Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Buzz—"

As others appeared on either side of him, Dago began to chant spells in a low voice. He casually summoned countless frost spears that emitted a strong chill, and pointed one at the young wizard of the Water Palace on his right.

The latter was immediately shocked and instinctively stepped back.

They were standing so close together that it was almost as if they were separated by a transparent wall, with the distance between them estimated to be less than ten meters.

As Dago casually cast [Activate Ice Crystal] on the young wizard of the Water Palace to his right, a crystal armor resembling an ice and snow curtain quietly appeared around him, to defend against the Black Swamp wizard on his left.

The other party was indeed casting a spell on him as well, only slightly slower than him.

At the same time, countless spells were unleashed from the hands of the wizards standing in different passages of this "corridor".

However, all of these spells ultimately failed.

Dago watched as the dozens of frost spears he had fired vanished silently after piercing the transparent wall beside him.

The connection with mental energy was immediately severed.

The spell did not land on the young wizard from the Water Palace on his right, nor did the spell from the wizard from the Black Swamp on his left appear before his eyes.

"It seems they can't attack each other?"

Dago's eyes flickered. "So, those eight spots are a speed contest?!"

"boom!"

A visible white shockwave suddenly exploded within the mirrored corridor. Dago vanished from his spot, his figure transforming into a blurry black shadow as he sped toward the end of the corridor.

If this were truly a race, from a high altitude, one could see hundreds of densely packed, circular "tracks" all converging on a common finish line at the center.

The black line belonging to Dago was rapidly overtaking the others at an incredible speed, constantly approaching the endpoint of the center.

"Boom! Boom! Boom—"

Dago completely abandoned the acceleration capabilities of his magical artifacts, relying solely on his physical strength. In fact, he was much faster than those wizards who used magical artifacts.

This corridor, filled with mirrors, was made of some unknown material. No matter how much force he exerted with his legs, he couldn't leave a single mark on the ground.

Dago moved forward at breakneck speed, like a black lightning bolt darting through the passage, occasionally emitting violent explosions.

"It's time to push the progression of 'Snowy Sword Domain' (Extreme) to the next level. The transformation of my body by 'Ice Flame Blue Demon Body' and the bloodline of Despair Winter Dragon Beheilite has made my continuously increasing physical strength a little hard to control."

As Dago walked, he thought to himself.

What he valued most about Basic Swordsmanship was the absolute control it gave him over his physical functions.

Previously, this ability to control the situation was always effortless, but now it is gradually becoming increasingly difficult to maintain.

"call--"

Dago transformed into a whirlwind and burst out of the corridor.

His figure went from extremely dynamic to extremely still in an instant, with only his billowing robes and long hair silently testifying to the ferocity of this speed.

The silver humanoid figure that had been standing at the end of the corridor has now transformed into a huge ball of light, soaring into the sky and looking down indifferently like a silver sun.

Numerous mysterious runes appeared and disappeared between Dago and the silver orb, blocking the light and distance.

Dago slowly withdrew his gaze and looked around, only to find that he was now on a huge circular platform.

The platform was as smooth as a mirror, like a huge, flat mirror. When Dago looked down, he could clearly see his reflection on the ground.

There are a total of eight such platforms around Dago.

Eight enormous, mirror-like platforms floated silently in mid-air in a circular shape, beneath which lay a bottomless expanse of light.

"Whoosh—"

A figure pierced through the ripples in the air and suddenly appeared in front of Dago. It was a Lava Brotherhood wizard wearing a crimson robe, with slightly dark skin and a square face. He was clearly startled when he saw Dago, and then quickly distanced himself from him with a wary expression.

Following that, more and more people appeared on the platform.

The same was true on the other platforms, where figures appeared one after another.

The wizards who were previously in the Corridor of Reflection were teleported to different mirror platforms after a "race".

Dago retreated to a corner of the platform, his brows slightly furrowed.

He then realized that his previous deduction was inaccurate. The Corridor of Light was not the real place of competition. The speed at which one could pass through the corridor did not mean anything. This platform was where they were about to start their battle.

"Exactly eight."

As Dago pondered silently, the number of people on his platform grew, finally stopping when it reached nineteen.

Of these nineteen people, the largest group consisted of eight wizards from the Lava Brotherhood.

