The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 545 The mother plant was killed
Lia stood not far away, draped in a silver-white cloak, her hands clasped together in front of her chest, a soft and pure white aura surrounding her, the powerful and holy light magic she had guided.

She slowly approached the dreamlike yet perilous array of mirrors, carefully channeling her spiritual power into it.

"I will use holy power to mislead them and force them step by step into the core trap, making it impossible for them to escape."

Lia said calmly, her eyes gentle yet resolute, "We must go all out in this battle."

The night wind rustled the corners of the tattered tents at the edge of the camp, carrying with it a faint, eerie buzzing sound from afar—a low, menacing call from the spore mother plant stirring at the other side of the dimensional rift, one of the most dangerous signals at the intersection of time and space.

David stood at the edge of the new defensive line built around the altar, his whole body engulfed in eerie blue flames, his presence as majestic and menacing as a frost wolf.

He gazed ahead at the enormous labyrinthine structure beneath the sky, woven from billions of cold, faint lights, ever-changing yet seemingly real.

"After Lia and Amy complete their guidance, I will seize the opportunity to close the rift entrance, firmly lock the passage with the Divine Remains Crystal, and capture the core spore mother plant at the same time!"

He gripped the obsidian-like crystal fragment at his waist, its strange patterns flowing slowly as if alive.

He knew that if he made the slightest mistake at this moment, not only would his own life be in danger, but the entire battle could also be lost.

As the sky gradually darkened, and everything was ready, they began to lay out their final plan: Amy would first activate the Zero Degree Domain to condense an ice mirror, with Leah injecting holy magic to assist in guiding the trajectory; Lena and several elite guards would be responsible for clearing out lurking enemies on the perimeter, providing a stable environment for the main formation; David, on the other hand, would monitor the fluctuations in the rift and prepare to launch the crucial sealing action.
As the first batch of silver-gray parasitic tentacles stepped into the mirrored area, they were quickly troubled by layers of reflection and refraction. No matter how they tried to escape by phase shifting, they seemed to have fallen into an endless corridor. Every time they launched an attack, they were interfered with by their own path misjudgment. They were constantly entangled in the complex and winding passages, becoming more and more panicked.

The obsidian crystal's blue ripples also launched precise counterattacks against those who failed in their raids, suppressing their power to a minimum.

In an instant, the sounds of flesh flying and tearing apart intertwined with a low, corrosive hum, like the most mournful wail in a desolate wasteland, making everyone's blood boil, yet they dared not relax their vigilance in the slightest.

The atmosphere gradually reached its peak. In the intense offensive and defensive rhythm between the two sides, Lena swung her sword to slash at the mycelial tentacles that were trying to break through the outer edge of the trap. She was as agile and nimble as a cheetah, and every movement was precise to the millimeter. She blocked the enemy's encirclement attempt at the fastest speed. The sweat on her forehead immediately froze into tiny frost beads and slid down her cheeks, but it did not diminish the flame of her fighting spirit in the slightest.

"Stay vigilant! Don't give them any openings!"

She shouted, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a strong energy wave signal from David raising the fragment of the divine relic crystal—marking the operation entering a critical phase!
At this moment, strange vibrations came from the nearby void; they were unstable aftershocks generated before the spatial rift closed.

In that instant, the calamity foretold in the distant prophecy of the "Three-Colored Ice Crystals" seemed to materialize almost there, but instead of fear, the people exchanged resolute glances, their unwavering resolve setting them apart to face the impending trial.
David raised the crystal fragment high, using an ancient incantation to awaken the obsidian shadow power hidden within. His entire body erupted with blazing flames and ghostly blue frost, creating a stunning contrast that was both beautiful and deadly.

He took a single step forward, striking with the force of a thunderbolt towards the entrance of the void rift where the large spore mother plant, which was constantly twisting and deforming and continuously spewing corrosive mycelial nostrils, was located—

With a blazing, dazzling explosion, endless obsidian ripples spread rapidly, completely sealing off the chaotic space and causing it to distort and vibrate.

The enormous spore mother plant was bound within it and could no longer wreak havoc. It roared and tore at the air, but was ultimately imprisoned for eternity!

On the frigid, icy plains, the battle had just ended, and the air was still thick with the smell of gunpowder and the chill of the ground.

As the gray sky gradually revealed a dim ray of dawn, it shone on the shattered camp, making the remains, corroded by flesh and obsidian ripples, appear even more desolate and solemn in the cold light.

