Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1141 - 471: Soul Transition Pendant (Part 2)

The reason why those elemental spirits were easily intimidated just now is mainly because their fear of the Dragon Race has deeply rooted in their racial memory."

"Moreover, there is something even more important,"

her tone became serious:

"Frequent use of Dragon Language Suppression will leave permanent changes in your vocal cords and Spiritual Core.

If you overly rely on this ability, eventually your way of speaking, thinking, and even personality traits will start aligning with the Dragon Race."

This warning made Ron frown slightly:

"So, it’s an ability with potential side effects?"

"Precisely, it’s ’racial trait erosion.’ You’re borrowing not just my vocal abilities, but also parts of my instincts and thought patterns.

The more you use it, the deeper this erosion becomes."

Ron weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

Powerful abilities often come with corresponding costs, an iron law in the Wizard World.

The key is to accurately assess whether such costs are worth bearing.

"So, in the current environment, how many more times can I safely use this suppression?"

"With your current spirit strength and bloodline purity, using it two to three more times shouldn’t cause irreversible changes. But if you exceed this limit..."

Aselia’s warning carried a certain anticipation:

"You might find yourself starting to think like the Dragon Race—more direct, more arrogant, more... dangerous."

Ron nodded, organizing and archiving this information.

Just then, Edwin walked over:

"Ralph, what are you talking to yourself about? We need to discuss the next action plan."

......

Meanwhile, in the distant area of extreme cold, the trio from the Life Tree School faced an unprecedented dilemma.

This is the convergence zone of Wind Element and Water Element.

The fierce blending of the two elements has created a frozen land of death.

The biting cold wind cuts the air like a blade, with each breath leaving a frosty sting in the lungs.

The most deadly is the environment’s impact on their body modifications.

Lianna’s skin turned a sickly blue-purple, and the vine circulation system alongside her veins became unusually sluggish in the low temperature.

The normally agile vine tentacles now stiffened like dead snakes, with each bend producing a teeth-gritting cracking sound.

"Damn teleportation error!"

She cursed angrily while using her remaining Life Energy to keep herself warm:

"We should have been sent to the warm element of life area, not this damned place!"

Vini’s situation was worse.

The insectification modification made her extremely sensitive to temperature changes, and now those splendid butterfly wings had lost most of their color, with a thin layer of ice crusting the surface.

Her compound eyes continuously secreted antifreeze liquid, but the liquid soon solidified into ice beads, severely affecting her vision.

"Captain... my poison sacs have started to freeze..."

Her voice trembled uncontrollably from the cold:

"If this continues, not only will the toxins become ineffective, but the entire secretion system might be frozen and damaged..."

Caroline’s condition seemed the best but was actually the most dangerous.

She held her swollen abdomen tightly, her face terrifyingly pale.

The low temperature forced the "children" in her abdomen into a state of hibernation, but this unnatural hibernation could cause irreparable damage to them.

"We must find a way to get out of here..."

She said through clenched teeth:

"If this continues, all my children will die..."

As the three fell into despair, Lianna suddenly remembered a special tool their Master had given them before departure.

She took out a uniquely shaped pendant from her chest.

It was carved from the spine of some ancient creature, covered in intricate necromancy runes on the surface.

Under the moonlight, the runes emitted a faint green glow.

"Soul Transition Pendant..."

She murmured to herself:

"Master Leonardo said it can be used in crucial moments to contact the ancient mage spirits on this land... maybe they could help us..."

The method to use the pendant was simple.

One only needed to drip their blood into the groove in the center and chant a specific summoning spell.

But such communication often came with risks, as the spirits of the dead Mages didn’t necessarily bear goodwill towards the living.

Lianna bit her finger, letting the blood drip into the groove of the spine.

The blood was immediately absorbed by the bone structure, and the entire pendant began to emit a stronger green glow.

She took a deep breath and began chanting the summoning spell taught by her Master:

"Spiritus Antiquus Advocare..."

"Sapientia Mortuorum Quaerere..."

"Auxilium in Tenebris Petere..."

As the spell was recited, the surrounding air subtly changed.

The initially piercing cold wind became more gentle, and the ice on the ground stopped its encroachment.

More miraculously, some luminous spores began drifting in the air, bringing a breath of life to the desolate ice field.

"Who is summoning me?"

A dignified and ancient voice sounded in the gust.

From behind a massive ice spire not far away, a tall figure slowly emerged.

It was an elder with hair sprinkled with white, dressed in the dark green scholar’s robe of the Second Era’s School of Plant Studies, embroidered with intricate leaf patterns and life runes.

Although he was in a semi-transparent spiritual body state, the scholarly aura he exuded was still profound, as if even death couldn’t dull the flame of wisdom in his heart.

The elder’s gaze was as sharp as a hawk’s, scanning the three of them:

"The juniors from the school, it seems you’ve encountered troubles."

Recognizing the familiar face she had seen in the school’s portrait, Lianna felt a burden lifted and immediately bowed respectfully: