Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 217 - 120: Sixth Ring, Crowning, Heaven’s Pride, Trembling

Chapter 217: Chapter 120: Sixth Ring, Crowning, Heaven’s Pride, Trembling

The white-haired giant, over two meters tall and approaching three, retreated backwards. In the process of retreating, its strong and burly figure shrank rapidly, like a deflated balloon.

The fierce and veiny face gradually softened, the sharp and dense teeth returning to normal... A handsome and pale young man reappeared.

His long white hair danced with the wind, covering the youth’s body. With "difficulty," the youth pulled out a brand-new magic robe from the white hair and draped it over himself, but his figure continued to plummet uncontrollably.

As he fell, the youth faced Clements and extended a fair and slender arm, a glimmer of deep blue light igniting in his eyes...

A gentle swipe of his finger.

An abundance of thick and mysterious auras leaked from the traces of void created by that finger’s motion.

"Whoosh—"

A sea-like convergence of free energy particles gathered, and the mysterious River of Seven Colors, circulating in sevens hues, was born from the void, flowing quietly.

Yet it did not attack Clements or anyone else besides Clements.

The silent River of Seven Colors flowed around Clements in a circle, then continued towards the high skies, disappearing into the void...

"What you wanted to see... belongs to my level of Magic Domain Resonance."

The youth’s voice, filled with indescribable exhaustion, rang out beside Clements’ ear, while Clements looked stunned, his eyes following the disappearing river of energy, flickering with thought, seemingly lost in trance for a moment.

And the youth, having done the very last thing he needed to do, finally couldn’t hold on and "weary," let down his hand.

He closed his eyes, letting gravity pull him downwards.

He didn’t want to use any strength or spiritual power now.

After all, he wasn’t going to die from the fall... freewebnσvel.cѳm

Just land like this and lie down for a while.

"It’s over."

The wind whooshed past Ronan’s ears, his disheveled white hair slapping against his cheeks.

Ronan, with his eyes closed, waited serenely for the moment he would hit the ground.

It’s over.

For him, this battle of trials was completely over.

He had defeated every person he wanted to defeat, achieved every goal he wanted to achieve.

He was so tired.

Now, he only wanted to sleep well for a while.

"Thump.."

A soft thud, and Ronan quietly opened his eyes.

He was surprised to find that he hadn’t landed on the hard ground, but was instead supported by a force and placed on a thick, reasonably soft cushion.

"The nerve of you, kid, even Clements was defeated by you!

With the ancient wizard bloodline, achieving such a feat in the Late Stage of Level 1 is unprecedented... damn, you’re so impressive it’s making me envious..."

The one supporting his flight was a certain individual, incessantly praising with a mix of astonished and laudatory words.

Ronan couldn’t help but interrupt.

"Shut up, Biondini... You’re as annoying as a menopausal mother fly!"

"Uh.."

The silver giant bat’s speech stopped abruptly and it sulkily closed its mouth.

Ronan had just enjoyed a moment of quiet when suddenly he felt Biondini carrying him stop at a certain spot.

Ronan propped himself up from the huge back of Biondini, his expression slightly startled.

He was shockingly high up.

Higher than everyone else.

Standing up from Biondini, he looked down below. He could see Clements, see Lanni, see Nono Pelin, and even see the figure of Travis...

And the other Magic Ring Wizards, the Level 3 White-bearded Wizard holding a metal magic wand, a few standing beside the old wizard with faces still showing shock and awe.

Ronan saw everyone, every opponent he had defeated.

Everyone was also looking at him.

Every upward-turned face was filled with too many indescribable complex expressions.

"I have ascended to the pinnacle..."

Ronan murmured, the Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel on his right arm flowing like water into his hand, forming the shape of a longsword enveloped in black mist.

Ronan looked at the Demon Nightmare Longsword in his hand, recalling the scene when he first got it, the first time he held it.

He remembered telling Benny that in his hand, this sword would shine even brighter.

Now... it seems he has done it.

Ronan instinctively looked in the direction of Benny’s Secret Realm Space.

At that moment, he heard Biondini’s muffled voice speaking to him below, "Kid, don’t find me nagging... The Ring Master is going to crown you personally. Next, a projection magic of the Third Rank might broadcast you so that those not present can remember and revere you. You’d better tidy up your current appearance..."

Ronan could no longer pay attention to whatever Biondini was muttering afterwards.

Because he had already felt a vast and gentle spiritual power emanating from behind, from the top of the silver-white tower, gently landing on him, like tender water enveloping his entire being.

Strange energy fluctuations arose, countless milky white light points appeared, surging towards Ronan like swallows returning to their nest.

As the light points merged, the weariness of Ronan’s spirit was swiftly smoothed over, even replenishing a bit of the severely depleted Vital Light Ball.

As Ronan felt surprised, "Ding—"

A unique, crisp tremor sounded from deep within his mind.

Ronan realized that the cluster representing his spiritual cultivation in his mind had clearly grown a bit, the last lacking piece being made up, giving a sense of total completion, reaching some ultimate perfection.

He opened his character panel and indeed saw that the strength progress, which was originally at 99% for a Level 1 Wizard, had changed to 100%.