Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Robins, how's your research on the tripolar mirror purification array going? Any breakthroughs?"

High above the fighting arena, an old white-bearded wizard dressed in a magnificent robe stood casually.

Several figures were vaguely visible around him, their exact forms unclear, like blurry projections of light. They were talking in hushed tones.

"There are still a few key parts of the runes that are not yet complete, and I have very little relevant knowledge to refer to."

"After the ancient wizarding power, Mirror Forest, was destroyed, it left no systematic inheritance. All research on space and mirror magic relied entirely on the analysis and reverse deduction of runes by later generations, which is unavoidable."

Someone gently comforted him, "It'll be soon. Once the core area of ​​the Mirror Forest is fully opened, some new runes and magical items will inevitably be released, and your problem should be solved then."

Robbins, the white-bearded old wizard, shook his head. "That's true, but how many valuable things will actually end up in our hands?"

"Then let's just wait for the opportunity to exchange."

A hoarse, indistinguishable male or female voice whispered something, seemingly bypassing the others present and talking privately with the third-ring wizard, Stewart.

Robbins's aged eyes flickered with light, and his lips moved rapidly and slightly.

"Buzz—"

An incredibly strong energy fluctuation came from a nearby direction, but as it reached the group, it immediately dissipated into a slight breeze.

The voice of the third-ring wizard Robin Spikesby suddenly stopped, and everyone's attention returned to the battle in front of them.

Several third-ring wizards looked up and clearly saw the entire process of countless cyan streams condensing into a giant hand of light.

The rapidly fluctuating resonance of the domain in the air, along with the swirling, whale-like wind-elemental energy particles, surged towards a single point.

A soft sigh of admiration escaped someone's lips: "Violet, I still remember how flustered and nervous he was when he first walked into the tower. It's amazing how much he's grown up to be this great."

"The Hand of Einelm, the wizarding book that records the legends and information about the wind-eating giant Einelm, was the one I lent to Violet, wasn't it? Tsk tsk, I didn't expect him to actually comprehend it."

"With the late second ring and an additional layer of domain resonance, Violet is already qualified to embrace the sixth-level rating. Robbins, have you mentioned this to the Ring Master?"

A blurry figure looked at the old wizard, who simply replied, "The Ring Lord is watching now; I have no need to say more."

The figure speaking made a shrug.

Several third-ring wizards, including Robbins, watched the ever-changing energy fluctuations in the distance as if admiring a flawless, exquisite oil painting.

They watched the ever-solidifying energy beams of the giant hand, occasionally offering words of praise or commentary, much like a group of elegant nobles watching a tea party performance.

Suddenly, someone clicked their tongue softly, and then everyone's gaze, which had been focused on Violet controlling the giant hand of light, naturally shifted downwards.

All of this landed on a frail, helpless figure, as if he could be torn to shreds at any moment by the terrifying energy turbulence raging around him.

"This poor child seems to have been completely terrified by Violet's domain resonance."

"Judging from his performance in previous battles, he shouldn't be intimidated. Perhaps his overconfidence, which had reached its peak, was severely shaken!"

"In this battle, his only value to Violet was his mastery of a magical resonance technique. Apart from preventing Violet from achieving her goals, he could not offer any other resistance."

A blurry figure sighed softly, "I know these exceptionally talented youngsters too well. Their pride won't allow them to accept any form of insult, even if their talent surpasses Violet's; the only difference is a bit more time to accumulate experience!"

"That's not the point. The point is, in this situation, as the person in charge of this competition selection, shouldn't Robbins do something?"

Some people turned their gaze to the old wizard Robbins, who had remained silent, and couldn't help but mutter.

Robbins was already whispering something to someone.

High in the sky below the figure, a silver spider reluctantly wove its web in the air, yet hesitated to approach.

Robbins shook his head, gently raising the staff in his hand. A slight energy fluctuation emanated from the tip of his staff.

Sudden.....

"Bang!!!"

A massive explosion, far exceeding any previous one, rang out.

An unprecedented surge of energy, like a landslide and a tsunami, poured out, breaking through the stable domain field of the area where they were located. The calm was shattered, and a gale instantly billowed the robes of the third-ring wizard.

Robbins's movement of raising his staff came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, and he and the other third-ring wizards instinctively looked ahead in unison.

They waited until their eyes and mental energy caught the sudden change that had occurred in the battle.

The expressions on the faces of these three-ring wizards, who had always exuded a relaxed and carefree air, all froze.

Their pupils contracted little by little, as if they were seeing something extremely unbelievable.

After a deathly silence that felt as long as a century and as short as half a breath, slightly distorted sounds of astonishment slowly rose from the room.

"This...this is the aura of an ancient pillar?! This kid...there's actually some kind of ancient pillar power flowing through him!!"

When your awe and reverence for something reaches its peak in your heart, it is ruthlessly shattered and flattened, like a towering mountain suddenly collapsing silently before your eyes, breaking into countless tiny specks of dust.

The shock and impact of that process would be enough to make anyone's mind stop and their heart stop.

This was the feeling of most of the magic circle wizards who were watching this battle.

They watched as Violet, like a king ruling the sky, summoned a terrifying, colossal energy hand that blotted out the heavens after a resonance of her domain.

The overwhelming wind-elemental energy particles, like a barrier, enveloped the entire space with an extremely dense aura of domain.

That terrifying power, carrying the majesty of the sky, the force that could tear and crush everything, even made some people unable to resist bowing down in worship.

However......

All of this was shattered in a sudden, unexpected moment.

All anyone could see was a massive black shadow, unstoppable, like a black sun rising from the earth's core.

Nothing could stop the rise of this colossal shadow. It pierced straight through the palm of the Enelm's luminous giant hand, which was covered with energy patterns and intertwined with countless mysterious domain energies, and continued upward.

"Click-clack—"

The enormous energy hand resembled a beautiful crystal artifact struck by an arrow, and countless spiderweb-like cracks rapidly appeared on its radiant surface.

The black giant shadow completely broke through the giant hand's obstruction, piercing through the entire runic giant hand!

"boom!"

The colossal energy hand that had been obscuring the sky shattered with a deafening roar, instantly transforming into countless torrents of wind-based energy that spread wildly in all directions.

"Whoosh—"

An unprecedented gale swept across the entire arena, leaving only a hazy blue expanse between heaven and earth. The light of countless runes and magic arrays flickered erratically, as if an elemental catastrophe had just erupted.

The spell that resonated with a single domain was broken head-on?

How could a spell generated by resonance within a single domain be defeated in such a way?

The many magic circle wizards around the arena looked dazed, staring blankly at the chaotic and spectacular scene of energy dissipation before them, as if they had just experienced a dream and had not yet escaped from it.

Violet was also caught in a moment of stagnation.

The young wizard, who seemed to never lose his composure and peace, subconsciously reached out a hand, making a grabbing motion, his expression blank.

He seemed to want to grasp something, or tear away the illusion obscuring his vision.

However, the scene before him remained unchanged; his first domain resonance had indeed collapsed, leaving only an empty reality.