Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 783 - 355: Star Disc Divination_2

Slowly, those swirling hues started merging into sharper, more defined shapes:

In Ron’s “sight,” a boundless desert unfurled endlessly.

However, this wasteland was far from commonplace.

A closer examination showed the apparent sand particles were actually minute bone shards.

Myriad creatures’ corpses had crumbled into fine dust, glistening with death’s grim luster under the fierce sun’s blaze.

The heavens bore an eerie orange-red tint, as though the whole realm was engulfed in flames.

Right in the midst of this skeletal sand ocean, a vague enormous silhouette writhed through excruciating change.

The outline evoked a reptilian form, yet its features kept dissolving and remolding within the vision, resembling a heat-shimmering illusion.

Every silent howl from the shape whipped the nearby bone sands into raging vortices, etching dire symbols across the sky.

Ron felt that agony deeply, a vibration pulsing from his bloodline’s core, like his very flesh was twisting through the same shift.

The prophetic visions wavered, now vivid, now hazy.

He drew upon his wisdom and past insights to decipher their significance.

“Fire and earth merging... it hints at a realm where clashing elements rage fiercest.”

Ron pondered within:

“That bone sand ocean vision... during the Lance festival, the Quicksand Lands’ Elemental Dance Ensemble recreated something just like it.”

Through their act, performers mimicked Quicksand Lands’ landscape with grains of sand:

Across the expansive dunes lay remnants of forgotten warzones, hosts of creatures’ bones swallowed by gusts and grains, only to resurface later.

There, fire and earth forces hit a precarious harmony, birthing a dynamic, singular habitat.

“Franka told me once, the Quicksand Lands house another Baojuns Seed Family... their lineage echoes the Sun Flame Dragon’s but stays far steadier.”

The tormented evolving form in the vision was probably his own.

The sheer torment of the shift, plus the bone sand backdrop in the prophecy, screamed of a perilously hazardous bloodline upgrade.

“Timing...” Ron pressed on, decoding further prophetic clues:

“Sky’s hue, sands’ drift direction... they align with the third quarter’s rare star alignment, when fire-earth clashes peak in Apocalypse season.”

He remembered Master Yuni’s lessons from Elemental Theory:

At opposition’s zenith between rival elements, bizarre blending phenomena frequently erupt.

Suffering and peril come with the territory, yet payoffs promise vast riches.

“Half a year till Apocalypse season—plenty for thorough groundwork.”

Ron etched the vital details in his mind:

“Craft a contingency scheme, stockpile crisis elixirs, and... reach out to Quicksand Lands’ experts.”

Hayek and Yuni, stationed at Sand Sea School, offered precise regional intel and vital aid.

The first prophecy’s reverberations lingered as the second sight ignited over Gemini Star Domain.

This vision twisted far more grotesquely, stirring queasy revulsion.

Myriad vein-resembling strands thrashed wildly in the emptiness, each radiating unique glows that embodied diverse creatures’ bloodline cores.

These vascular lines twisted together, consumed one another, merged, pulsing with dread-inducing throbs.

Amid this knotted bloodline cluster, a faint cranial contour began emerging gradually.

Yet crafting this skull proved savagely gruesome.

Eye hollows got assembled from splintered bones, crammed with multicolored irises;

The snout built from razor keratin;

The maw a horrifying gash lined by myriad minuscule fangs.

Most eye-catching stood the arched horns crowning it, pulsing with ghostly violet radiance.

Each glimmer from that glow warped nearby space subtly, smudging reality’s edges.

“The foretelling of forging the second Chimera head...”

As the prophecy’s mental strain battered him, Ron fought to unravel its essence:

“Gemini Star Domain embodies division’s paradoxical oneness with merging.”

The prophecy’s bloodline blending proved vaster and riskier than he’d foreseen.

Within the coiled vein strands, familiar traits stood out:

Franka’s concealed dragon lineage’s shadowy gloss;

Abyssal Creatures’ signature turmoil vibes;

Plus alien bloodlines unseen yet oddly recognizable...

“Chaos origin demands Apostle-tier entities...”

Drawing from Bloodline Studies lore for breakdown:

“Maybe via Stand-In Puppet’s link to Nari, snag a sample at that potency.”

Prophecy’s secondary bloodline traits sharpened into focus:

Desert Hunter’s feeler limbs, ecological mantis worm’s adjustment sacs, plus warped flesh from Abyss Fourth Layer.

Such components brimmed with potent venom and corruption; blending them spelled hellish torment.

Still, the prophecy’s close revealed the completed second head granting peril prescience, chaos defiance, and devastating mind assaults.

Those horns’ violet gleam hinted at some reality-bending terror.

“Price is steep, rewards even sweeter.”

Ron calmly balanced risks and boons: “A second head sensing threats ahead would skyrocket my odds of survival and choice precision.”

The final prophecy’s arrival plunged the divination chamber’s air into sudden chill.