Wizard Bloodline.

Chapter 473 The Serpent Coiled in the Sky
On the character panel, Ronan's current soul age is 48.

According to his previous life, he is now approaching the age of fame. In ordinary people, he is almost halfway through his life, but in the wizarding world, he is a young man, so young that he can even be called "naive".

The lifespan of a Dawn Wizard's soul can reach a thousand years. Any Dawn Wizard's age is measured in hundreds of years. Back then, Aurian of the Silver Ring was about the same age as him now and had already reached the third level of wizardry. He was already recognized by everyone in the faction as the number one genius.

Herams also achieved the Dawn Limit at nearly one hundred years old.

From this perspective, he seems to be even better than Herams?

"Do not."

Ronan chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I've climbed to where I am today by standing on the shoulders of so many giants. And if you include the time I spent in the Dream of Reincarnation and various trials of inheritance, I should be several thousand years old."

Shaking his head to dismiss these irrelevant thoughts, Ronan raised his hand to dispel the star ring on his right arm. With a slight thought, a cluster of flames emerged from his fingertips.

The flames were a beautiful, vibrant orange, with a hint of bewitching purple, resembling the mysterious, narrow eyes of a phoenix.

The flames gradually expanded, enveloping Ronan's entire body. Titanium flowed out like water, merging with the fire of the phoenix, gradually dyeing the flames a deep reddish-gold.

"All things are children of fire and metal, and all things return to the mother of fire and metal."

The metal vibrated with an ancient and ethereal chant, and forbidden energy emanated from Ronan's body.

Soon, all the flames and titanium converged behind Ronan, and golden clouds surged in his eyes. Tentacles of magic, as if cast from pure gold and glass, slowly descended from his body.

【Lingmaye - Forbidden Touch】!
But the spell was not over yet. After the glass tentacles, which resembled the mythical serpent of a golden kingdom, fell down, magnificent wings of gilded flames unfolded one by one from behind Ronan.

When the second forbidden spell appeared, a strange change occurred.

All the tentacles and wings, along with the indescribable phantom of the spirit Maya that appeared behind Ronan with the spell, began to slowly converge toward Ronan's arm.

Wings closed, tentacles intertwined, and countless fragments of metal and flames swirled around them.
Finally, it transformed into an exceptionally pure beam of crimson gold, which Ronan held in his hand.

It also resembled a spear with a blurred and unstable outline. At the tip of this rainbow spear, wisps of incredibly condensed, terrifying aura approaching the domain level continuously emanated.

"The fusion of two forbidden-level [Golden Flames] will allow its power to rival that of the Rule Domain level."

Ronan gazed at the indescribable, elusive crimson-gold spear in his hand, a strange light flickering in his eyes. "I underestimated the legacy of the [Golden Flame]."

He had no doubt that if the proficiency of all five inherited spells of the Golden Fire broke through to the Grandmaster level and the five spells were integrated, he would be able to easily enter the true Rule Domain Realm, which is the level close to the Grandmaster level of proficiency perfection.

To achieve this in the fusion of ice and fire, he endured nine years of torment in the fire and frost purgatory.

"The Golden Kingdom, the second Golden Kingdom legacy, we must acquire it as soon as possible."

Previously, Anglie had invited him to go to Central with Narros and reminded him that the Eye of Despair, which had been opened by the White Witch King two years ago, would soon close again, but Ronan seemed unconcerned.

However, in reality, he was more eager than anyone else.

He had too many reasons to go to the lower continent.

The legacy of the Golden Kingdom, the successor to the Ice Emperor, the lost Meteorite Wand of Herams, the materials needed to construct the inheritance magic array, and the possibility of resurrecting Moriel.

"My current strength is still some distance from the peak of Level 5. I originally planned to advance to Level 6 before setting off, but the Eye of Depths is about to close, so it seems I can only go down and look for an opportunity to break through..."

For Ronan, advancing from level five to level six wasn't actually that difficult.

The key to advancing from level five to level six is ​​to deeply deconstruct the primordial spirit, strengthen the primordial spirit, and achieve the primordial spirit Dharma body.

