Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) Chapter 456 456: The Mystic Scroll Appears Once More

Third Person's POV

The movent was eerily reminiscent of a jet from his previous life performing a desperate evasive maneuver to escape an explosion.

He hovered in the air and looked down.

Below him, the earth demon was gasping heavily, his breath ragged and uneven.

The earthen armor covering his arms had finally shattered under the combined effects of the creeping cold and the violent surges of earth mana he had forced through it.

Jagged fragnts fell away, revealing arms slick with blood as ruptured veins throbbed beneath the skin.

The sight was pitiful, but Ethan did not smile as he knew that this situation would never have beco so close if he had been willing to use his full strength from the beginning.

With his ranged dark spells and deceptive and sense confusing spells combined with his icy close-combat prowess, the fight could have ended far earlier.

But that had never been his intention, as he had deliberately chosen to rely solely on his body and ice elent with the intent to push himself into danger to test his limits.

And in that regard, he had succeeded, and more importantly, his true power remained hidden.

With so many spectators present, of whom many were his current enemies, future threats, and unknown observers, it was a relief that none of his deeper trump cards had been revealed.

As his thoughts settled, Ethan suddenly felt sothing strange stirring inside his body.

Waves of icy mana began to flow toward his left ankle, the very place where the bones had fractured during the forced, violent twist monts earlier.

The cool sensation was subtle at first, but it rapidly grew stronger, like cold water rushing through hidden channels beneath his skin, making him feel weird and he felt as if ants were crawling across his skin.

A ripple of faint but unmistakable cryptic bluish-white runes began to glow across his leg bones.

A cool, soothing sensation spread through the injury and seeped deep into the shattered joint and dulling the sharp pain with unnatural speed.

Within a few monts, it felt as though the damage had never existed at all, and through his soul sense, Ethan could clearly see what was happening.

The fractured ankle joint had fully healed, but instead of returning to its forr pale-white color, it now glowed with a faint light-blue hue, almost as if it had been infused with frozen crystal.

Those sa cryptic bluish-white runes he could not understand flickered across the healed bone and pulsed softly like living patterns carved into ice.

He could clearly feel how its toughness, density, and flexibility had all increased dramatically and had beco far beyond what they had been before.

His bone joint wasn't rely restored, but it seed as if it were reforged.

A deep sense of strength spread through his body as the change stabilized.

He could feel that his bones, not just in that ankle but faintly throughout his entire fra, had beco denser and sturdier, as though his skeleton itself had taken a small step toward a higher existence.

Feeling this profound feeling, a light seed to ignite inside his mind.

Ethan's eyes widened, and shock flashed through them as realization dawned upon him.

So this was it… he had finally grasped the crucial key to the breakthrough of his ice elent that was dependent on his body strengthening technique.

By subjecting his body to extre stress that would end up breaking his bones, he could allow the Arctic Sovereign Immortal Body Technique to repair and reinforce it, and as a result, force a qualitative evolution of his bones.

Instead of rely healing, his body was being pushed into a higher state every ti it endured and survived such destructive force.

Finally, his ice elent and physical body could be strengthened together, evolving in perfect tandem and driving his power to new heights.

At that exact mont of enlightennt, a blue ancient looking scroll suddenly appeared within his mind's soul sea, and the sight of it caused Ethan's heart to tremble.

Deep, buried mories surged to the surface of his consciousness as though ti itself had folded backward.

He rembered being just three years old and wandering too close to an ancient stone pillar in the Mistborn family's castle and being accidentally teleported into a frozen realm.

There, amid endless ice and silence, he had seen this very sa antique blue scroll floating upon a massive icy throne, and when he had touched it, darkness had swallowed him, only for him to awaken to a world-shaking battle between a colossal white wolf and an equally massive ice dragon.

It was later that he had learned the truth, that this technique was an ancient inheritance discovered by the ancestor of the Mistborn Clan deep within the Aurora Frost Mountains.

And after nearly a thousand years, through an impossible convergence of talent and fate, he had been the one to receive it.

While he was lost in those recollections, the scroll slowly unfurled in his soul sea.

As it opened, a skeletal figure with four arms appeared upon it.

It was embedded deep within a glacier, and through his soul sense, Ethan could clearly see its crystal-blue bones, gleaming like frozen gemstones within the ice.

Those bones were engraved with beautiful yet incomprehensible cryptic runes, the sa runes that had just appeared on his own ankle, though they were clearly more complex and seed to possess a mysterious power which he could feel even though he was only witnessing a picture.

Looking at the bony figure, ti seed to stop in his senses, but suddenly, a thunderous boom echoed through his mind.

The scroll vanished once more and dissolved into nothingness, but this ti sothing remained behind.

Ethan could faintly perceive a future path laid out before him.

It was a road of relentless refinent, growth that will be accompanied by brutality and overwhelming power.

The way forward was suddenly clear, yet even as excitent surged through his chest, a grimace ford on his face as he understood one simple truth.