Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

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The tranquil, almost stagnant atmosphere was shattered by the sudden sound of a gust of wind. The young man standing at the top of the stairs suddenly had his robes billow, and his hands emitted an intense, unparalleled green light, with a vast, invisible power of domain emanating from his body.

In just a moment, it seemed as if a storm was about to brew.

However, before his terrifying power could spread, a huge sound, like thunder crashing heavily to the ground, rang out.

A figure, moving so fast it was almost blurry, appeared before him like a ghost. A blinding blue light shone, and a ghostly blue flame bloomed. A blue-patterned hand resembled a drawn blade.

Like tearing brittle paper, the layers of magical domain and energy field surrounding the youth were quickly torn apart, and a storm-like force field was imprinted on his forehead.

"Click—"

"boom!"

The young wizard in the green robe had his forehead bone shattered. Before he could even cast a spell, he was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into the bottom of the spiral staircase above him, then another, and then a third.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

He smashed through seven or eight spiral staircases in a row, finally embedding himself deeply into one of the staircases, his head covered in blood, his eyes glazed over as he stared blankly at the handsome young man who walked towards him step by step.

"you!"

"Bang!"

Dago threw another punch, this time in the same spot, completely shattering the young wizard's mental energy fluctuations, causing him to faint and lose consciousness.

After doing all this, Dago calmly withdrew his right hand.

The eerie blue icy flames wrapped around her right hand receded, and the activated ice crystals attached to her arm gradually unfurled, revealing her slender and well-proportioned arm underneath.

The dark blue lines on the surface of his arm, resembling fine snake scales, quietly disappeared, and all the strange phenomena subsided.

"Even without actively activating the [Ice Flame Blue Demon Body], my pure physical strength is terrifying."

Dago examined his right hand, which had performed the service. The tips of his fair and slender fingers seemed to have grown a few sharp black nails, making it look somewhat eerie and ferocious.

The subtle transformation of Desperate Winter Dragon Beheilite's bloodline has led to significant improvements in his physical body.

For this former pillar of the overlord bloodline, this was merely a negligible manifestation of power.

Dago hasn't even fully unleashed its power yet.

"At such close range, melee combat is the fastest way to end the battle."

The terrifying physical strength, combined with masterful close-combat skills, resulted in a near-fatal kill.

Dago lowered his hand and expressionlessly removed a brightly colored spatial ring from the hand of the severely injured and unconscious young wizard.

This young man is a wizard from the Water Palace, with a mental cultivation level approaching the late stage of the second ring.

Their overall strength was estimated to be stronger than that of the Silver Wizard who came with them, but they were defeated by Dago in just one move.

"When I encountered them in the secret realm, apart from those wearing the same silver tower robes as me, everyone else was indeed an opponent."

Dago quickly inventoried the contents of the young wizard's spatial ring, silently reflecting on his thoughts.

The two had just met when the other party attacked him without any hesitation, without needing any reason at all.

The young wizard's quest ring yielded a much richer harvest than his; he didn't know where he had gotten lucky, but the ring was filled with quite a few strangely shaped crystal potion bottles.

Dago swept everything inside into his ring, then casually tossed the emptied ring back at the young man.

This guy suffered a severe head injury, and even after waking up, he will need a period of recuperation. He will not have the ability to continue exploring in the short term, which is equivalent to withdrawing from this exploration mission.

Just as Dago was about to pass over the other person's body and continue upwards.

Suddenly, the entire spiral staircase began to shake violently, and intense spatial energy particle fluctuations emanated from both sides of the staircase.

Before Dago could figure out how to deal with it, a strong silver light came from both sides of the stairs. He felt his body being pulled in by a powerful force and tilted uncontrollably to one side. Then, he was transported to another place in a dizzying way.

After Dago finally regained his balance, he opened his eyes again.

Suddenly, I found myself standing in a straight corridor.

The corridor suddenly became eerie, as all four sides were made of mirrors.

Mirror upon mirror, the reflections stacked upon each other, and for a moment, Dargo had no idea how many of his own reflections were in all directions.

He made the slightest movement, and countless figures around him moved in unison, blurring the sense of space and distance to an extreme.

Dago sensed that someone was moving behind the mirror next to him, accompanied by breathing sounds, chanting sounds, and the booming sounds of magic.

Some chaotic sounds seemed very close, and they came from more than one direction or one location, as if many people were with him at this moment, having been teleported to a similar place, and were actually very close to each other.

Just as Dago was considering whether to try breaking down the walls on both sides to see if what lay behind was as he had guessed.

An incredibly intense light, accompanied by an incredibly dense wave of spatial energy particles, emanated from the end of the mirrored corridor.

Dago squinted and strained to see what was happening. In the distance, he could vaguely make out a dazzling silver figure, like the sun, standing at the other end of the corridor, facing him.

A wave of consciousness suddenly traveled across great distances and reached his mind.

It was a voice that was neither male nor female, and was difficult and indistinct.

It whispered: "The Corridor of Reflection. Through the inheritance of eight..."

"Buzz—"

Meanwhile, outside the secret realm, on a peaceful and serene lake.

More than a hundred water screen images of various sizes suddenly converged in one place, collided silently, and transformed into a huge water screen.

