Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

After the competition selection ended, Dago was directly invited to the Silver Tower.

Because of the sunlight, the upper part of the silver tower shone brightly, like a huge, luminous sword silently piercing the bright sky.

"The master of the Silver Tower!"

Dago slowly withdrew his gaze from the sky, recalling the few words Bernal had once spoken about the Tower Masters—wizards who created miracles.

Miracle.

According to Bernal, the Silver Tower Master should be at the pinnacle of the third-ring wizarding class, but has not yet fully entered the fourth-ring miracle.

However, Bernal has been exiled for a long time, so the information is outdated and some of the claims may not be accurate.

But whether it's the pinnacle of a third-ring wizard or a fourth-ring miracle, for Dago now, they are both unattainable and something to look up to.

Standing at the base of the tower, he naturally began to speculate and fantasize about the Silver Tower Master who was currently residing at the top—was the other person male or female? Tall or short, thin or fat? Cold or gentle in personality?

It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous at all. Although Dago was most likely preparing to receive an award, he still felt like he had been notified to go to the dean's office in his previous life.

Taking a deep breath, Dago was preparing to take his first step.

"Wait, Dago!"

A bright voice suddenly came from behind him.

Dago turned his head and saw a tall, thin young man in a silver robe walking quickly toward him.

The young man, Chongdago, smiled. "Thank you. My name is Steele."

Steele sighed, pointed to the entrance of the silver tower, and looked at him. "Are you going in? Together?"

After the middle section, the Silver Tower becomes a huge and independent space, unlike the multi-level design of the bottom mission hall in Dago's area. After the middle section, it is vertical.

A gray-white staircase extends from the entrance, spiraling upwards.

Countless books floated densely around the staircase, like loosely and randomly stacked cylindrical walls, with a beam of bright white light hanging down from the top, illuminating the entire upward path.

Soft light filters through the floating, open pages of the book, casting a faint halo around the edges. Looking up, the whole scene appears both mysterious and dreamlike, captivating and enchanting.

Knowledge and light intertwine, inspiring everyone who enters to yearn to explore the unknown realm.

Dago stood on the steps at the entrance, watching all of this in silence, lost in thought.

"Let's go, Dago."

Stilby stood a few steps higher than Bidalgo and greeted him like a friend, his voice full of cheerful enthusiasm, "You have so much more to see!"

Dago's heart was also stirred, and he couldn't wait to take a step forward.

"Buzz—"

He took a step, and a slight energy fluctuation came from the sole of his foot.

To his surprise, Dago found himself creating one pale blue, transparent ripple after another beneath his feet.

The spiritual silver mist in his mental space became lively and joyful like never before, making it ideal for meditation and refinement.

"etc."

Dago suddenly realized that this might be the so-called rune array that aids in mental meditation.

If one can stay in such an environment to meditate and cultivate oneself, over the years, one's spiritual strength will indeed grow far beyond that of others.

As Dago stepped onto the ascending stairs, ripples of pale blue spread out beneath his feet.

The books, suspended in the air around the steps, gathered towards him like playful birds, dancing gently in the drooping light and tiny dust particles.

Dago reached out and gently turned the pages of the books, looking at the words on the title pages: "The Elemental Realm," "Witchcraft in Dreams," "A Guide to Spiritual Language," and "The Art of Runes." He felt an indescribable peace and joy.

Suddenly, through the gaps between several books, Dago saw a pair of green eyes, full of curiosity and a thirst for exploration, staring intently at him.

He stared blankly for a moment, then gently pushed aside the books obstructing his view. He saw a witch with long flaxen hair laughing and running away quickly not far from the steps.

Was she looking at me just now?

Dargo watched the witch's departing figure, lost in thought.

He quickly took two steps up and discovered that behind the densely packed books around the steps were layers of circular platforms.

The outermost ring of these platforms is an open corridor, while the inner side is divided into many sections, with some wizards moving around on the platforms.

More than one wizard dressed in silver robes was staring at Dago, their eyes filled with a strange and delighted look.

"Forgive those old folks!"

Steele whispered to Dago, "It's been a long time since anyone new has entered the Silver Tower, and you're a newly promoted sixth-ranked cultivator. Do you know what that means? The number one among the younger generation in the Ring of Law."

As Dago listened to Steele's account, he noticed that the mental energy fluctuations emanating from these wizards were very strong, at least at the second level, or even higher.

Without exception, everyone bears some trace of the poison of time.

