Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 219 - 120: Sixth Ring, Crowning, Heaven’s Pride, Tremor_3

Everyone looked up at the sky in the same direction, uttering exclamations of awe from time to time.

Quidi and other Wizards, who had just received the news and stepped out of the tavern, looked upwards following the crowd’s gaze, only to see that within the Seventh Magic Ring, which had been silent for several days, a huge and splendid human shape was projected above the Rune Formation by a Spell.

A blue-eyed young man with white hair, surrounded and nestled by countless golden lights, elegant and mysterious, the term "Heaven’s Chosen Son" seemed to be perfectly embodied in him.

Jealousy, envy, amazement, indifference...

Various reactions emerged from this group of Wandering Wizards, with some displaying fervent looks, others showing infinite longing, and still others merely taking a glance before they dipped back into the tavern as if it was none of their business...

Only Quidi, standing in the midst of the crowd, after seeing the figure in the magical projection, trembled violently, as if he was suddenly struck by Electric Magic. He couldn’t move, his face slowly showing an expression of extreme disbelief.

"Hey, buddy..."

It took several breaths before Quidi seemed to slowly recover, pointing to the projection in the sky, he said in a low voice to the person next to him, "I say... this person... he’s my friend. We used to drink together quite often... Do you believe me?"

The blond Wizard beside him glanced at Quidi with a scornful look, and sneered, "Cut it out, Quidi, that joke isn’t funny at all.

Your friend?

That person... is a Sixth Ring Genius!

Sixth Ring!!"

"Yes, the Sixth Ring..."

Quidi looked up at the sky, his gaze becoming lost as he muttered to himself, "How many years has it been since the Seventh Magic Ring produced a Sixth Ring Level Genius... Sixth Ring... what kind of a person was I in contact with back then..."

While murmuring, Quidi suddenly returned to his insouciant demeanor, patted the blond Wizard on the shoulder with force, and laughed, "I thought I could fool you!.."

"Even the most ignorant Apprentice wouldn’t believe in such a bluff you’re making.."

"Let’s drink, my treat. Let’s celebrate... for a friend of the past!"

The two turned around and headed back into the tavern.

...

The process of Ronan’s Crowning as a Sixth Ring was displayed over the vast Seventh Ring City in the sky through the effect of magical projection.

Like a hurricane sweeping across the entire Seventh Ring City, including the Wizards, Apprentices, ordinary people living on the outskirts of the Seventh Ring City, as well as the numerous Floating Islands surrounding the Silver-white Tower...

Ronan Damien’s name was remembered by many on this day.

As the name of a Genius spread with his accomplishments, causing a series of shocks, Ronan stood below the Silver-white Tower, adjusting his appearance meticulously at the entrance of the high Tower.

Scissors transformed from Magic Nightmare Tungsten Steel into silver cut off his white hair that almost touched his ankles with swift snips.

Hair strands fell to the ground, paved with grey stone slabs, glistening snow-white like threads spun by First Rank Demon Beasts of the Moonlight Spider.

After the haircut, Ronan utilized his spiritual power to condense Ice Energy Particles suspended in the air, forming a mirror made of solid ice in front of him.

The young man in the mirror wore a beautifully crafted Magic Robe with Sixth Ring insignia, silver-white, slender physique, handsome features, deep blue eyes, and moderately white hair.

Young, vibrant, serene...and proper.

His own duel had come to an end, but the trials and selections of others were still ongoing.

What Ronan was about to do... was to ascend the Tower to meet the master of this Silver-white Tower—the Seventh Magic Ring Ring Master.