Chapter 119: Chapter 118: Frost Ash Beam
The area where Ian’s rock house stood was once an unremarkable corner on the stronghold’s periphery.
But the very moment the eighty-one Will Runes in his Sea of Spirit formed an array and his Spiritual Power fully underwent Liquefaction...
BOOM!
An invisible, vast ripple suddenly spread out with the rock house at its center!
It was not a sound, not an Energy explosion, but a deeper kind of Rule Resonance.
The flow of Magic Power throughout the entire stronghold suddenly fell into disarray.
All the Wizards and Apprentices who were in Meditation, casting spells, or performing Alchemy felt a tremor in their Sea of Spirit.
"What’s going on?!"
"My Meditation Method was interrupted!"
"The Magic Power is in an uproar!"
In the central plaza, the crowd of people trading and talking fell silent in an instant. Everyone looked toward the source of the ripple, uncertain and alarmed.
"Is this... the descent of a Rule?!"
The expression of an experienced Level One Wizard changed drastically. "Someone’s breaking through to Official Wizard?!"
"That’s not right! How can the ripple from a Rule’s descent be this strong?!" another Level One Peak Wizard said, his eyes wide with astonishment.
"When I advanced, the Rule ripple I triggered only had a two-hundred-meter radius... This ripple has covered almost the entire outer area of the stronghold!"
Inside the Rock Fortress, those few auras that made the Apprentices’ Souls tremble "awakened" almost simultaneously.
"Someone is advancing to Official Wizard within the stronghold... and the resulting Rule phenomenon is unusual," a hoarse, imposing voice echoed from the depths of the fortress.
"Judging by this ripple, their potential is indeed considerable," another, colder female voice said with a hint of surprise.
"Find out who it is," a third voice stated, concise and powerful.
In the plaza outside the fortress, the Apprentices had already erupted into an uproar.
"Who’s advancing? What a terrifying commotion!"
"It must be the Direct Lineage of some major power, or a genius taken on as a disciple by an Official Wizard!"
"I heard that Lady Mira of the Dream Weaver’s Cottage touched the threshold long ago. Could it be her?"
"Doesn’t seem like it... The ripple is coming from the outer rock house area."
At the edge of the crowd, Robert Firestove stared blankly in the direction the ripple came from.
’Could it be...’ An unbelievable thought surfaced in his mind, but he immediately shook his head. ’Impossible... How long has it been since he became a High Level Apprentice?’
But the direction the ripple seemed to come from caused a certain thought to grow unceasingly in his mind.
Not far away, Mira the Dream Weaver stood quietly, her deep violet eyes gazing toward the rock house as her fingertips unconsciously caressed her Magic Staff.
"The intensity of the Rule’s descent is far beyond ordinary... How enviable!" she murmured to herself, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes.
Although she was confident in her own advancement, it paled in comparison to such a terrifying foundation...
...
Inside the rock house.
Ian was completely oblivious to the commotion he had caused outside.
His entire mind was immersed in the profound enlightenment of the Rule’s descent.
Two Witchcraft Models with conflicting attributes began to frantically deconstruct and undergo Reorganization in Ian’s mind.
The "Focusing" and "Yang Flame" structures of [Scorching Beam], the "Twin" and "Deep Tie" networks of [Secondary Frost Freeze Beam]...
’Which nodes can be shared?’
’Which pathways need to be adjusted?’
’How can the conflict points of the clashing Energy be transformed into resonant amplification?’
Under the blessing of the Power of Rules, it was as if an invisible hand was parting the mists around all these difficult problems.
The essential parts of the two models were extracted and fused, while redundant structures were streamlined and deleted.
Finally, a brand-new, exquisitely complex composite model was born in the center of the Will Rune Array!
It radiated a faint purple brilliance. Icy blue and bright white blended together, with a point of golden-red at the center and a faint, frosty pattern flowing along its edges.
The moment it took shape, Ian understood its name and properties.
