Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"What are your plans for the future? Are you going back to Clytam?"

After the renovations were completed, Avery asked Dago for his thoughts.

Dago nodded.

All things considered, there are less than forty days left until the opening of the Mirror Forest.

The journey from Ice Castle back to Cletam City would take twenty days, so it was time for him to go back.

"Stay for three more days. I'll teach you something and give you something else as well."

Avery looked at Dago with a distant gaze.

Dago did not refuse.

It's only three days; he still has three days to go.

Three days later, a figure flew swiftly across the sky above a vast snow-covered forest, and beneath him lay the tracks of a snake about a meter in diameter.

This was a handsome young man with a calm demeanor. His skin was fair, smooth, and delicate like the finest moonstone. His eyes were azure, and within their clarity, it seemed as if countless tiny sparks of light were constantly colliding and dancing.

The boy wore an ice-blue robe embroidered with exquisite silver patterns. Faint blue runes were visible above the collar of the robe on his neck, and a small ice-blue earring hung on his left ear.

He was surrounded by a large amount of fine snow, and his long hair flowed freely down his back, as if he were riding the wind and snow, giving people a sense of innate elegance and nobility.

This person was none other than Dago, who had completed his advanced studies.

"To achieve domain integration, the most important thing is to find the intrinsic connection between domains, similar to the resonance of a domain. If you can find a specific image to represent this step, it will usually be much easier."

Dago stared at a small vortex of ice and snow in the palm of his right hand, lost in thought.

During his final three days at Icethorn Manor, Avery personally taught him some ice spell casting techniques and how to use the [Winter Star] domain.

This knowledge was invaluable to Dago. Before this, he had been learning ice magic all by himself, and this was the first time he had experienced the help that the school's tradition could provide.

Many things may not have a significant impact on Dago's current combat strength, but they will be very beneficial to his future development.

After all, no matter how smart he is, he is still just a person. How can he compare to the valuable experience passed down through generations of the Huntington family?

As Dago pondered this, he casually extinguished the swirling ice and snow in his palm, snapping out of his thoughts on his own cultivation and turning his gaze forward.

Above the vast snow-covered forest, the sky and wilderness stretch out endlessly.

Cletham.

In a corner of a vast forest, within a miniature secret space.

In the empty and silent space, Bernal stood at the edge of the secret realm, calmly and gently patting out semi-ethereal silver-white runes into the slowly expanding gray area before him.

With each infusion of runes, the blurry gray area covered in snowflakes seemed to stop expanding and began to recede, gradually becoming clearer.

The Blood Tree of the Imprisoned God, to which he had poured his heart and soul, was taken away by Dago. Bored, Bernal could only occasionally tend to the plant-based magic potions he grew in the space, do some rune research, and spend his time repairing the "dilapidated" and nearly collapsed secret realm space.

Just as Bernal was busy, he suddenly seemed to sense something.

He casually took out a communication stone from his storage pouch and gently tapped it to emit light.

After listening to the message transmitted through the communication stone, Bernal frowned, but his eyes flickered. In the end, he put down his work and quickly walked towards the exit of the secret realm.

He quickly left the space, bypassed the waterfall, and flew out from the dark and hidden valley, hovering in mid-air, waiting quietly in the sky for a while.

In Bernal's field of vision, a dark shadow was flying rapidly toward him.

He was a handsome young man with his upper body bare and his black hair flying in the wind.

He wore exquisitely crafted shoulder and wrist armor, the deep blue ice crystals growing from the edges unable to conceal his perfectly sculpted, strong, and slender body.

His body was surrounded by scattered ice crystals and snowflakes, his eyes were as blue as stars, and countless cold currents and the energy of his domain intertwined and surged throughout his body.

His feet were firmly planted on a terrifying giant serpent, several meters thick and tens of meters long, bound by countless chains of activated ice crystals, with scarlet eyes, as if it were carved from pure ice crystals.

Dago gripped the other end of the activated ice crystal chain tightly with both hands, as if riding a steed, urging the giant serpent to come riding the wind.

"The Second Ring Ice Serpent."

Bernal was momentarily dazed, only recovering from his shock and disorientation when Dago, riding the giant serpent, approached.

"Don't bring it into that space; it can't withstand its antics!"

