Chapter 768: Chapter 397: Reconstruction, Entering the Game, Identity 2 Ronan spent a full ten days tidying up the mess inside the Mist Space. The land and vegetation damaged by the Ice Magic Power were relatively minor issues; the main concerns were the injured Holy Blood Tree and the damaged Element Pool. The former, under the generous nourishment of Ronan’s Healing Shrine Power and his own Essence Blood, finally began to improve and stabilize. What remained was a period of slow self-recovery. After all, it was a legendary tree species. If it hadn’t expended most of its power beforehand to help Ronan purify his bloodline, the Holy Blood Tree wouldn’t have ended up in such a dire situation. As for the Element Pool, with Alazan’s “theoretical support and technical guidance,” a complete repair wasn’t a problem, it just required some necessary repair materials. The Mist Space that Ronan had spent years cultivating fell to ruins overnight. The various plants and Magic Potions that Ariety and Benny had planted, along with the newly birthed Grass and Wood Spirits, were almost entirely wiped out. Of the two Beautiful Shells residing in the lake, one died; during the reconstruction process, Ariety frequently cried herself into fainting. Ronan manipulated a mass of substance resembling black mercury, skillfully engraving a complex and mysterious Rune Imprint on the cracked base of the Element Pool. With the successful engraving of the rune, a faint spell fluctuation emanated from the pool’s base, causing the small surrounding Rune Formation to slowly operate like interlocking gears. Feeling the trickles of Free Energy Particles in the air once again start to gather toward the pool, where a thin layer of energy residue formed like mottled oil paint, a hint of satisfaction appeared in Ronan’s eyes. The preliminary repairs of the Element Pool were thus temporarily concluded, with the energy-gathering speed recovering to about one-tenth of its original pace. From now on, they would have to wait until all the materials on Alazan’s repair list were purchased before proceeding with further gradual repairs. Ronan raised his head and looked around. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 Amidst the lingering chill and desolate land, Benny was diligently sketching beside the half-trunk of the Holy Blood Tree, having shifted his research focus from bloodline deduction to how to quickly restore the Holy Blood Tree. Dudor the Third, with his carefree demeanor, limped and ran wildly on the frozen ground, while Ariety led the remaining Dust Elf companions, carrying a few watering cans larger than themselves, sobbing as they replanted the fields, while the last Beautiful Shell sang a song of hope by the small puddle nearby… The disaster had occurred, but life had to go on. Ronan quietly watched his “closest” companions, his eyes flickering. If time were to turn back, he would likely make the same choice. No matter when, he always had the courage to start over, and compared to the beginning, he had gained much more now. “What do you plan to do next?” Ronan walked on the hard soil, conversing with Alazan in his mind. “As you suggested, first solve the issue with the Awakening Potion, then prepare the Spirit Shaping Liquid and Spirit Shaping Array needed to attempt Level 5 advancement. During this period…” Ronan paused, then continued, “If possible, I still plan to return to the Storm Realm once more.” “You haven’t given up on the idea of achieving the Nine-star Primordial Spirit?” “This is my greatest hope to turn the tide; how could I easily give it up.” Ronan shook his head, “I’ve considered it. If I can find a few more Evolution Holy Shrines and then make several close contacts with the Storm Weavers in the Storm Realm, I might be able to completely restore the Storm Lord bloodline within me. By then, the Holy Blood Tree should have recovered as well. I will find it a group of followers, even if it means lingering at Level 4 for a few more years, there is still a possibility to strive for an Ancient Level bloodline once more… Alazan seemed to want to say something, but hesitated and ultimately remained silent. Ronan walked up to the Holy Blood Tree, gently touching its scarred body, then watered it once more with fresh blood before calmly leaving the Mist Space. The scene before him was still the land of Quivada Oasis, the sky murky and unclear. On the horizon where dawn was breaking, a small white dot rapidly approached. Ronan squinted to see that it was a snow-white carrier pigeon, incongruous with its surroundings. The pigeon flew directly into his arms, spitting out a tightly rolled piece of parchment from its pink beak. Opening it, he saw the handwriting of Prophet Eve. Ronan’s eyes flickered. He had been intending to find Prophet Eve, and it was no surprise that she reached out to him first, living up to her name as a “seer.” Ronan casually crumpled the parchment and followed the pigeon to the ruins of Keldim, where he had lived for three years. Passing through the long, ancient corridors, he once again stood before the gray little door, gently placing his hand on the door’s handle, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed the door open with force. The small room was just as it was more than three years ago, with a roaring fire in the ancient-style fireplace on one side of the room. A robust White Bear lay beside the fireplace, yawning lazily with drooping eyelids. “It’s been years, and your state looks much better than before…” The White Bear’s mouth emitted a crisp, girlish voice unique to Prophet Eve, greeting Ronan.