Then came the six wizards of the Water Palace, dressed in green robes.

There were only four people from the Thorn Ring, including him.

Of course, there were very few wizards in the Black Swamp, only two. As soon as they entered the platform, they immediately used some special magic to hide their figures. Only mental power could detect a faint trace of energy fluctuations.

The other three wizards of the Thorn Ring naturally gravitated towards Dago.

The other factions did the same, maintaining a safe distance from each other and eyeing each other warily.

No one knows what will happen next, but many people seem to be able to guess what will happen next.

The atmosphere on the platform became tense and subtle.

"Peter, from the Spiral Tower."

Among the four people gathered in the Thorn Ring, a handsome young man with regular features, blue hair, and gray eyes took the initiative to introduce himself.

Then he turned his gaze to the next person, who hesitated slightly but quickly introduced himself.

After the four of them took turns, Dago was no exception.

He didn't mind sticking together with others, especially in the current uncertain situation. Standing with people of the same faction would at least make him less conspicuous.

Of the four Thorn Ring wizards, Big and a round-faced witch from the Blackroot Tower were both late-stage second ring wizards, while another young man was mid-stage second ring wizard. Dago, who had just advanced to early-stage second ring wizard, was quite "remarkable." The other three looked at him with slightly strange eyes, but said nothing.

"Did you participate in the internal exchange competition within the French Ring?"

After everyone had introduced themselves, Piggy of the Spiral Tower spoke next.

Before anyone could answer, the huge silver orb hanging above everyone's heads suddenly shone brightly. Immediately afterward, a palm-sized, mirror-like mysterious rune symbol lit up above each circular platform.

At the same time, a powerful wave of consciousness spread out like a sudden burst of sunlight, accompanied by the previously indistinct, genderless, and indistinct voice that rang out again.

"Qualification, one, next round, succession!"

"Buzz!"

The light of the transparent runic array rose from around the circular platform, enveloping it upwards to form a huge bowl shape.

Each "bowl-shaped" platform has the same lens rune shining at its top.

This time, everyone successfully deciphered the meaning conveyed by the silver light cluster—eight platforms, where people on each platform compete to select one person to enter the next round of inheritance trials.

The mysterious lens-shaped runes above the platform are the qualification certificates for entering the next round of inheritance trials!

Almost instantly after this wave of consciousness subsided, magical light suddenly shone on the platform where Dago was located. Several figures then flashed through the air, rushing towards the mysterious rune floating at the very top.

Violent explosions echoed across each platform, accompanied by flashes of magic and the aftershocks of energy collisions.

The figures who rushed towards the rune clashed several times in an instant, but none of them succeeded. Instead, they pushed the rune, which represented qualification, away gently.

The people below reacted quickly, and different tones, different incantations, and dense chanting of spells rang out almost at the same time.

"I ranked eighteenth in the internal competition within the French Ring, just a hair's breadth away from entering the first tier and qualifying for the front lines!"

The handsome young man from the Spiral Tower, Pig, flashed a sharp light in his eyes and roared coldly and forcefully at the others who were also in the Magic Ring, "If none of you are stronger than me, then you will do your best to assist me in taking this inheritance."

"boom!"

Before the handsome young man, Peg, could finish speaking, a huge white shockwave suddenly erupted around them.

Immediately afterward, they saw a blurry figure, moving so fast that even mental energy could hardly detect it, traverse vast distances in an instant, appearing beside the flowing rune as if by teleportation, and grabbing the rune representing qualification in its hand.

"Well!"

Phig, who had just declared "leadership," was stunned.

The other two magic ring wizards were also stunned.

The wizards from other factions on the platform were also stunned for a moment.

Everyone saw a handsome young man with white hair and blue eyes, wearing a long gray-silver robe that fluttered in the wind, standing high above them, thoughtfully examining the runes in his hand that shimmered like mirrors.

Soon, the boy turned his gaze away from examining the runes and looked down at the crowd below.

His gaze swept over the mission rings on everyone's hands, and finally, the slender fingers of the person wearing the mission ring clenched the rune on the lens in their hand.

He spoke calmly, "Come on, let's all come at once. In this round, the loser is out, and the winner... takes it all!"