This requires the use of the "Energy Gathering Array". Although the resources needed to build the "Energy Gathering Array" are numerous, the materials are not particularly precious, and it is not a secret core inheritance array. It is also beneficial to choose to advance after going down. The "Energy Gathering Array" commonly used in the Central Continent may be more effective than the Energy Gathering Array that Ronan can find in the Upper Continent.

Ronan thought to himself, then casually dispelled the spell and began flying towards the center of the Quevada Oasis.

He now rightfully takes over the place where the prophet Eve once lived in seclusion.

Upon entering the ancient building dating back to the Keldim Empire, a series of hurried footsteps immediately echoed through the corridor.

A short while later, a small door on the left, near the middle, opened, and Hathaway, dressed as a cook, ran out with a look of surprise on her face.

"Master, you are back!"

For the past two years, Hathaway has been staying with him at the Cuevada Oasis.

She was mainly responsible for taking care of Ronan's daily life. Although Ronan felt that he didn't really need anyone to serve him, Hathaway was happy to do so and seemed to really enjoy this "little life" with just the two of them.

I just baked the bread.

Hathaway quickly approached Ronan, beaming with pride, her face still dusted with a bit of flour. Her culinary skills had improved rapidly over the past two years, which was probably one of the reasons Ronan allowed her to stay.

"Don't eat."

Ronan spoke casually, remaining standing still.

Hathaway seemed to sense something from his attitude, paused, and tentatively asked, "Are we... leaving?"

Ronan nodded slightly, and the joy on Hathaway's face immediately faded, replaced by a strange sense of regret and loss.

"Ok."

She carefully wiped her hands on the apron tied around her waist, and after a moment, she transformed back into the noble, elegant, and powerful level-five witch.

During the period of the demonic calamity, quite a few abyssal monsters and wizards of the Ancient Witch Resurrection Society died under Hathaway's staff.

As far as Ronan knew, Hathaway had always enjoyed considerable fame among the fifth-level wizards in the Alliance, and there were even quite a few sixth-level wizards who admired her and wanted to pursue her.

After the two left Cuevada, Ronan took out a pale blue feather, held it in his hand, and gently summoned it.

Soon, the figure of the ancient thunder eagle Oris appeared rapidly from the clouds and arrived in an instant.

"Where to, my good brother?"

As usual, Oris asked in a deep, muffled voice.

Ronan, with Hathaway on his back, replied, "The far north, leader of the Frost."

"Sit tight."

Orris took flight, soaring like a bolt of lightning through the clouds, heading straight for the far north.

On the way, Orris suddenly asked out of the blue, "Hey bro, is this one of the last few times I'll give you a ride?"

Ronan paused slightly upon hearing this, then smiled and reached out to pat Oris on the back.

Do you want to come with me?

"forget it."

Oris shook his head. "I like freedom."

The skies of the lower world are much wider, but they also hold too many unknown natural enemies.
I hate a life where I'm always running away.

"Have you been to mainland China below Sheung Wan?"

Ronan couldn't contain his curiosity, but to his surprise, Orris replied, "I was born there, and every day when I open my eyes, I see that giant serpent that's always coiled in the sky..."

"Big snake?"

Ronan blinked.

"Yes. It sleeps most of the time, but when it wakes up, it will devour anything it can see."

Everyone is its food source.
Damn it, my parents were eaten by it like that one time.

Ronan's casual question seemed to trigger Oris's memories, and it began to ramble on about its experiences in the lower levels, or perhaps the central continent.

These fragmented and chaotic accounts slowly sketched out a terrifying outline of the Central Continent before Ronan's eyes.

"Do all the wizards of the Central Continent live under the rule of a giant serpent larger than the sky?"

Ronan frowned slightly, somewhat unable to believe this fact, which was completely different from what he had imagined the Central Continent to be.

Just as he was about to ask Oris a few more questions, he suddenly felt a throbbing sensation originating from his own bloodline.

He suddenly looked down and gazed in a certain direction.

Ronan's gaze pierced through the layers of clouds, as if he saw something. His eyes flickered slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Oris, please land."

"Ok?"

(End of this chapter)