Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

After finishing the last thing he needed to do, Dago finally couldn't hold on any longer and "exhaustedly" let go of his body.

Close your eyes and let the earth's gravity pull you down.

He has no strength or mental energy left.

I just want to land like this and lie down for a while.

The wind whistled past Dago's ears, blowing his disheveled black hair and brushing it against his cheeks.

Dargo closed his eyes, calmly awaiting the moment he would fall to the ground, knowing that a wizard would catch him below.

It's over. For him, this competition and trial is completely over.

He defeated everyone he wanted to defeat and achieved every goal he wanted to achieve.

But he was so tired, all he wanted to do was get some sleep.

"Bang!"

With a soft thud, Dago, disturbed, opened his eyes.

He was surprised to find that he had not fallen onto the solid fighting square, but was caught by a force and landed on a wide, relatively soft net mat.

"You're really something, kid. You even defeated Violet! With bloodlines imbued with the aura of the past, to achieve such a feat in the late stages of the first ring is unprecedented and unbelievable. You're so outstanding that I can't help but feel jealous."

He caught one of his guys in mid-air with a net, babbling incoherently with all sorts of incomprehensible praise.

Dago couldn't help but interrupt.

"Shut up, you giant spider! You're as noisy as a giant mosquito!"

"Well!"

The spider Abochild stopped speaking abruptly and shut its mouth in a muffled voice.

Dago had just enjoyed a moment of peace when he suddenly felt Abochild stop him at a certain location.

He propped himself up from the giant spider's back in Abochild, his expression slightly startled.

Suddenly, I realized that I was in an extremely high place.

He surpasses everyone else.

He stood up from Biabochild's back and looked down, where he could see Violet, Chaplin, Carl Paul, and even Jareden's silhouette.

There were also the other Ring Wizards, the three-ring white-bearded wizard holding a staff, and several three-ring wizards standing beside the white-bearded old wizard, their faces still showing astonishment and strangeness.

Dago saw everyone, every opponent he had defeated.

Everyone was looking at him, and every face tilted upwards was filled with too many indescribable and complex expressions.

At this moment, he heard Abochild beneath him speak in a muffled voice, "Kid, don't think I'm being long-winded. The Ring Master of the Thorn Ring will personally crown you. He'll probably use a high-level projection spell to project your image so that those members who aren't here can remember and admire it. You'd better tidy up your current appearance first."

Abochild was rambling on and on, but Dago couldn't hear a word he was saying.

He could feel a vast, heaven-like spiritual force coming from behind him, gently landing on him like soft water, completely enveloping him.

Strange energy fluctuations arose, and milky-white light spots emerged, surging towards Dago like swallows returning to their nests.

As the light merged in, Dago's mental fatigue was quickly soothed, and even his severely damaged soul was replenished.

Just as Dagger was surprised, "Ding~~~"

A clear, resonant sound, like the plucking of a harp string, resonated from the depths of his mind.

Dago noticed that his soul body in his mental space had grown significantly stronger, and the last bit of deficiency had been made up, giving him a feeling of complete perfection and reaching a certain ultimate state.

Perhaps it was due to the effect of these strange lights, or perhaps it was due to the catalysis of a series of high-intensity battles, but at this moment, he finally stepped into the second circle of wizards, and even had the magic stones left to purchase the mental energy atomization array.

Just as Dago was overjoyed, he suddenly noticed that the milky white light had disappeared, replaced by countless dazzling golden light.

He blinked and tried to touch the golden specks with his hand. The golden specks passed through his fingertips without leaving any effect; they simply danced and swirled around him.

In just a short while, countless golden light spots gathered around Dago's body.

At the same time, strong magical fluctuations emanated from beneath him.

A huge beam of projection light enveloped Dago, and the next moment, the image of a fair-skinned, handsome young man with black hair and blue eyes was projected directly into the sky and into more places with live broadcast arrays.

Facing the projected image that is exactly like oneself, one experiences the so-called "coronation" ceremony.

Dagger silently thought to himself, "How embarrassing!"

High above a defensive array surrounding the arena, a faintly glowing runic hot air balloon.

Holding a small parasol, Linda pouted, but kept cursing the wizard-merchant who had tricked her into paying for a week's worth of hot air balloon rentals in one go: "Damn it, you swindler!!"

"They said there would definitely be a chance to see it, that the energy shield used for defense in the arena would get thinner day by day, and that visibility would improve, but instead I've been stuck here in the sun for three or four days!"

"How could the energy of the defensive array possibly weaken? Unless the array stops operating, the protective shield can't become transparent. Anyone with even a little knowledge of magic knows that. Haven't you noticed that in the past few days, it's just the two of us left here?"

Stuart explained in a low voice, but Linda grabbed his arm and started biting it like a puppy.

"What's the point of saying this now? Why didn't you remind me sooner? Do you know how many magic stones I spent renting the hot air balloon for the past few days?!"

"I told you so, but you wouldn't listen. Hey, Linda, go easy on me."

Just as the two were playfully fighting, suddenly, a strong beam of magical light pierced through the thick, crystal-like defensive array in front of them and shot into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and slender humanoid projection appeared.

"I'll bite you to death, uh!"

Linda, who was gnawing on Stuart's arm, froze when she saw the magical projection in the sky so close to her.

She blankly released Stuart's arm, gazing at the sky, not even noticing the thin line of saliva that stretched between her mouth and Stuart's arm.

Linda's attention was entirely focused on the magical projection surrounded by countless golden lights.

She stared intently for a moment, then blinked, turned to Stuart beside her, pointed to the sky, and asked, "Stuart, you have sharp eyes! Doesn't that person look like Lord Dargo?"

Stuart was equally stunned, his expression dazed, shaking his head as he murmured, "I...don't know either."

Surrounded by countless golden lights, Dago was handsome, tall, mysterious, and noble. The words "the chosen one of heaven" seemed to be perfectly embodied in him.

Jealousy! Envy! Amazement! Indifference!

Various reactions were displayed on the faces of countless wizards. Some had fanatical eyes, some had endless longing on their faces, and some glanced at the screen and then went back to their laboratories as if it were none of their business.

Countless golden rays slowly formed six swastikas behind Dago, an ancient and widely circulated symbol of the Thorn Ring, representing the level of genius.

The process of Dago being crowned with the Six Thorn Swastikas was projected through magic and displayed in its entirety over the vast city of Claytam.

Like a hurricane sweeping across the entire city of Cletam, it engulfed the wizards, apprentices, and ordinary people living on the outskirts of Cletam, as well as the numerous floating islands surrounding the four towers.

Dago Heca's name is remembered by many today.