Tier One Talent Witchcraft: [Frost Ash Beam]!
[Frost Ash Beam: Mastery (517/3200)]
It possessed both the extreme cold and freezing Erosion of [Secondary Frost Freeze Beam] and the searing Purification and terrifying penetration of [Scorching Beam].
The projected beam could be a singular, deep blue frost ray, or it could be a bright white scorching ray.
Or even more... the faint purple [Frost Ash Beam]!
When the powers of ice and fire achieved a perfect balance within the beam, it would simultaneously possess the dual properties of "freezing" and "incineration."
Upon hitting a target, the outer layer would instantly freeze and become brittle, while the inside would be detonated by high temperatures. The Ice and Fire Interweaving would generate terrifying internal destructive force!
The Purification effect of [Yang Flame] and the structural disintegration of [Deep Tie] were perfectly inherited, and under the enhancement of the Rule, they were fused into one.
No Spell required, instant cast!
The cost was extremely low, only one-fifth of the original single beam!
Yet its power was greatly enhanced, officially crossing the threshold of Tier One Witchcraft and far surpassing it!
’It’s done...’
Ian slowly opened his eyes. A flash of purple light appeared and then vanished.
He felt the immense Power within his body. Liquefied Spiritual Power flowed slowly through his Sea of Spirit. The eighty-one-rune Will Rune Array operated stably, and the faint purple Rune at its center shone brilliantly.
His physical body had been further tempered during the advancement, and his Power, Endurance, and recovery had all increased again.
Official Wizard!
After life-or-death escapes, countless battles, and bitter Cultivation day and night, he had finally crossed this threshold.
From this day forward, he was no longer an Apprentice to be trifled with.
He was a true Level One Wizard, possessing his own Talent Witchcraft!
Ian stood up and stretched his body. A natural Energy Force Field surrounded him, and his bones emitted a series of soft pops.
He looked out the window. The stronghold was still bustling, but in his Perception, the world was completely different.
The flow of free-roaming Magic Power in the air was clearly visible. The low-voiced conversations of distant Apprentices sounded as if they were right beside him. He could even perceive the faint vibrations of the Earth beneath his feet.
"So this is the world of an Official Wizard..."
He murmured to himself, levitating in mid-air. There was no ecstasy in his eyes, only tranquility.
’The road is still long.’
’But I have taken this first step firmly.’
Next, it was time to digest Sterling’s legacy, cultivate the *Molten Fire Thirteen Star Ring Secret Technique*, and attempt to refine the [Heart of Magma] Potion.
But before that, Ian looked at his Demon Hunting Jade Token.
Now that he had advanced to Official Wizard, the Merit Points exchange list would be updated again.
There might be something he needed there.
He pushed the door open and walked toward the Central Fortress.
Outside the rock house, many Apprentices were still gathered nearby, discussing the recent Rule phenomenon in low voices.
When Ian stepped out, everyone’s gaze instantly focused on him.
He wore a simple gray robe, his aura restrained.
But deep within his calm eyes, a faint shimmer of silver light and a seven-colored afterglow could be seen. That, combined with the suppressive Force Field of an Official Wizard that naturally emanated from him, made all the Apprentices’ hearts clench.
"It’s him..."
"The one who just advanced... Isn’t he a Magic Potion Alchemist?!"
"I remember him. He was always doing clean-up missions on the outskirts, very low-key..."
"He advanced to Official Wizard just like that, without a word?!"
Ian ignored the whispers around him and walked straight toward the Central Fortress.
Along the way, all the Apprentices subconsciously cleared a path, their eyes filled with awe, envy, jealousy... all sorts of complex emotions.
Robert stood at the edge of the crowd, watching Ian’s departing back. He opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing.
He just clenched his fists, an even stronger fighting spirit igniting in his eyes.
The guards at the fortress entrance saw Ian approaching. Sensing the aura of an Official Wizard on him, they immediately bowed.
"Sir, please enter."
Ian nodded slightly and stepped into the fortress.
