Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 814 - 366: The Coming Storm

Deep inside the Flesh and Blood Forest, grotesque bunches of organs hurled patchy shadows beneath a ghostly luminescent shine.

Ron lurked quietly behind a colossal "Heart Tree," featuring a house-sized heart that throbbed with steady, mighty rhythm.

With every pulsation, thick crimson fluid oozed out from its tightly clustered pores.

In mid-air, the fluids hardened into minuscule blood droplets, emitting a fragile tinkling akin to wind chimes in an eerie manner.

He triggered "Extraordinary Recognition," scrutinizing the nearing white-haired silhouette via a unique lens.

Beneath her alluring exterior, Uphemia’s actual framework lay exposed like a vivid dissection chart right before him.

The White-haired Witch’s bloodline framework displayed staggering intricacy.

Across her veins flowed three markedly distinct energies, as Ron discerned:

Pure human lineage radiated white glow, serving as the core of her primal physique;

Crimson Blood Race features, flowing like molten magma, endowed her with formidable vitality and regenerative prowess;

Most disturbing emerged the third power—a pitch-black energy reminiscent of an endless chasm, coiling along the vessel interiors while releasing a revolting aura of rot.

Such a creation stood as a jaw-dropping "work of art."

"Triple bloodline fusion..." Ron pondered silently:

"Modifications to this level—even elite Bloodline Modifiers would find it tough to secure such flawless equilibrium."

Thoughts turned to the tale of Aiden, King of Blood, supreme authority in Bloodline Studies who fell prey to his insatiable hunger for power.

"Rumors check out; Aiden’s bloodline tuning methods truly hit unparalleled summits."

Yet Ron soon picked up on a vital element.

A subtle silver sigil marked Uphemia’s neck.

This emblem pulsed with known Void Remains energy waves, matching Uther’s distinctive force signature.

"The professor’s surveillance rune... Looks like the watchpost has already unmasked her identity."

Right then, his waist-hung rune stone flared with sudden heat.

Ron’s pulse quickened as he forged an urgent bond with Uther.

The veteran professor’s words resounded in his mind, brimming with haste and alert:

"Ron, that woman’s far from commonplace. She’s Aiden, King of Blood’s test creation, tagged as ’Number 18.’ Her intent’s probably bloodline corrosion or mind domination aimed at you."

Uther’s tone dripped with intense scorn:

"I’ve set a tracking mark on her, yet her bodily sigil weave is insanely elaborate. Stay utterly wary—never let her touch your skin."

"Additionally," the elder professor’s voice turned profoundly somber:

"She bears extra missions too. My hunch says the odd moves from Blood Tear Duke Asmond lately, along with various Abyssal Apostles eyeing you, all link to her emergence."

Link severed, Ron pieced together a sharper grasp of events.

A "weapon" masterfully shaped by the King of Blood, honed just for him.

Still, this foe might flip into a tool under his sway.

As plans brewed in his mind, a soul-shaking bass thunder boomed from the horizon.

Resembling a primordial colossal beast’s bellow, the noise bore savage, manic force that set the full Flesh and Blood Forest quaking.

Airborne Magic Power density surged wildly, while reality’s already mangled weave grew yet more chaotic.

"Nari’s started her move..."

Linked spiritually to the Stand-In Puppet, Ron keenly felt the antique entity’s emotional surge.

Currently, Nari overflowed with rare fervor, akin to a dam awaiting her far-wandering progeny’s return.

Yet this show of "motherly love" sufficed to wreck a Chaos Storm over hundreds of miles.

Rumble—

The Abyss Fourth Layer’s vault underwent wild upheaval.

Myriad rifts savagely split the original violet-black canopy, unleashing torrents of disordered essence.

Lacking stable shape, this essence flowed fluidly at times, gusted gaseous others, or clumped into freakish, beyond-words configurations.

Storm heart barreled toward the Flesh and Blood Forest; its path warped even the Abyss’s own bent laws further.

Flesh trees liquefied into gooey sludge in spots, others flared blindingly, blazing as pocket suns.

Far worse, time and space principles hazed over in the tempest’s grip.

In the distance, Ron spotted a tree existing simultaneously in three distinct temporal phases: growth, maturity, and decay, resembling a ghostly triple-exposed photograph.

"The chaos control power of the Innate Apostle..."

While readying his countermeasures, he stood in awe of this incomprehensible might.

Though Nari unleashed this storm for his safeguard, chaos makes no distinction between allies and enemies.

Within such a realm, even its originator needed utmost vigilance.

From his storage bag, Ron drew out a pre-made "Abyss Adaptation Potion".

He had brewed this unique elixir by merging spore bloodline features with extraterrestrial tech supplied by Cassandra.

In mere moments, it dramatically boosted resilience to chaotic surroundings.

Upon consuming the deep blue potion, a singular effect rapidly emerged.

Ron sensed his perceptual faculties sharpening, while forging an odd "affinity" with the turbulent chaotic energies enveloping him.