Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Throughout the whole process, Dago felt that Undine gave him a rather peculiar feeling.

Perhaps it is true, as she said, that she had only recently taken over as the master of the Silver Tower.

Dargo could sense that Undine was really trying hard to play the role of "Tower Master" well, and she was constantly oscillating between maintaining her dignity and showing friendliness.

It's like Dago, as a student, is facing a teacher who is just learning how to be a good homeroom teacher.

However, it must be said that regardless of whether Undine was a qualified tower master, as a powerful wizard of the third ring or above, her guidance and help to Dargo were still immense.

She personally cleared away some of the fog surrounding Dago's future, setting up signposts at specific locations, waiting for Dago to reach those places and make his own choices.

Dargo stood up from the high-backed chair, not in a hurry to leave, but looked around and gazed into the distance through the crystal windows on all four sides.

The openness and tranquility at the top of the tower made him linger.

Dago suddenly remembered that he hadn't reported the situation to Bernal since the fight ended.

He may have his own channels for obtaining information, but as long-time allies, it seems necessary to say hello.

"But how should I put it?"

Dago thought to himself.

Send Bernal a message saying "It's done"? What's the difference between saying that and not saying anything at all?

As Dago gazed at the four enormous crystal floor-to-ceiling windows before him, watching the faintly flickering runic light above them, a brilliant idea suddenly struck him.

He remembered Undine saying that Bernal had also been here before.

Bernal's secret base space.

He was directing Serena's spellcasting, his head bowed, his attention completely elsewhere than on Serena, as if he were deep in thought.

He would occasionally raise his head and glance in a certain direction, his eyes flashing with a hint of worry.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Bernal's expression shifted slightly, and he quickly pulled out a communication crystal that was glowing faintly from his storage wristband.

He looked at the communication crystal in his hand, his eyes flashing, and took a deep breath before slowly opening it.

In an instant, soft light flowed from the communication crystal, forming a lifelike three-dimensional image before Bernal's eyes.

Bernal was stunned; he hadn't expected this to be the content of a spell projection.

The scene unfolds slowly before your eyes, a first-person perspective, as if you are on the top of a very tall building, and someone is forcefully pushing open the crystal window in front of you.

"Whoosh—"

A strong wind rushed in, making the sound of robes and hair blowing. Then, as the viewpoint continued to move, a vast and expansive sky appeared.

The clouds drifted under the azure sky, several giant floating islands seemed within reach, and an exceptionally large silver sphere of light stood atop the tower.

At that moment, a bright and cheerful voice came from the screen, calling out to Bernal.

"Bennal, do you see this? This is the scenery you've seen before!"

Bernal stood there, staring blankly at the scene before him, his lips trembling slightly, his eyes flashing with light that would then fade away.

After a long while, the light from the magical projection in front of them completely dimmed.

After an unknown amount of time, Bernal's deep voice, filled with many indescribable emotions, rang out.

"Serena, look at this kid, he actually made it to the top! You need to work harder too, otherwise how will you catch up with him?"

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A tranquil and peaceful garden retreat.

Golden sunlight bathed the vibrant meadow, and there was no sound; the stillness carried an air of mystery.

Suddenly, Dago appeared on the spot. He first stood at the edge of the garden and quietly surveyed the surrounding scenery, seemingly admiring something.

After the visit, Dagger stepped lightly into the garden, strolled on the lush green grass, and walked straight toward a white table and wicker chair not far away.

Midway through their journey, Dago seemed to bump into something, and his strolling figure suddenly vanished, only to reappear in another part of the garden.

At the same time, from among the countless flower bushes on the left side of the garden, a transparent, distorted humanoid figure let out a silent whistle and rushed out quickly.

Dago's expression remained unchanged, and his steps continued unhurriedly.

His eyes were fixed on his predetermined goal, and he kept moving closer to it, only to be repeatedly struck by the invisible rune array in the air and teleported away.

But no matter where he was teleported to in the garden, he would calmly adjust his direction immediately and continue forward.

The transparent, distorted humanoid figure was also constantly changing its position, rushing towards the location where Dago's figure appeared time and time again.

It left clear, terrifying transparent trails in the garden, its speed increasing as it ran closer and closer to where Dago landed with each teleportation.

