He gripped the red and blue gems tightly in his hands. The scorching fire element and the icy ice element seeped into his body from his palms. Yet, amidst these two extreme energies, Ronnie felt no discomfort. He was thinking, constantly thinking. On the continent of Yangon, regardless of which of the five great empires, the ranks of mages are the same, from lowest to highest: Junior Mage, Intermediate Mage, Senior Mage, Archmage, Sorcerer, Archmage, and Divine Descent Master. He was currently just a lowly Junior Mage. The reason the Ice God Tower could become the guardian of the entire Ice Moon Empire was precisely because it possessed the most powerful mage—the Divine Descent Master. Even with his father's Sorcerer abilities, he was utterly helpless before that Divine Descent Master. What use was his hatred, no matter how much he hated him?
Ronnie's heart turned cold. A Divine Descent Master was an unattainable peak for those who cultivated magic. It wasn't a realm that could be reached purely through cultivation. It required not only opportunity and comprehension, but also the support of countless high-grade crystals. Only after years of arduous training, merging with the heavens and earth, could one possibly successfully seduce a deity and unleash the most powerful twelfth-tier magic. Besides the Ice God Tower, which had one Divine Descent Master, legend had it that there were two others on the entire continent, but no one could confirm their existence. Therefore, the Ice Moon Empire has always held a transcendent position across the entire continent of Yangon. To contend with a Divine Descendant with my meager abilities? That would undoubtedly be suicide. Grandpa Chambers was right; unless my magic reaches the point of annihilating my enemies, what meaning does hatred hold? Perhaps I really should seal away my memories of hatred. My father said before leaving for the Ice God Tower that only by not letting hatred cloud my judgment could I possibly rescue my mother. Doing so, temporarily setting aside my hatred, might be the best way to secure revenge in the future.
Thinking this, Ronnie's heart cleared, a faint smile appearing in his eyes. He murmured to himself, "Grandpa Chambers, although you didn't successfully seal the hatred in my heart, Ronnie sealed it himself. One day, when I can contend with a Divine Summoner, I will integrate the surname my father bestowed upon me. Father, Mother, will you truly be happy that Ronnie has let go of hatred? Don't worry, one day, one day I will avenge you."
He clenched his fists tightly, the Ice Goddess Stone and the Fire God Stone deeply contacting his skin. Immersed in his decision, Ronnie didn't notice the strange exchange between the water and fire elements around his body. Lying flat on his bed, he began his daily meditation. His father had once told him that there were no shortcuts in cultivating magic; only through constant meditation and constant communication with the magical elements could one gradually acquire greater magical power. Under the influence of magical power, elements of the same attribute would resonate, releasing even stronger magic through incantations.
Previously, Ronnie only practiced fire magic. However, before he used the scroll to teleport to that mountain, his mother had given him something with all her might: the Ice Goddess Stone. With this stone, Ronnie was surprised to discover that a portion of his fire magic had transformed into ice magic. Upon internal observation, the magic within him formed two distinct factions, separated by his body, appearing extremely strange. This was why he could unleash low-level magic through the two gems in a critical moment.
Today was his first training session after obtaining the two gems. With his eyes closed, Ronnie mentally summoned the magical elements in the air. A scene of half-blue, half-red magic appeared within his body. Fire magic elements, after being absorbed, naturally merged into the right side of his body, while ice magic elements, after being absorbed, naturally drifted to his left side. The red and blue elements, with the center of Ronnie's body as the dividing line, merged within their respective areas except for his brain, without interfering with each other.
Only now could Ronnie calmly consider his current magical state, the state of his body puzzling him. When Ragnar taught him magic, he had told him that the best choice for a mage was to cultivate only one type of magic; only in this way could one possibly reach the pinnacle of magic. If one cultivated several types of magic, it would inevitably lead to a dispersion of mental energy, making further progress difficult after reaching a certain level. Moreover, among the seven known elements of magic, there are two opposing forces: ice and fire, and light and darkness. Ice and water share a common origin and can be considered a type of magic; ice magic itself is a variant of water magic. Ice and fire are completely opposite; no one can possess both extremes of magic simultaneously. Cultivating them concurrently could potentially harm oneself due to the conflict between ice and fire. When Ronnie first began learning magic, Ragnar had given him a choice, as his body could accept both fire and ice elements. Ronnie chose fire magic, which was easier to master, and continued his training with Ragnar. However, his inherent ice constitution had not disappeared. Ragnar assumed that once Ronnie's fire magic reached a certain level, his ice constitution would become negligible, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He didn't even realize that Ronnie's ice constitution was subtly influencing him every time he meditated.