He recalled Bernal's "one hundred-year-old soul age" rule, which he figured must have come from former geniuses of the Dharma Ring who, after their soul age exceeded one hundred, retreated to the tower and devoted themselves to a life of meditation and research.

"If you don't like it, try this!"

Steele handed Dago a runic ring, engraved with the shape of a large banyan tree, from which faint, mysterious runic fluctuations emanated.

"It can temporarily block out the fluctuations of your mental energy, allowing you to return to the natural state of interacting with others that you desire."

Dago gently turned the banyan tree ring that Steele had given him, and a strange energy fluctuation emanated from the ring, gently enveloping him.

In an instant, the gazes that had been fixed on him receded like a tide, leaving only a very few strands of spiritual energy behind.

Dago looked in the direction from which the spiritual energy was directed and could see several aged figures half-hidden in the shadows. They were very powerful and belonged to the Third Ring.

It seems that the ring's magical effects have certain limitations, but it has certainly made Dargo feel much more relaxed.

"Thank you for your kindness."

Dargo handed the ring back to Steele, but Steele pushed it away.

"Keep it. You'll need it a lot after you leave. It's just a small item enchanted with a simple illusion spell; it's not worth many magic stones."

"In that case, I'll gladly accept!"

Dago gently stroked the patterns on the banyan tree ring, his eyes flickered slightly, and then he put it on his hand.

He seemed to be working as a "newcomer mentor" or something similar inside the Silver Tower, but Dago couldn't sense any specific level of his spiritual cultivation.

"Those old guys from the Third Ring Road want to study the ancient bloodline in you!"

Steele leaned closer to Ronan and whispered, "Never do business with them in private. They'll drive your value down. Give it to me, and I'll help you sell... I mean, get a good price."

After saying that, Steele ran a few steps up, facing the surroundings, his lips moving rapidly as if he were talking to someone.

A moment later, the lingering gaze of the third-ring wizards on Ronan faded away, and Dargo returned to his carefree state of being ignored.

Steele also had a similar tendency to be a chatterbox to Abbotchard; he walked ahead of Dargo, leading the way while constantly babbling on and on.

"The Silver Tower hasn't produced a genius at the sixth level for a very long time!"

"You are the first one in recent decades."

"You're different from Violet; everyone believes you have the potential to advance to the seventh level."

"The Thorn Ring has never produced a genius wizard of the Seven-Knot Saint level."

As Dago climbed the spiral staircase of books, amidst Steele's rambling, he unknowingly approached the source of the beam of light overhead.

"Clatter—"

He gently stepped onto the last step and saw a huge space resembling a halal dome, but the dome above was open, and looking up, a small sun was emitting a soft light.

At this moment, the activity of the silver mist in Dago's mental space had almost reached its peak, as if it were leaping and cheering, and even actively entering the gray sun to be refined by Dago.

The tower is surrounded by transparent crystal glass curtain walls, with several windows open, allowing the wind to whistle in from the outside and above.

"Over here."

Steele called to him softly and strode quickly toward a huge, semi-open room.

Dagger followed and saw countless books neatly piled on three sides of the room, with some crystals for display scattered on the wooden floor.

A person sat with their back to a long table that combined a magic experiment table and a desk, with a beautiful teapot with a brass spout and two silver teacups beside them.

There was also a silver staff inlaid with bright rubies, which constantly emitted powerful energy fluctuations that made Dargo's heart pound.

The figure with his back to him had long, straight hair as black as ink, which hung all the way to the clean floor, with a hair ribbon inlaid with tiny gemstones loosely tied around it.

She wore a robe made of smooth silk, embroidered with intricate and exquisite gold thread patterns. The cuffs of the robe were adorned with tiny gemstones and even had a delicate and beautiful white lace trim.

The master of the Silver Tower was actually a female wizard.

Even with her back to Dago, he could feel the natural elegance and nobility emanating from her.

Dago's azure eyes flickered, and he stopped a few steps away from entering the room. Wizard letters flew overhead like birds, landing and rising again in a flash.

She seemed to be busy with something, and it would be very impolite to disturb her at this time.

The young man leading the way, Steele, blinked at Dago, then suddenly took a few quick steps forward and leaped upwards.

In a rapid shift of light and shadow, he transformed into a brightly colored conch parrot, and then gracefully landed on a silver bird stand in the corner of the room.

Then, it uttered a strange and playful sound, repeating over and over: "He's here! He's here! Dago Heca, the future hope of the Silver Tower, he's here!"