced moth avatar behind her, all turning to ash like burnt-through paper.

Countless moths flew out from Cersei's chest, which was scorched by the ashen fire, and then quickly perished.

It's like a rotting mushroom suddenly bursting open at the end of its life, releasing countless spores.

In "Ashes of Snow," Cersei dies faster than a piece of paper burning out in a great fire.

Within the suddenly exploding cloud of murky smoke, Ronan seemed to glimpse a sinister, eerie woman's face covered in moth-like markings.

When he came to his senses, everything about Cersei had vanished in the gray flames, leaving only a delicate little woman's ring.

Ronan reached out and grabbed the ring, seeing clearly that a small gray moth was cast on the black band, so lifelike that it seemed about to come to life and fly away at any moment.

"Space Ring"

Ronan's eyes flickered slightly; this was undoubtedly Cersei's personal storage ring.

She even left behind the ring, which suggests that she is completely dead. Ronan witnessed firsthand how the gray flames, a fusion of ice and fire, burned her soul and body to ashes.

The power of [Ash Snow] was even more terrifying than he had anticipated; even a late-stage level six being like Cersei could not resist it.

But Ronan was actually more interested in the information about the "rules of the realm" that Cersei left behind than the spatial ring she left behind.

As the daughter of the White Witch King, Cersei clearly understood the specific boundaries of forbidden magical realms better than he did. Unfortunately, she died before he could get anything out of her.

"Ask Elsa later; she has the Frost Leader's Grand Elder behind her, so she should know quite a bit."

Ronan put away the ring and then quickly flew off in one direction.

The landing point of non-directional spatial teleportation is full of randomness, and the unfixed spatial tunnel is also constantly changing.

To return to Linghu Lake, he would have to take another detour.

"This location is probably the closest to that entrance."

Ronan returned to the entrance where he first entered the Spirit Lake, quickly passing through the shaded valley to reach the entrance.

The treant guard named Tataka Jimuli who stood watch at the foot of Mount Tataka is now just a corpse, gnawed and hollowed out by something unknown.

Ronan flicked a flame with his finger, watching the hollow, withered banyan tree burn into a pile of black charcoal under the flames, then silently opened the entrance and stepped inside.

When he re-entered the Spirit Lake, his figure appeared in the sky above the lake.

The vast Spirit Lake suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and countless gazes unconsciously focused on him. Ronan calmly looked around and finally landed on Elsa.

"Elsa, don't damage the body, I have a use for it."

Ronan spoke softly, then raised his right hand and gently drew a dark golden line in the air.

The dark gold threads instantly expanded into a torrent of dark metal, splitting into dozens of streams that lunged ferociously in different directions like serpents.

The ancient ice dragon's low growl echoed Ronan's words.

Once the last wizard from the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society was eliminated, Ronan took a step forward and slowly landed in front of the two gray-robed men.

"The Three Pagodas are above."

The gray-robed man at the head of the group had a pair of deep, tranquil eyes like a black moon, though those eyes were now filled with a complex and indescribable expression.

Ronan responded with the gesture of respect from the Lake of Souls, and the latter looked at him and said in a low voice, "The prophet left something for you."

Ronan paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

A translucent black moth flapped its wings rapidly, traversing through layers of space.

Finally, it arrived at a space shrouded in darkness.

This space was empty except for a tall, spiraling tower.

At the top of the tower, a huge purple black hole floats, emanating an indescribable aura of terror and oppression.

The moth's wings were ignited by gray flames and burned constantly.

The moth's head revealed Cersei's anxious and terrified face.

The moth rushed toward the purple black hole, but was blocked at the edge of the black hole by a terrifying field that seemed capable of crushing everything.

Through the distorted field, one can see eight purple orbs of light, resembling miniature stars, floating at the center of the black hole. In the very center of each orb, a blurry figure with indistinct features sits quietly in meditation.

Before the figure, there seemed to be a golden sun that was constantly undergoing fission.

"Juventus! Juventus!"

Cersei, across the abyss, kept calling out the name of the figure in the center of the black hole, like a girl sobbing and pounding on a windowpane. "I'm dying, Juventus! Can you hear me?"

The gray flames on Cersei's body were still burning, and half of her wings had been burned away.

She cried and shouted around the area, but the people in the center remained unmoved, seemingly not hearing her cries.

Finally, when only about a third of the moth's body remained, Cersei finally despaired completely.

With a final, lingering look, she gazed deeply into the purple black hole before flapping her wings and disappearing into the void.

After the moths left, the figure sitting cross-legged in the center of the purple black hole slowly opened its eyes.

Those eyes, now completely deep purple, seemed to contain countless runes that appeared and disappeared simultaneously, like countless stars twinkling.

Juventus glanced briefly in the direction Cersei had left, then turned away indifferently.

He took a slight breath, and the eight different sets of magical artifacts floating around him put on him one by one.

When the eight pieces of clothing are worn in full, each piece echoes the others, and the solidified nebula within them flows and connects, as if an entire starry sky is draped over one's body.