David stood near the sealed entrance to the rift, holding a fragment of divine remnant crystal in his hand. His entire body was still burning with eerie blue flames, the contrast between the intense heat and the icy cold creating a strange effect.

His forehead was covered in sweat, and his breathing was rapid and heavy.

The high-level energy ripples released by the divine remains crystal surged like a tide, stimulating the ancient and powerful Frostwolf bloodline within his body.

However, this force is not entirely under control.

Frequently mobilizing the chaotic power within the divine remains crystal caused his Frost Wolf bloodline to gradually go berserk. The beastly power that had once been silently dormant within him became restless, like a sleeping dragon awakening in the abyss.

His body began to tremble involuntarily, and an indescribable chill slowly spread from the depths of his bones, as piercing and merciless as the harshest winter.

The eerie blue flames flickered, and a wilder, more intense light surged in his eyes. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, yet he could not suppress the power that was gradually spreading out of control.

"This can't go on."

David muttered a low incantation to himself, but his voice grew increasingly hoarse. He suddenly knelt on the hard ice, his whole body feeling as if it were being crushed by a thousand pounds of pressure, each breath accompanied by pain and struggle.

In the distance, the wind and snow intensified, with countless snowflakes fluttering down like endless silver wings battering the sky, yet unable to bring any warmth to this battlefield.

Seeing this, Lia rushed over from the tent. Her eyes were urgent and determined. Ignoring the biting cold wind that made her tightly wrap her silver cloak around her body, she quickly came to David's side and gently placed her hands on his shoulders.

Her soft yet firm words, like water melting the dead of winter, brought the dawn of life to the desolate wasteland:

“David, you must calm down. I will use the dual cultivation technique to guide your life energy and help you through this crisis.”

She closed her eyes and focused her mind, her whole body surrounded by spiritual energy. A pure white halo slowly flowed from her palm to David's entire body, forming a stark contrast with the raging yet chaotic blue flames within him.

She gently guided the chaotic and restless energy, transforming it into a more stable and orderly flow of energy.

Time seemed to stand still as an invisible bond of souls was forged between the two of them. This bond transcended the barriers of space and reached the core of their spirits, silently connecting and merging the rhythms of their lives.

A new rhythm, both warm and resilient, resonates in the air, like the sacred dawn illuminating the darkest corners of the soul during the polar night.

Lena and Zelllos watched this scene from afar, their eyes filled with complex emotions: a mixture of hope and trepidation at the awakening of an unknown power.

They knew that this redemption was not only about David personally, but also a crucial factor in the success or failure of the entire disaster relief operation—because once the Frostwolf bloodline went out of control, its destructive power would exceed everyone's imagination.

A moment later, when Lia slowly opened her eyes, her face was as calm as melting snow, yet it contained profound wisdom and resilience. "His life energy has gradually stabilized. Now we must help him guide this bloodline power to prevent it from spiraling out of control."

David slowly regained his composure after trembling all over. He slightly opened his pair of dark blue pupils, and the flames that flickered within them were no longer raging, but shone with a deeper, calmer, and stronger light, like starlight in the night sky.

What's even more astonishing is that the hair on his shoulders and back faintly emanates a silvery-gray glow, which, under the clear morning light, resembles a galaxy reflected on the sea. A layer of faint silver light surrounds him, unlike an ordinary creature, but more like a phantom of a frost wolf from ancient legends, embodying the essence of heaven and earth.
Amy approached, carefully observing and touching a few strands of silvery fur. Her voice was low and filled with awe: "This is... a latent evolutionary phenomenon? It seems to be a unique awakening resulting from the interaction between the ancient Frostwolf bloodline and the Chaos Runes."

This not only enhances your abilities, but may also grant you greater spatial awareness and the potential to control laws.

Zelllos nodded approvingly, the wrinkles on his face seeming to smooth out slightly with satisfaction. "This is the 'Moon Shadow Frost Soul' phenomenon from the Star-Eyed Clan's legend—only those who have undergone extreme trials and achieved spiritual resonance can activate it."

This signifies that you have crossed into a new realm.

On the far north ice plains, the cold winds still rage, and snowflakes flutter down like a silver nightmare, constantly pounding against the tattered tents and the frozen earth.

In the camp, the fire emitted a faint warmth, illuminating each face, pale yet resolute from a long, sleepless night.

