Capítulo 765: Chapter 396: Ancient Level, Ninth Head, Compromise and Restart A white gas mass was unexpectedly devoured by the deep red gas mass representing the Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline, suddenly expanding the latter. The remaining white gas mass seemed to sense “danger” and began to detach from the vortex, actively distancing itself from the deep red gas mass. The latter “aggressively” launched a pursuit. After circling each other once, the deep red gas mass abruptly abandoned the chase of the white one, lunging fiercely towards the light blue gas mass in the center. The two gas masses collided, “Bang!” An invisible shockwave erupted from Ronan, instantly causing his body’s surface to manifest numerous storm runes and densely packed lines resembling snake scales. Ronan, with his eyes closed, shivered slightly, a trickle of blood slowly seeping from the corner of his mouth. “Damien, that’s enough!…” Benigno spoke urgently, frowning. As if hearing Benigno’s reminder, the red and blue gas masses swiftly separated above Ronan’s head, promptly “devouring” the sole remaining white gas mass. The aura around Ronan stabilized, with the storm runes and frost snake patterns on his body’s surface vanishing completely. The bloodline was finally sorted, and now, the true bloodline purification ceremony commenced. “Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—” The Sacred Blood Tree, massive enough to occupy nearly half of the Mist Space, swayed its branches and leaves, emitting a sound akin to waves crashing upon the shore. Streams of flowing light were conducted from its deeply buried roots and canopy, transmitted through countless crimson tendrils, all pouring into Ronan’s body in waves. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 Ronan’s body began to glow, a massive red halo enveloping both him and the Sacred Blood Tree, with countless mysterious and profound runes of unfathomable meaning appearing in the halo, floating and pulsating with his breaths. At this point, Ronan’s figure was almost indistinguishable, as the power of the Sacred Blood Tree made the vast Mist Space seem as if submerged under a lake. The void appeared as a scene of rippling water waves. Benny withdrew a certain distance, staring intently in the direction beneath the Sacred Blood Tree with Dudor the Third, who was carrying Ariety. The grass and trees ebbed silently, fairies hid everywhere, and even the Beautiful Shell ceased its song, quietly submerging into the billowing lake bottom. As each second passed, the halo of the Sacred Blood Tree grew larger until, at a certain moment, an inexplicable shiver arose in Benny’s heart. He felt a bone-chilling cold and instinctively reached out to touch his brow, only to feel a thin layer of frost. Despite the shock, Benny was delighted, his lips twitching as he took two steps forward abruptly. Amidst the blazing halo, the massive phantom of a multi-headed snake silently emerged, accompanied by a mysterious, ancient, noble, evil, awe-inspiring will that manifested, radiating slowly outward with the frost. Led by Ariety, a crowd of ash and Grass and Wood Spirits shivered in hiding behind leaves, while Dudor the Third widened his beady eyes, still appearing carefree. Benny struggled to suppress the urge to kneel and worship, unable to hide the joy on his face. Although it appeared that only two kinds of bloodlines remained within Ronan after the consumption and regrouping, suggesting an even chance of fifty-fifty selection, the reality was far more complex than what met the eye. Bloodline concentration, bloodline grade… any factor could influence the final outcome of bloodline purification, and the success rate could not reach the theoretical fifty percent. Fortunately, Ronan ultimately succeeded. Lady Luck chose to stand by him, and now the power of the Sacred Blood Tree began to manifest, with the purification of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline officially underway. This was not a process that could be achieved overnight. As days passed, Ronan remained seated like a statue beneath the Sacred Blood Tree, bathed in its radiant glow. The Sacred Blood Tree visibly withered, drawing immense energy from the myriad roots connected to the Element Pool, causing the water level of the Element Pool to decline daily. Conversely, the colossal phantom of the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake suspended behind Ronan continued to solidify and become clearer…. The deep red gas mass representing the Ancient Frost Multi-Headed Snake Bloodline hovered above Ronan’s head, constantly surging and rolling like a deep red blood sphere collapsing inward and then releasing. Each cycle of collapse and release deepened the color of the gas mass representing the bloodline slightly. The deep red gradually approached a dark red, with the hue growing more crystalline. Until, at the center of the blood sphere after another collapse… Suddenly, strands of dazzling golden light bloomed! In an instant, “Boom!” Ronan, who had been sitting silently, abruptly opened his eyes, his slender, tall body rising elegantly. The multi-headed snake phantom behind him, with eight huge, menacing dark blue snake heads, opened their mouths, and the snake scales on either side unfolded like wings, all emitting a silent hiss. A terrifying aura rolled atop the Mist Space, as numerous tendrils of the Sacred Blood Tree all detached from Ronan, and all storm-related runes vanished, replaced by Ancient Frost multi-headed snake patterns. In a shell-breaking sound, the center-most position on the phantom of the eight-headed giant snake behind Ronan swelled, cracked… a ninth snake head slowly grew out. At this moment, the ancient will that had been continuously dwelling within the Mist Space intensified more than tenfold. Ronan’s white hair turned entirely icy blue, and his eyes became vertical pupils, with a golden crack opening at the center, exuding an indescribable regal and majestic aura.