On the water screen, one could see wizarding geniuses from various factions, all participating in the exploration of the secret realm, standing side by side on the same eerie corridor.

At the end of the corridor, a dazzling silver orb, as bright as the sun, constantly changed its shape, emitting waves of powerful, terrifying, mysterious, and obscure energy.

The four powerful third-ring wizards who were either standing or sitting above Mirror Lake suddenly trembled when they saw the silver ball of light appear. They stood up abruptly from the void, staring intently at the silver light, and blurted out in disbelief.

"Spatial elemental spirit! A miracle-level magical artifact?!"

The ball of light, twisting and changing into various shapes, solidified into a substance, like an aggregation of countless glittering mercury particles.

Even through the magical projection, the four third-ring wizards outside the secret realm seemed to be able to feel the immense and terrifying power emanating from the image.

The elemental energy spiritual aggregate, or simply "Elemental Spirit," is the mark of a miracle wizard at the fourth ring and above. It is also the realm that those who stand at the peak of the third ring and have half their bodies out of the mist strive to reach.

The four people stared intently at the image projected in the spell, their expressions shifting, their eyes flashing with increasingly intense light.

"It is indeed a space-type elemental spirit, but its form is extremely unstable, and it just so happens to appear suddenly after someone entered to explore... It is most likely another miracle-level magical artifact that has given birth to spiritual consciousness and wants to take the opportunity to break free from the control of the ancient restrictions of the Mirror Forest."

A third-ring wizard spoke in a low voice.

This deduction was accepted by the other three.

A fourth-circle wizard's "elemental spirit" is still in the gestation stage. To truly manifest the "elemental spirit," one needs at least the strength of a fifth-circle wizard.

Compared to the possibility that a five-ring miracle wizard who has lived for countless years is hidden in the core secret realm of the Mirror Forest, the group was clearly more inclined to believe that this was a high-level magical artifact left behind by an ancient wizard of the Mirror Forest.

Over a long period of time, nourished by abundant and rich elemental energy particles, a trace of spiritual consciousness was born on its own, thus creating the scene before us that resembles a miracle-level wizard releasing a "primordial spirit".

Of course, the main basis for this assertion is that, prior to this, during the exploration and excavation of the Ancient Mirror Forest ruins by the six major wizarding forces, two similar Miracle-tier magical artifacts had already been witnessed.

One of the items escaped the magic array's restrictions and immediately fled, disappearing without a trace.

The other item was acquired by Thunder Tower, one of the six major wizarding factions, after paying a heavy price to compensate the other five major wizarding factions one by one.

The four wizards leading the expeditions—the Lava Brotherhood, the Black Swamp, the Thorn Ring, and the Water Palace—immediately relayed the news back to headquarters upon the occurrence of this anomaly during their exploration.

After everything was arranged, everyone's attention returned to the huge water screen in front of them, and at this moment, everyone's mood was somewhat different from before.

"Hello!"

The bald wizard from the Lava Brotherhood, holding a Burning Stone Staff, slowly lowered the communication stone in his hand and suddenly grinned.

He called out to the Black Swamp Wizard beside him, who wore a feathered mask, "You bug-playing bastard... how about raising the stakes? Look at this miracle-grade artifact; in the name of inheritance, who will it ultimately choose?"

The third-ring wizard of the Black Swamp narrowed his eyes, remaining silent, but his attitude was self-evident.

The bald wizard from the Lava Brotherhood turned his gaze toward Carlos and the green-robed witch.

"What about you guys? Want to join in and have some fun?"

The green-robed witch of the Water Palace had an eager look on her face, and kept looking at Carlos with encouraging eyes.

"You can give it a try. It's not all about skill; luck plays a big part too!"

Carlos's eyes flickered, but he ultimately shook his head calmly.

The green-robed witch looked disappointed, while the bald wizard from the Lava Brotherhood expressionlessly turned his gaze away and said nothing more.

"The Corridor of Reflection. Through the Inheritance of Eight..."

In the long corridor with mirrors on all four sides, Dago pondered the fragmented information he had just received.

The silver humanoid figure, radiating a blazing light and exuding a mysterious and powerful aura, still stood quietly at the end of the corridor, as if waiting for Dago to approach.

"Will passing through this corridor grant us the inheritance left behind by the ancient Mirror Forest? Are only eight people allowed to pass through this round?"

Based on the fragmented information, Dago quickly drew some conclusions.

Before he could make a move, "Boom!" A huge magical roar reached Dago's ears.

At this moment, the mirrors on either side of him began to change.

The image that was originally reflected on him quickly faded away, and was replaced by a series of unfamiliar figures wearing various robes.

The wizards from the four major factions participating in this exploration are all now present in this long corridor called "Reflection".

Each person occupies a section of the long corridor, positioned roughly parallel to each other, and can see what each other looks like at this moment.

On either side of Dago stood a wizard from the Black Swamp and a wizard from the Water Palace, respectively.

The wizard from the Water Palace, upon recognizing Dago, immediately displayed an expression of shock mixed with intense resentment and a hint of fear on his pale face. He was the young wizard whose skull he had previously shattered with two blows.

He had already woken up and was simultaneously transported into this corridor.

At this moment, all the wizards participating in this exploration are like athletes standing on the same starting line, waiting for the starting gun to fire.