Bloodline of the Wizard Chapter 457

Thinking about it another way, if he had someone chasing him for two whole years and couldn’t fight back, he’d probably be grinding his teeth down to powder, feeling like spitting blood.

The second round of ranking battles ended at noon on the seventh day.

As winter approached, snow might fall, and the sky over the Ancient Fairy City Ruins Plain was filled with rolling dark clouds, dim and heavy, as if something was about to press down.

There were eight Stone Pillars that remained lit, and Ronan suddenly opened his eyes on one of them.

In his clear blue eyes, there seemed to be a faint flash of golden light belonging to rune patterns.

"Still a bit short..."

Ronan scrutinized his Consciousness Space; after defeating the Secret Power Workshop’s Wizard Farlin, his fifth Spiritual Power Crystal had completely formed, and the strength progress on his character panel had already advanced to [Level 3 Official Wizard (21%)].

He spent three days engraving the [Golden Decree] rune from "Schiper" onto these five Spiritual Power Crystals, an operation of temporarily refining the Soul Seal during a battle that probably only he could perform.

In three days, the [Schiper’s Golden Decree] Seal was just one-fifth away from being fully refined successfully. For now, with the lowest spiritual cultivation among everyone, any temporary increase in combat power was beneficial...

Ronan scanned the field, where besides himself, the remaining seven were Selena from the Life Court, Adam from Spiritual Power Dawn, Li Weiqi from Chaos Secret Society, Wenules from Giant Stone Peak, Awaki the Ancient Spirit Witch, Angelie, and a Fire Element Wizard from a group called "Red Flame Oath."

After two rounds of ranking battles, those who still retained a seat were no simple characters.

Even among them, the seemingly "weakest" Fire Element Wizard from "Red Flame Oath" wielded Fire Magic with immense dominance. Among the Mist Rank Fire Magic Wizards Ronan had encountered, apart from Ash Witch Mollie, perhaps he was the strongest.

Even Molten Crystal Lake Ignatius, who died by his hand and possessed the Ancient Flame Demon Bloodline, could not match him.

In the third round of ranking battles, Ronan naturally hoped to be matched against him.

However, then again, perhaps in the eyes of some present on the field, he was also viewed as the "weakest" and the most wished to be matched against.

"Who do you think will ultimately seize the top spot?"

Among the onlookers, several Level 1 Wizards were fiercely debating.

"Selena from the Life Court, Adam from Spiritual Power Dawn, and Li Weiqi from Chaos Secret Society are all significant contenders. Those who have manifested soul characteristics are highly likely to be among them."

"Awaqui studies the legacy of the Ancient Spirit Witch. I read terrifying rumors about Ancient Spirit Witches in an ancient book.... even mighty Andriel was not a match for him. I think he might be the strongest on the field..."

"Don’t underestimate Wenules from Giant Stone Peak!..."

Not far from the intensely discussing Level 1 Wizards, a gray-haired, green-eyed man was watching them with great interest.

Silently observing and listening for a while, the gray-haired man turned his head and, full of emotion, said to the Black Robe person beside him, "Look at those faces full of vitality, Dolu.

What a nostalgic age...

Back then, I was just like them, standing in almost the same spot, gazing at multitudes focused on you.

I remember there was a betting pool started by a group of folks wagering on the top spot, and I bet most of my Magic Stones on your name, but unfortunately..."

The Black Robe person interjected unexpectedly.

The gray-haired man’s expression froze, then he chuckled lightly, saying, "After hundreds of years, you’re still as humorless as ever, Dolu..."

Shaking his head, the gray-haired man did not continue on that topic.

He turned his gaze, unintentionally sweeping over the sky, pausing briefly on an elderly black-robed woman, then with a smile, he said to the Black Robe person, "There’s still plenty of time, how about playing a game?"

The Black Robe person raised his head in surprise, but the gray-haired man had already pulled out a Golden Compass from somewhere.

Studded with round white Crystal Stones, the outermost ring had thirty-two, and with each inner layer, the number of Crystal Stones halved.

At the center of the Golden Compass was a purple eyeball, with three triangularly arranged pupils, surrounded by runes densely inscribed, exuding a mysterious and profound aura.

"I brought this special item back..."

Looking at the Golden Compass in his hand, the gray-haired man’s eyes were tender, saying, "Southern lands, dear homeland, this barren land once nurtured us... now, it’s time to repay it..

Without me, Lin Disi, how many more years would treasures buried under this land need to see the light of day..."

As he spoke, the gray-haired man extended his pale, slender finger and lightly pressed it to the purple pupil in the center of the Compass.

At the instant his fingertip landed, the purple pupil on the Compass emitted a peculiar wave.

The wave quickly seeped into the ground, as if it contacted and tugged at something.

In the center of the distant crowd, the eight stone pillars glowing with white light suddenly began flickering on and off.

The sudden change stirred up waves of commotion among the bustling onlookers.

Amidst this chaos, the gray-haired man was shrouded entirely in a peculiar wave of energy, countless rune lights orbiting him, an invisible breeze gently lifting his long hair.

With a smile, the gray-haired man’s emerald eyes sparkled like luminous gemstones.

"Now... I set the rules."

The gray-haired man lifted his head, gazing through the many layers of people at the eight figures on the central stone pillars, and spoke, "Dolu, tell me... which Lucky One should we grant this precious opportunity?"

The Black Robe person seemed startled by the man’s "crazy" act, appearing dazed and not answering before the gray-haired man provided his own answer.

The gray-haired man gently pressed on one of the white Crystal Stones on the Compass, which then shone brightly, his gaze locking onto a certain tall, slender figure among the eight in the distance, he softly uttered, "The weak... should be favored.

Don’t you agree, Dolu?"

Beside him, the lips of the Black Robe person moved slightly, as if wanting to correct the usage of the word "favored" mentioned in the other’s speech.

But ultimately, he said nothing, only casting a glance full of sympathy towards the "Lucky One" chosen by the gray-haired man.

I’m late, asking for monthly ticket~