But it was no use. With Dago's current strength at the early stage of the second ring, he easily widened the gap again.

After countless teleportations, Dago suddenly appeared in front of the white table and rattan chair, less than two meters away from them.

At the same time, the transparent monster's speed soared to its limit, and the almost blurry, distorted humanoid figure finally caught up with Dago's pace, crashing straight into Dago's vest.

Dago glanced intently at the items on the white table nearby.

Then, he suddenly turned around.

The transparent, twisted humanoid figure, which had been facing away from the attacker, suddenly turned to face him.

He took a breath, and the air around him seemed to collapse inwards suddenly, distorting the golden sunlight slightly.

The next instant, a series of cracking sounds came from Dago's body, "Crack, crack, crack—"

His originally slender and well-proportioned body suddenly swelled up, his height increased, and an indescribable terrifying aura, accompanied by countless dancing black lightning bolts, leaked from every pore of his body.

"boom!"

The peaceful tranquility here was shattered in an instant by a terrifying force like a volcanic eruption.

Dago's long black hair fluttered wildly behind his head, and he suddenly soared to a height of over two meters. His originally well-fitting robes were stretched taut before disappearing and being stored in his storage ring.

Countless activated ice crystals were generated in an instant, transforming into a blue and white scale armor covering his ferocious and majestic body.

Then, Dago, carrying the terrifying power of collapsing void and distorting light, silently slammed down on the head of the transparent, distorted humanoid figure that had just rushed in front of him.

"Boom! Boom!"

A deep, loud sound, accompanied by a muffled, low tone.

A small mushroom cloud slowly rose in the garden, then dispersed, transforming into a despairing tide like a raging torrent, washing over the vast and beautiful garden and carving out countless outlines of runes and magic circles.

The entire secret garden seemed to tremble slightly from the impact.

A moment later, when the last wave of energy subsided, the entire garden returned to its original peace and tranquility, as if nothing had ever happened.

A towering, two-meter-tall figure appeared silently at the edge of the garden.

The demon's face was covered in prominent black veins, densely packed like some kind of mysterious pattern. His eyes were pure black, and his originally handsome features could still be vaguely discerned, but he now possessed a more demonic and bewitching aura.

"call--"

The demonic figure exhaled slightly, its tall and imposing body shrinking as if deflated, its ferocity vanishing, returning to its original slender and well-proportioned form, and its facial features softening rapidly.

When the demonic figure reverted to Dago's appearance, the activated ice crystals on his body disappeared.

Dago put his robes back on, casually turned the storage ring on his right ring finger, and a faint spatial energy fluctuation emanated from it. Two bottles of healing potions appeared in his hand, which he unscrewed and slowly drank.

Having just taken several attacks from that transparent, twisted humanoid, he was seriously injured, to the point that Dago still wasn't quite sure what level of strength that thing belonged to.

Is it the peak of the second ring? Or is it close to the level of a third ring wizard?

"Creations created by spatial magic are renowned for their unpredictability and destructive power, and that's certainly true. I wish I could master such terrifying offensive techniques."

Thinking about it, a hint of anticipation appeared in Dago's eyes.

He stretched out his left hand, and there were two things lying quietly in his palm—a small silver bell and a short dagger that shimmered like a mirror.

In the instant he engaged the transparent, distorted humanoid, he used his old method, using activated ice crystals to pass through the gaps in the spatial magic array and successfully obtained both items.

Now, on the white round table, apart from the teapot and teacups, everything else has been taken by Dago.

"These all look like women's items. Is the owner of this secret garden space a witch? Or perhaps a rather narcissistic male witch?"

As Dago thought to himself, he put the two items into his spatial ring. Holding them in his hand, he could already sense that both items were magical artifacts, and of a high quality. He would just have to study the magical seals inside them when he got back.

A sign is a condensation of magic, an alternative interpretation of magic after it has been developed to a certain level.

A single, ever-changing mantra containing a hand seal may contain many spells, much like a pot of soup with dozens or even hundreds of ingredients.

Dago had already tasted success with the sign within the Dream Sphere, so his requirements weren't high. He simply wanted to develop another sign that matched his current spell system to serve as his soul sign.