Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 236 - 127: Misfortune

The Clear Sky Realm originally bestowed upon Ronan a Master Level operational consciousness, mentality, and strategic vision after activation.

Whether for cultivation or combat, it granted an absolutely calm and clear mind, as if observing the whole situation from a third-party perspective.

And the Lake of Thoughtlessness lifted this effect to another level, completely eliminating all unrelated emotions and thoughts.

Under the state of the Lake of Thoughtlessness... Ronan even felt as if his body was taken over, controlled, and dominated by another "self".

A self entirely unaffected by sorrow, fear, joy, pain... any emotion, any extraneous thought.

In this state, his usually great Strength could explode to twelve or even twenty times the combat power.

"But this state can’t last too long..."

"If maintained for a long time, those ’frozen’ emotions will forever sink to the bottom of the Lake of Thoughtlessness, and I will gradually become numb, indifferent, my spirit losing its warmth..."

Until he completely degenerates into a lifeless, Strength-driven "Puppet".

This is not what Ronan wanted to see.

Quickly, Ronan caught up with the Magic Ship, breaking through the light of the rune-based Protective Shield and landing on the deck.

There were no rules against leaving the Magic Airship during its voyage; many people catch fresh air off the ship from time to time. However, this action involves certain risks. The ship will neither slow down nor stop for anyone, and the consequences of disembarking are the individual’s responsibility.

Sitting on the floor of his room, Ronan rekindled the run-out essence of the Mind Control Monster Brain Fluid Essence and entered meditation again.

By now, the progress bar behind the Strength section on his character panel had nearly reached (110%).

The spiritual power in his mind was growing, like a dense water ball mixed with ice chips.

Ronan slowly spread out his spiritual power. The originally smooth light falling on his body appeared "bent" at the edge of his skin, the air becoming viscous and twisted, like transparent oil paint colors...

The natural fluctuations of his spiritual power were much stronger than those of a normal Late Level 1 Stage Wizard ready to break through to the Level 2 threshold.

But not like a real Level 2, it belongs to a position somewhere between the Late Level 1 Stage and the Early Level 2 Stage.

Ronan was very confident that with the aid of the Crystallization Array, it should be easy to break through to the Second-level Wizard now.

"Let’s see how much it can increase..."

Thinking to himself, Ronan closed his character panel and continued meditation.

The meditation efficiency of the Basic Meditation Technique after reaching five hundred points of Proficiency after Master Level had also increased a lot. It wouldn’t be long before he could touch the limits once again.

Three days later.

A strand of cold sunlight passed through the window of the room, gently falling on the face of Ronan, who was sitting with his eyes closed in meditation.

There was a knock at the door.

Ronan opened his eyes, a brilliant shine bursting forth, but soon faded, returning to the infinitely serene lake blue.

He gathered everything from the floor, stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. A young sailor stood outside the room, maintaining a bowing posture, and said, "Respected Sir, we have entered White Stone Ridge."

"White Stone Ridge..."

Ronan’s gaze flickered, he quickly walked over to the window, and looked out through the clear glass.

Before him was a view of snow-capped mountains and majestic ridges, a black river winding through the white expanse. The river seemed to be connected to a valley surrounded by many peaks, and beneath the white, traces of high-altitude vegetation could be seen growing.

"We will soon arrive at White Stone Castle."

"How many people usually reside in White Stone Castle?"

Ronan asked the young sailor.

The latter pondered for a moment, then replied thoughtfully, "Including the ordinary people living there, there should be about sixty to seventy thousand people."

Ronan was silent for a while, then nodded.

After the young sailor left, Ronan continued to stand in front of the window, looking down.

In his hand, though, there was a snow-white letter as thin as a slice of ice.

If he had the chance, Ronan actually wouldn’t mind delivering this letter to its rightful recipient.

But in a place inhabited by sixty to seventy thousand people, searching for someone named "Soraya" based on just a name was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He didn’t even know if the person was still in White Stone Castle or might have already died.

"Frost Leader... Ice Flame Iris... Lansite Family..."

Ronan mused quietly to himself.

After a moment, he shook his head, put the letter away, and started preparing to disembark.

Half a day later, the Magic Ship of the "Black Swan" Commerce Guild gently landed in an open snowy area within the High Ridge Basin.

The Wizards on board began to descend one after another. freewёbnoνel.com

At this moment, Ronan was in his own room, standing in front of a full-length dressing mirror, looking at his current self.

Upon entering White Stone Castle, he did not plan to walk around with the identity of a Silver Magic Ring Wizard.

He wiped away all the patterns and designs on his grey metal Magic Robe that were style-specific to the Magic Ring, leaving only some elegant silver edging as simple decoration.

He controlled the muscles on the sides of his face, causing his originally symmetrical countenance to appear much more gaunt, his features becoming sharper in the process. Together with the glacial blue rune patterns that could stand out, this gave him a cool and unyielding, mysteriously icy temperament.

His white long hair was tied into a thick braid and secured tightly with loops of silver metal cord, hanging behind his head.

Although these were just minor changes in detail, Ronan’s entire persona was vastly different from before, and unless someone who knew him well stood right in front of him, most people would not be able to recognize him at all.