A chilling and tense atmosphere filled the air; everyone could sense that the future was still fraught with danger, but this did not stop them from moving forward.

David had just experienced redemption after his bloodline went berserk. His silver-gray fur shimmered with a faint silver light in the morning light, a mark of the evolution of power and the burden of responsibility.

He stood in the center of the camp, his face calm, yet he knew full well that the task ahead would be even more arduous.

At that moment, he slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the biting cold wind, and infused the heavy responsibility into his breath.

"We must conduct an in-depth dissection of the spore mother plant that was sealed in the fissure."

"Only by uncovering its true core secret can we completely sever the source of this disaster," Zelllos said in a low voice, his words as heavy as glaciers, revealing an undeniable determination.

The group prepared around the edge of the shattered void rift, where a new defensive line, woven from obsidian and ghostly blue flames, tightly protected the space from external interference.

The air was unusually heavy, each breath bringing a slight shiver, as if the space itself was holding its breath in anticipation of revealing a secret.

Lena's slender yet strong fingers lightly touched a crystal-clear ice core that seemed to contain endless coldness—a special tissue sample taken from inside the spore mother plant.

Her gaze sharpened, and a complex, indescribable look appeared between her brows—a look that seemed to contain everything that transcended common sense and broke the boundaries of cognition.

Amy focused intently on using the Chaos Runes, adjusting the energy to an extremely precise state, and carefully guiding the power of the magic crystal to permeate into the sample.

“Look here,” she said slowly, “there’s a strange crystal embedded in the center of the sample—a dimensional ice crystal.”

Zelllos stepped forward, his gaze fixed intently on the tiny crystal that shimmered with a cold light like a fragment of a star.

“Dimensional Ice Crystal.” His voice was deep and filled with awe. “A legendary relic that can connect different spatial dimensions, and the energy it releases is enough to tear apart the veil of spacetime.”

As the analytical runes gradually covered the entire sample surface, a strange fluctuation quietly spread out.

The air began to distort and deform, as gentle as ripples on the surface of water, yet concealing immense power.

A series of spatial-temporal turbulence erupted from the center of the dimensional ice crystal, and the indescribable sense of instability made everyone's heart clench.

David's brow was furrowed, and all his muscles were tense.

He felt a resonance deep within his own heart, a power that subtly stirred the newly awakened Frostwolf soul within his bloodline.

"It seems that the rampage of the Heart of Ice is not simply a matter of spell malfunction, but rather caused by the leakage of energy released by this dimensional ice crystal."

He thought to himself in a low voice, "This abnormal fluctuation is constantly stimulating my blood, causing it to vibrate."

Amy gripped her staff tightly with both hands, her brow furrowing deeper, but her eyes growing ever more resolute.

"If it cannot be controlled, the entire experiment and the war will fall into an even greater crisis."

This is no ordinary magical fluctuation; we need more precise methods to seal or guide it.

Lia stood silently to the side, her silver-white cloak fluttering in the wind, a pure and soft white aura surrounding her. She closed her eyes in meditation, pouring the holy light of life into the area around the analytical instruments, hoping to stabilize the flow of time and the order of space to prevent the spread of chaos.

On her face, there was not only the calmness unique to wizards, but also an indomitable spirit and conviction, like the only undying starlight in the long, dark winter.

Zellos took out a thick ancient book, the words on it faintly shimmering with a blue-silver light. "This book records a similar phenomenon. When a dimensional relic is out of balance, it will cause the ecosystem and time to interfere with each other, resulting in a chain reaction of mutations. We may have found a way to break it, but we need to take a great risk and personally enter the core of the barrier to cast a spell to control it."

Their eyes met, and they all saw the resolute flame flickering in each other's eyes.

This is not only a scientific exploration, but also a test of the soul—facing the unknown, they are willing to put their lives on the edge of a knife, just to protect this glimmer of hope for a world that is still fragile but worth protecting.

Subsequently, under meticulous planning, they established a multi-layered protective array. Amy was responsible for summoning the Zero Degree Domain to stabilize the environment, Lia continuously guided holy magic to purify the aura, and Lena led an elite squad to be responsible for perimeter security.

Zellos personally initiated the consciousness linking ritual, enabling team members to share mental images and emotional fluctuations in real time, achieving the most tacit cooperation in times of crisis.

(End of this chapter)