Bloodline of the Wizard-Chapter 274 - 143: Primordial, The Dream of Heritage_2

His hand lifted from the head of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake, the metal wire retracting beneath his Magic Robe, and the snake in front of him rapidly wilted, seeming even worse off than before.

Ronan tossed it several hundred Advanced Magic Stones to slightly restore its vitality, casually instructing it to stay nearby and not to wander off, then flew toward the direction of the valley.

When he arrived, Ronan saw Benny standing beside the Holy Blood Tree, pouring the just-collected ordinary blood of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake as nutrients for the Holy Blood Tree.

"Let the Holy Blood Tree first absorb some blood of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake, it helps with the purification of similar Bloodlines later on..."

Benny explained casually upon seeing Ronan arrive.

Ronan blinked, this was something he hadn’t considered; Benny’s research on the Holy Blood Tree was indeed much deeper than his own.

"I plan to keep some of the blood, for experiments..."

After a pause, Benny continued speaking as if seeking Ronan’s agreement.

Ronan nodded, indicating he didn’t mind, his attention fully on the Holy Blood Tree.

Having absorbed a large amount of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake’s blood, the Holy Blood Tree grew vigorously once again, now completely resembling the shape of a small tree.

The leaves on the tree were clear like emerald, the red veins within the leaves striking and intricate. At this moment, bathed in a light blue glow, it was filled with a mystical and magnificent aura.

Ronan thought for a moment, entered the "Half-Giant Demonization" State again, then sliced his wrist to let his own blood join in watering the Holy Blood Tree.

The Holy Blood Tree grew at a visible speed until reaching an unprecedented peak state... Ronan stopped his hand, then took out the Bloodline Essence retrieved from the brow of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake.

The blood clump, mixed with ice blue and deep red, sat in his hand like an exquisitely intricate Crystal Ball, which dazzled with strange light under the Sun’s rays.

This was the real Blood of a Magical Beast inherited from the Ancients, any Wizard obsessed with Bloodlines would go crazy for it.

But now.

Ronan was still trying to take it.. a step further!

"Are you full?"

He gently touched the trunk of the Holy Blood Tree, whispering softly, "After eating your fill, it’s your turn to perform."

The Holy Blood Tree responded enthusiastically, like a child eager to show off in front of its parents, its leaves rustling with a swishing sound.

Its attitude towards Ronan was a stark contrast to that of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake outside.

Ronan slowly extended the blood clump, and countless red tendrils leapt out from the Holy Blood Tree, enveloping the entire blood clump in an instant.

Following that, a Blood Spore formed at the top of the tree. Ronan released his hand and sat cross-legged in the Rune Formation that Benny had already set up.

The Bloodline Transplant was officially ready to begin.

The Holy Blood Tree trembled, emitting waves of red light filled with a Mysterious aura.

Ronan stared at it intently, focusing on its State.

"Plip—"

Suddenly, a leaf from the Holy Blood Tree fell, its color dim, as if withering and dying after exhausting all its power. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Ronan’s pupils constricted, and he saw more and more leaves falling; the whole Holy Blood Tree seemed to be suffering from some kind of blight or severe cold, with leaves withering rapidly, its color quickly fading. However, the Blood Spore at the treetop grew larger...

Ronan’s eyes flashed fiercely, he didn’t call a stop, but thinking of cutting his wrist again to provide his fresh blood for support to the Holy Blood Tree, Benny stopped him.

"Maintain your own condition, that’s equally important."

Benny calmly took out the Ice Crystal Demon Snake blood he had set aside, poured it around the base of the Holy Blood Tree, then took out handfuls of unknown liquid-filled vials from his Waist Storage Bag and emptied them all out.

With these nutrients for support, the condition of the Holy Blood Tree slightly improved, and the speed of the leaves falling began to slow down.

After an indeterminate amount of time, the Holy Blood Tree suddenly burst into a strong red glow. Immediately after, it drooped down, and the Blood Spore at the top "crack" burst open, spitting out a thumb-sized Bloodline Crystal.