Bernal uttered a single sentence and then hurriedly turned back.

"Hiss—roar—"

The enormous snake hissed with a low, piercing hum, and terrifying energy fluctuations naturally formed, creating blue ripples that condensed into large patches of ice flowers in the air. An ancient and savage aura emanated from it, as if some mysterious incantation was echoing in the void.

Dago narrowed his eyes, his hands gripping the activated ice crystal chains enhanced by the [Winter Star] rune tightly. He pulled upwards from time to time, seemingly suppressing the resistance coming from below with ease, but in reality, it was far more than it appeared.

Only he truly understood the terrifying nature of the serpent beneath him, a creature possessing ancient bloodlines. This was one of the two surviving two-ringed ice serpents with ancient winter dragon bloodlines that Avery had obtained from numerous families at great cost in Ice Castle.

This is the large ice serpent that Avery gave him as a magical pet, so that he could later extract the essence of magical beasts to maintain the physical body's magic seal [Cold Element] to suppress the despairing old aura within the spiritual space that was invading his body.

In the past twenty-odd days, Dago has witnessed the terrifying growth rate of this giant ice serpent. He watched it rise from its initial strength at the early stage of the second ring to almost the level of a late-stage second ring magical beast in just over twenty days.

Its size has also increased dramatically from more than ten meters to nearly thirty meters now. The ice crystal scales on its body are becoming more and more dazzling, and the patterns under the scales are growing in a more mysterious direction. It has an ice crystal horn on its head, which has grown to more than half a meter long and is emitting waves of energy that make people's hearts tremble.

If Warcraft were to categorize players as geniuses or mediocre, this giant ice serpent would undoubtedly be among the "prodigies."

The ancient blood flowing through its veins is truly astonishing.

"Now I finally understand why wizards are so obsessed and fanatical in their pursuit of the power of ancient alien species."

Compared to the way ordinary wizards rely on long periods of meditation, enlightenment, learning, and knowledge accumulation to exchange for power from the world, inheriting antiquity and mystery is itself a huge treasure.

By simply digging deeper and unlocking new paths, one can easily obtain benefits ten times, or even dozens of times, greater than those obtained through normal cultivation methods.

These archaeological groups occupy a significant portion of the wizarding world. There's no way around it; ever since the era of exploration across the world, the wizarding world's living space has been constantly shrinking. A large part of the reason is that the extraordinary beings on the world continent are too powerful, attracting countless wizards to pursue the power of the past.

No one is immune to the allure of power; if you can't beat them, join them.

Dago took a deep breath and mobilized his massive second-ring spiritual power. He freed one hand and aimed it at the ice crystal serpent beneath him. Countless streams of light and the aura of his domain surged from his palm, transforming into streaks of deep blue aurora, like the veins of a glacial polar region, binding the second-ring ice serpent layer by layer.

He gripped the densely packed chains with his right hand and exerted force, causing countless chains to tighten instantly. One end of each chain was deeply embedded in the soft flesh of the great ice serpent's mouth. Apart from this spot, all other parts were protected by snake scales, making it impossible to penetrate.

Bound and in pain, the giant ice serpent struggled violently and angrily. Its enormous head, topped with a single ice-blue horn, quietly turned around, its pair of scarlet, diamond-like eyes fixed on Dago, emanating a chilling intent that seemed almost tangible.

Dago had been controlling it for over twenty days. Along the way, the two fought and killed each other countless times, and even the improvement values ​​of all the spells on the system panel skill bar increased dramatically.

He even felt that the reason why this giant ice serpent could grow so fast was not only because of its powerful bloodline, but also because of his constant "encouragement". In its "simple" worldview, Dago should be the "worst" two-legged creature it had ever seen.

Its serpentine nature has not yet fully awakened, and its personality is like that of a child. It hates Dago to the bone and is always thinking of launching a counterattack against him.

"Get down!"

With his hands controlling the ice crystal chains and the icy domain veins respectively, Dago forced the giant ice serpent to fly slowly into the valley below, driven by his own will.

On his way here, he transmitted the technical principles of the Huntington family's "bloodline modification" to Bernal via a communication stone, intending to bleed him to aid in the cultivation of the physical body seal [Cold Element].