Juventus's long, flowing hair, cascading over his shoulders and shimmering with a purple gradient, rose without wind. He stretched out his hands and slowly grasped a golden hammer, radiating a dazzling light, in the center of his chest.

The countless runes on the golden warhammer suddenly lit up, and the power of lightning and fire erupted like countless volcanoes erupting at the same time, but it was gradually suppressed by the purple star sea flowing from Juventus's hand.
"Shh-"

Silently, a burning gray moth rushed into the space.

The sky above this space was also dominated by heavy black, beneath which lay countless twisted crimson hues.

It's like the exposed blood vessels in space, all connected to a "heart" at the very center.

As the moth entered the space, the "blood vessels" all gave way, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the "heart".

In the thick interplay of black and red, a broad, masculine hand reached out and gently caught the nearly burnt-out moth.

The burning gray from the moth landed in the man's palm. The man, whose body was connected to countless twisted blood-red lights, slowly raised his head, revealing a strange and eerie face covered with countless protruding veins and runes.

"Rules of the Realm."

"Which level seven officer injured you like this?"

The man spoke in a low voice.

The moth that landed on the man's palm opened its mouth, but before it could utter a word, the smoky gray flames had already completely engulfed it.

She burned completely, leaving nothing behind, not even a speck of ash.

Even if you arrive half a breath earlier, even if you arrive a little earlier...

"Cersei...Cersei"

The man's voice trembled slightly, and black liquid flowed from the eight thumb-sized blood holes on his face, which were connected by countless veins and lines.

"Roar--"

The man clenched his right hand tightly, and countless twisted, blood-red lights exploded all around him.

The space trembled, and countless platinum and black patterns appeared in the void, spreading outwards like a tide.

Just then, a chilling voice drifted over.

"If you want to completely get rid of blood deficiency, you'd better do nothing at this time."

Once the ceremony is complete, you'll have plenty of opportunities to avenge her.

In the void, the dense patterns of platinum and black flickered like the contraction and relaxation of a pulse.

The man fell silent, as if pondering the warning from the voice.

A moment later, the countless patterns disappeared, and the man quietly looked up at a certain spot in the void.

The space at that location suddenly cracked open, and a figure stumbled and fell out.

The man opened his mouth and spat out a writhing piece of black flesh. The flesh struck the figure and took deep root in his brow like a seed, instantly growing numerous blood vessels that implanted there.

The figure screamed, as if struck by immense pain, and immediately curled up into a ball, clutching its head tightly.

From this day forward.

The man spoke in a low voice, "You will take Cersei's place... Reedson."

The latter, enduring excruciating pain, knelt in mid-air, trembling violently, his face alternating between pain and ecstasy.

"Thank you very much, Father."

The man lowered his face and entered a state of seclusion once more.

In the vast space, only one figure repeatedly performed the act of kneeling and kowtowing, constantly murmuring, "Thank you, Father, thank you, Father."

Ronan sat in a gray room, the walls of which were as smooth as polished mirrors, yet they did not reflect his image.

His gaze fell on three items on the long table in front of him, his expression indescribable.

Ronan only just learned that the prophet Eve had died in the first year of her fall into the realm of fire, along with almost all the elite wizards of level four or above on the Pendulum of Fate.

The Grand Elder of the Spirit Lake did not know the specific reason, but the prophet Eve left them a message before she died, instructing them to give three things to Ronan.

This is also a key reason why Black Moon and the Grand Elder of the Deep Sea School did not show too much surprise after meeting Ronan.

They already knew that Ronan had not perished.

"Many ancient pronunciations."

Ronan whispered a few words.

This was the first thing the prophet Eve left for herself—the contents of a note.

Does it represent a silent corridor?

Ancient Sounds was the name of an ancient sorcerer faction located in the Silent Corridor, which had long since disappeared. It was in the Silent Corridor that Ronan ascended to the Dawn.

Ronan looked at the three words "Gu Yinduo" clearly written on the note, his eyes flickered slightly, as if he had made a connection to something, and slowly put the note down.

Based on his understanding of the prophet Eve, although she was a prophetic wizard who always liked to be a riddle teller, the instructions she gave were never complicated. He only needed to go to the Silent Corridor and find the ruins of Guyindo to verify his guess.

The second thing left by the prophet Eve was an ordinary box containing a plant seed that looked like a shriveled broad bean.

The box is labeled with the name of the seeds—Flower of Time.

But when Ronan asked Arahan in his mind, the reply was: "I remember there are no fewer than a hundred potion seeds that match this thing, so I can't be sure which one it is."

However, I have never heard of a plant called "sometimes flower".

In ancient times, there was a wizarding organization called the 'Sands of Time,' which specialized in time-based magic and was incredibly mysterious. Perhaps this is something they left behind?

Even Arazan couldn't be sure.

The last item was an old brass pocket watch.

There were no pointers, and the internal workings seemed to have long since ceased functioning.

If Ronan could still find some clues in the first two items, he was completely baffled by this last item: a broken brass pocket watch without hands.

(End of this chapter)