Ronan reached out and caught the Bloodline Crystal.

The purified Bloodline of the Ice Crystal Demon Snake, the color changed from the original blue-red to a deep blue nearly black hue, nothing special could be seen on the surface, and it was cold with a solid feel to the touch.

"A crystallized form of blood? Seems the original method won’t work..."

Benny, watching this scene, frowned slightly.

"The Array starts as usual.. I’ll try direct embedding and absorption."

Ronan thought for a moment and replied.

According to the Bloodline Transplant technique provided by Soraya, the transplanted blood also needs to be depicted on the body in the form of runes, and then forced into the body using the power of the Array, similar to the process of Talent Transplant.

But now, since the blood in crystalline form cannot be dissolved, Ronan can only continue by using the most direct and brute force method.

Ronan held the dark blue Bloodline Crystal and examined it closely in front of him.

The arcane art of Bloodline Transplant that no one had ever succeeded in before...

The more powerful the bloodline, the harder it is to tame...

One must bear the risk of the body potentially mutating into a monster...

Thought after thought rolled through his mind until finally...

He raised his right hand and fiercely sliced open a gash where his heart was on the left side. As the flesh peeled back, he quickly inserted the dark blue Bloodline Crystal into it.

"Ugh—"

The sharp edge of the Bloodline Crystal pierced through the heart’s fragile outer membrane, bringing a heart-wrenching pain. Ronan let out a stifled grunt as his lean and tall figure slightly bent over.

At this moment, the Rune Formation began to operate. Invisible forces penetrated Ronan’s body, like countless ropes, slowly winding around his heart, tightening bit by bit...

Under the pressure of this force, his heart frantically pumped out fresh blood. Ronan’s blood flowed rapidly throughout his body.

Large amounts of fresh blood washed over the Bloodline Crystal lodged in his heart like a tide, again and again. Ronan’s face turned pale, but his lips moved slightly, rapidly chanting spells.

The power of the runes formed within his body, gently tapping the Bloodline Crystal with each collision.

Gradually, the originally solid dark blue crystal seemed to loosen, emitting tendrils of dark blue smoke that seeped into the depths of Ronan’s heart.

With another pump of the heart, the mysterious powers of the bloodline contained within the dark blue smoke spread throughout his body with the fast-flowing blood.

In an instant!

"Hum—"

Ronan only felt a tremendous booming in his mind, and his heart stopped beating for a moment.

His eyes, which were initially a clear blue, changed in an instant to an endlessly deep dark blue, and even the shape of his pupils subtly transformed into vertical slits, resembling... those of a snake.

The long hair cascading down his back lifted as one, emitting an indescribable, immense, ancient, and primal aura from within him.

In that instant, all the sounds of insects and birds in the vast valley came to a halt.

Benny stood frozen in place.

As for Ronan... he completely lost consciousness.

....

"Hoo—hoo—"

The north wind howled across a vast snowfield blanketed by wind and snow.

A youth stood there, looking around blankly at the heaven and earth, and everything around him.

"Where... am I?"

Confusion filled the youth’s eyes; he knew not where he was, nor where he should go.

He had even forgotten his own name.

He felt as though he had been on an incredibly long journey and had finally arrived here.

At this ancient, savage, boundless, and vast snowy expanse.

"Hisss—sizzle—shush—"

There were low, oily whispers, countless thick, evil voices, as if the most vile and disgusting entities in the world were whispering secretly in the boy’s ear.

These voices incessantly burrowed into the youth’s head as if they wanted to tell him something repeatedly, only to bring an unbearable nausea, like sharp metal scraping across smooth glass, inducing a frantic tremor and the urge to shriek...

The youth clutched his head in agony, frantically trying to fling those voices from his mind.

Suddenly.

The voices stopped.

With a clueless expression, the youth lifted his head and saw, through the snow-filled sky, two blood-red suns.