Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

From the outside, the Blood Tree of the Prisoner God looks similar to a regular birch sapling, with a straight trunk like a sword and a total of seven leaves growing on three branches.

The bright red veins are visible inside the almost transparent leaves, which have already grown into a somewhat mysterious shape.

The entire sapling was enveloped in a light white protective shield of runes, presenting a vibrant scene.

It seemed to possess a spirit; after Dago took it out, the seven leaves on the small sapling swayed slightly, as if waving to Dago.

Dago had been feeding Flax’s heart and blood to it since it was a seed, so they were naturally very close.

But recently, Dago has drained all the blood from his heart, and the saplings are probably starving now.

As for the wooden box with its own simple rune protection array, it was Bernal's masterpiece, specially designed to make it convenient for Dago to temporarily carry the sapling with him.

Of course, it was Bernal who made this request, because it had to follow Dago, and the sapling's food had now become Dago's blood.

He reached his hand into the magic circle and gently tugged at the sapling's leaves, "playing" with it for a while.

Then, without warning, the azure eyes suddenly turned pure black, leaving only a tiny, pinhole-sized patch of icy blue in the very center.

The hairband that held his long hair back snapped open automatically, and his black hair danced without wind. A crisp, dense sound of bones colliding came from inside his body, and his body quickly grew taller and more robust. Black lightning bolts burst out from his pores.

An aura of terror and despair emanates from it, indicating that it has already entered a "darkened" state!

The two layers of runic protective arrays that enveloped the room began to sway slightly, and the semi-transparent energy shield rippled like the calm surface of water being hit by a sudden downpour.

The mere wisps of aura emanating from the "darkened" state were enough to overwhelm the second-level rune protection array.

Without delay, after entering the "darkened" state, Dago quickly forced the power of despair within him to concentrate at the tip of his right index finger.

Blood, as red as black ink, flowed out rapidly in an instant. It was the high-energy blood of the Despairing Sea mixed with his own blood, dripping onto the Blood Imprisoning Tree sapling and its roots.

Half a minute later, all the noise in the room subsided.

Once back to normal, Dago sat on the floor of his room, his long black hair disheveled. He silently poured healing potions into his mouth while gazing at the sapling in front of him, which looked as if it had been washed with ink and had absorbed his blood.

It seemed to have grown a few inches taller than before, its veins were beginning to turn black, and an eighth leaf had begun to grow on the third branch, constantly conveying a strong sense of closeness to Dago.

Dago's face showed satisfaction and relief; his efforts to irrigate with blood had not been in vain.

The idea of ​​watering the Blood Tree seed after entering a "darkened" state was taught to him by Bernal.

In that state, the high-energy blood containing the old pillar of strength flowing in Dago's body, when nourished by the sapling, is many times more effective than the heart.

After watering the sapling, Dago placed it next to the wooden box and began his daily meditation practice.

In an instant, after Dago entered the mental space and played with Gugu for a while, the Sea of ​​Despair under the gray sun transformed into a raging torrent, as if angrily rebuking Dago for stealing its power.

Of course, it's all for naught.

Dago chose to ignore it. The two manifestations of the soul seals, Winter Star and Prism, were revolving around Gray Sun, and countless silver mists were drawn into Gray Sun and refined into spiritual energy powder.

The powder was sprinkled onto Dago's soul, and as his soul became more and more complete, the range of his soul's activity increased, and the flexibility of his soul became higher and higher.

Similarly, the growth of the soul is also reflected in the gray sun, which is also becoming larger, turning into a giant sphere with a diameter of one kilometer.

Time passed in this way, filled with fulfilling spiritual practice.

The large airship that will take him to the Ice Fortress will take a total of ten days to fly, and he doesn’t want to waste those ten days.

In the days that followed, Dago's daily routine was peaceful and regular.

He spent most of his time meditating, occasionally pausing to rest, watering the saplings with his own high-energy blood, studying the two rune inheritances from the Garden Realm, and occasionally eating simple meals.

In fact, Dago's Gray Sun Meditation Technique is now very efficient, and the skill display on the system panel has reached its limit, but he also feels that there seems to be a membrane in Gray Sun Meditation Technique.

On a sunny afternoon, everything happened so unexpectedly, yet so naturally.

"Buzz—"

While in a deep meditative state, Dago suddenly felt the gray sun in his mental space tremble slightly.

Then, a wonderful change occurred.

The water-ball-shaped soul in his mind suddenly collapsed inward, shrinking in size by nearly two-thirds. The color of the originally semi-transparent, viscous glue also became blurry.

It became more viscous, and even some tiny specks of light poured into the gray sun, which were the remaining system power deep in the soul.

Can the system panel's maximum skill level be improved?

Dago suddenly opened his eyes, and the light that suddenly burst forth in his azure eyes filled the room in front of him, as if he had returned from a dim afternoon to a bright midday.

This bright process lasted for a good half minute before gradually dimming and returning to normal as the light in Dago's eyes subsided.

"The gray sun has become even colder and larger, and has begun to transform into a completely new form."

After examining the changes following his training, Dago was filled with delight.

Sensing this change, he couldn't help but gasp, his eyes wide with shock.

"If my meditation technique continues to improve, wouldn't my mental strength at the early stage of the second ring far surpass that of a normal early stage second ring wizard?!"

Dago didn't know what this change would bring him, but there was no doubt that it was definitely a good thing.

With a glint in his eyes, Dago took out a bottle of silver psychoactive potion from his storage ring.

Dago swallowed the entire bottle of medicine.

Close your eyes and silently feel the changes brought about by the effects of the medicine.

Just like a small flame being melted in the face of a raging fire.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, which flashed with an inexplicable light.

"It seems to have only a tiny bit of effect."

His own silver psychic potion was basically no longer effective against him.

Dago was filled with immense joy. It seemed that the Gray Sun Meditation Method had been blessed by an invisible force, and there was hope for continued progress.

Given his current strength, he couldn't fathom this power anyway, so he simply ignored it.

A giant airship, its entire body enveloped in the light of runic arrays, broke through the layers of clouds and mist, resembling a giant blue whale, silently swimming in the high sky.

On a deck near the upper level of the airship, a middle-aged man with thin cheeks, slightly sunken eyes, a head of gray hair tied into small braids, and intricate green tattoos on the back of his hands stood quietly on the platform outside the cabin.

His gaze swept over the low-ranking wizards, some standing, some sitting, on the large deck below, and he coldly inquired of the person beside him, "How much longer until we reach the Ice Fortress?"

The young crew member waiting beside the man was extremely respectful and cautious. He knew very well that the man before him was one of the few second-circle wizards on the ship.

On the previous journey, he had a conflict with another second-circle wizard over a maidservant. In the end, the other party took the initiative to back down, and his strength was probably considered exceptionally strong among second-circle wizards.

"Three more days, sir. If nothing unexpected happens, we should be able to reach the Ice Castle safely on the morning of three days from now."

The crew member replied respectfully.

The middle-aged wizard gave a soft hum, and was about to ask something else when suddenly, the tightly closed door of a room not far behind him opened abruptly, and an indescribable aura emanated from the room.

The middle-aged wizard subconsciously turned his head to look, and he could feel the spiritual power fluctuations emanating from the person who came out of the room, which belonged to a late-stage first-ring wizard.

But this fluctuation seems different from that of a normal first-ring wizard.

He was just about to investigate when he turned around and met a pair of eyes.

The middle-aged wizard's body suddenly froze on the spot—what eyes they were!

Its pure ice-blue color resembles the surface of a lake covered with a thick layer of ice.

There was no emotional fluctuation whatsoever; utter coldness and utter indifference.