Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 263 - 139: The Pursuit, Frozen Blood Egg?!

Ronan stepped toward the statue’s stone pillar one step at a time and reached out to touch it.

Rough, ice-cold, indistinguishable from an ordinary rock.

He tapped lightly, and the stone pillar emitted a faint, dull sound; it was solid.

His spiritual power swept through, inside and out the entire pillar bore no traces of any runes...

Everything was exactly as described in the notes.

Of course, to confirm whether it was truly a Holy Shrine pillar, further verification was needed.

Ronan gently placed his hand on the chest area of the statue on the stone pillar and softly recited an ancient and obscure incantation: "@#￥%..."

He had received research notes on the "Holy Shrine" from Old Wells during his apprenticeship and had long since committed its content to memory.

The notes recorded many secrets and techniques related to the "Holy Shrine," but Ronan had always been unaware of what the "Holy Shrine" truly was, making these techniques equivalent to a "Dragon-slaying Skill."

But now, faced with something that seemed to be the "Holy Shrine," these pieces of knowledge finally had a chance to be utilized.

Even after the last syllable of the incantation was pronounced, there was still no reaction from the black stone pillar.

However, there was no look of disappointment on Ronan’s face.

Because if this were a genuine "Holy Shrine," the lack of reaction would be expected.

"Holy Shrine" is a vessel meant to store the so-called "Holy Shrine Power;" a well-preserved and yet unopened "Holy Shrine" should have the statue’s arms on the pillar held inwardly.

But in front of him, the statue’s arms were spread apart like two little wings at the top of the pillar, confirming that the Holy Shrine had been opened.

An already opened "Holy Shrine" would naturally not respond to the "Opening Spell" recited by Ronan.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Ronan rhythmically and gently tapped on the surface of the stone pillar. He was patient, and the master-level [Basic Swordsmanship] afforded him complete control over the physical force, evenly distributing the force from his fingertips throughout the pillar.

Gradually, cracks began to appear on the surface of the stone pillar.

Fissures spread across the pillar.

"Crack—"

Accompanied by a crisp tapping noise, the statue of the young woman in the middle with her hands held up also started showing large fissures across her face.

Several cracks spread from the surroundings of the girl’s eyes, followed by drops of black liquid seeping out from the crevices.

The girl’s expression turned sorrowful, as if each of Ronan’s taps were truly landing on her, causing her to cry and weep.

Witnessing this scene, a ripple finally appeared on Ronan’s calm face, and a light shone in his eyes.

He quickened the pace of his tapping, and more and more black liquid seeped out from the pillar’s surface. The statue’s girl seemed to be in more "pain," even contorting her body.

The Fireball Technique cast by Ronan had long been extinguished, and in the already gloomy and light-deprived giant pit Snake Nest, the eerie tapping sound added to the strangeness of the scene, creating an increasingly eerie atmosphere.

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A glint flashed in Ronan’s eyes, and after a particular tap, his right hand suddenly lifted and struck hard against the chest of the statue on the pillar!

"Ah!——"

The facial expression of the girl on the pillar instantly turned horrific like a demon, screaming sharply, but the next moment, she along with the black pillar, exploded thunderously.

Ronan’s hand shot out like lightning, accurately grasping a black object amidst the fragments of the shattered stone, squeezing it tightly.

"Ah!"

The screams rang out again for a moment, and then stopped abruptly.

Ronan looked down at the black object he had just grasped—a nearly spherical object with a smooth surface bearing a crevice as if it were cut by a knife.

Holding it, it felt ice-cold and delicate, with a sensation similar to that of a young lady’s real skin, and even carried a trace of softness.

Yet as the screams faded away, this sense of cold softness quickly receded, the texture of the black sphere became rigid, and the surface roughened, soon becoming almost indistinguishable from the shattered black pillar.

"It’s indeed a real Holy Shrine..."

Ronan eyed the black sphere in his hand and murmured softly.

Shaking the sphere lightly, a sound of liquid sloshing from within could be heard; leaning in to sniff, he detected no scent.

He had done everything step by step according to the instructions from the "Holy Shrine Notes."

As for the black sphere’s true nature? Why did it evade detection by a Level 3 Wizard’s spiritual power? What exactly was both the black liquid inside the sphere and the one seeping out from the pillar just now?...

He wasn’t clear about any of it.

He only knew that this black sphere hidden within the statue of the pillar was the core of the "Holy Shrine," the key to sealing the "Holy Shrine Power."

As for the unidentified liquid stored within, it played a significant role as well.

"This case is almost solved..."

By now, the information he had gathered was enough for Ronan to piece together some clues in his mind.

"This used to be an ancient place for storing the Holy Shrine.

Perhaps due to the passage of time, the power within the Holy Shrine leaked, and just so happened to be absorbed and consumed by several Cold Scaled Pythons, which evolved a trace of the Ancient Ice Crystal Demon Snake’s bloodline.

The awakening of the Ancient Bloodline in the Cold Scaled Pythons drew attention from the three grand Wizard Families of White Stone Castle who rushed to hunt them. Meanwhile, Angelie and her group, not knowing where they got the clues to the Holy Shrine, just happened to arrive...."