Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Finally, the sound stopped coming from the screen, and all the noise gradually subsided.

Ancient frost settled down, and the figures that had been hidden by the wind and snow reappeared.

On the platform covered by a vast expanse of frost and snow, a tall and slender figure stood quietly.

Silvery-white ice crystals flowed across his body, obscuring his strong physique with its near-perfect contours. His long, flowing hair, once dark blue, had faded and returned to its original black color.

The dragon scales on the cheeks and neck had disappeared, and the patterns belonging to the talisman were revealed again.

He was still that young and handsome boy, his face unchanged, calm as ever, only his brows now held a more alluring and noble air, as if he were an heir from some ancient noble family.

At the boy's feet lay Obadiah, covered in wounds.

The latter lay on the ground, limbs twisted, face up, mouth slightly open, its empty, lifeless eyes showing a dim orange-gold hue, seemingly filled with confusion and helplessness—

Who am I? Where am I? What exactly did I just experience?

"Well"

The deathly silence above Mirror Lake was finally broken by a soft sigh emanating from an unknown source.

"How could someone like that appear on the second-line battlefield?!"

Everyone gradually became restless, and a constant buzz of discussion filled the arena.

Carlos stared intently at the magic projection screen, at the boy's figure in the image.

Even standing at the pinnacle of a third-ring wizard, just one step away from a fourth-level miracle, and as the master of the second highest tower, he was still somewhat shocked and lost in thought.

In a daze, Carlos seemed to see the shadows of the boy in front of him gradually overlapping with those of several people in his memory.

Although they have different styles and their strengths differ greatly, they do seem to be the same type of people.

"I'm starting to believe this kid isn't Undine's illegitimate child!"

The voice of the green-robed witch from the Water Palace sighed in Carlos's ears. He heard her say in a rather complicated tone, "How can Undine possess such an ancient and powerful bloodline!"

Carlos's eyes flickered, but he didn't answer. Instead, he turned his head to look in another direction.

That's where the Lava Brotherhood and the Black Swamp are located.

He saw a pair of dark, deep eyes beneath the feathered mask of the wizard leading the Black Swamp Third Ring team, staring intently at the scene, seemingly lost in thought.

As for the bald wizard of the Lava Brotherhood, he held the Burning Stone Staff in his hand with his head hanging low, and his face was quite gloomy, even almost ugly.

"What a pity!"

For some reason, a feeling of regret suddenly popped into Carlos's mind, and he felt a slight pang of remorse.

"I should have joined their bet."

Dago stood alone on the mirrored platform, a chill emanating from every pore of his body.

That was the remnant of the old bloodline of the Despairing Winter Dragon within its body.

He lowered his head, contemplating the changes within himself after this first activation of his bloodline power.

Although the method of bloodline awakening is primitive and brutal, the whole process is expected to be controllable, gradual, and progressive.

"The collision between bloodlines can accelerate this fusion process."

Dago only just realized this.

Especially the clash between the bloodline powers of "former enemies".

The ancient fire demon bloodline flowing within Obadiah's body triggered a violent surge of the Despair Winter Dragon bloodline power.

The majesty of the ancient overlords was challenged, and thus it spontaneously trembled.

In this battle, the bloodline crystal in Dago's heart shrank by nearly one-tenth in one go, and the fusion speed was dozens of times faster than usual.

The bloodline power that he had fused and absorbed lay dormant within his flesh and bones after the battle.

He could sense their presence, but he couldn't freely manipulate them.

"Is it because it's still too thin...?"

Looking at his hands, Dago noticed that his long, slender fingers still had some dark blue spots on the tips, and he felt that his will was undergoing a subtle transformation.

The aura he exuded carried an air of nobility and majesty befitting an ancient overlord.

"Buzz—"

A strange sound rang out, and Dago felt the platform beneath him slowly rising. At the same time, he felt waves of energy emanating from above.

He looked up.

Seeing the enormous silver orb of light, representing the only source of light in this space, tremble at this moment, a force was calling him to approach.

Dago stood on the platform, rising higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the silver ball of light.

Finally, he reached a height almost level with the ball of light.

The blinding silver light that appeared when looking up from below unexpectedly softened at this moment, allowing Dago to clearly see the scene inside the ball of light.

The dense spatial energy washed over Dago's body in waves of cool water, and the [Prism] rune in his consciousness space began to glow faintly under the influence of this power.

Dago stared blankly as he saw a magnificent silver cane, over a foot long, floating silently in the rich silver light.

The space around the cane had an eerie sense of stillness. When Dago's gaze entered that area, it seemed to freeze as well, a feeling he had never experienced before.

"Is the space frozen?"

Dago seemed to be deep in thought.

At that moment, a faint and indistinct fluctuation of consciousness emanated from the cane, which he caught.

"Take me...away...away!"

Dago blinked and instinctively reached for the silver cane.

Unexpectedly, he easily caught the cane; it was as if the silver cane had willingly fallen into his palm.

He easily grasped the power that seemed to freeze everything—light, space, even time.

At that moment, Dago felt an unprecedented sense of power, as if he were in control of everything.

"That went so smoothly?"

He found it incredible.

After going through just a few rounds of selection and defeating several fellow wizards who had come in with him to explore, he obtained the right to inherit this powerful magical artifact whose specific grade he could not even determine.

In that instant, he felt like he had become the "protagonist," his body trembled, treasures came to him, and he easily reached the pinnacle of life.

Dago eagerly channeled his mental energy into the silver staff, habitually searching for the core runes inside.

Yet, he felt a consciousness that was indescribable, vast and boundless, cold and powerful like the sea.

That consciousness directly formed a pair of eyes within Dago's consciousness space, pure silver, composed of countless interwoven lines.

She looked down at him with utterly indifferent eyes.

It seemed to be conveying a message to him—"How dare you?"

Dago could barely contain himself and began to tremble. Even the consciousness space he thought was unbreakable began to shake violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

The despair deep within Winter Dragon Beheilite's will seemed to be "enraged" once again by this gaze, showing a tendency to awaken further.

However, at this moment, the huge [Prism] seal in the center of the mental space flickered slightly.

Pure silver eyes paused slightly, as if touched by something.

The cold will that had invaded Dago's consciousness space quickly receded, and the core area inside the silver cane also opened up.

"Well!"

Dago was stunned; he hadn't expected such a change to happen.

But instinct compelled him to quickly memorize the rune that was presented to him without reservation.

He didn't even have time to carefully decipher the profound meaning of the runes; the next second, he felt himself being enveloped by a powerful spatial force, followed by...

"Whoosh—"

The familiar feeling of spatial teleportation.

"They're out!"

Outside the secret realm, Dago's figure, wielding silver light, suddenly vanished from the magical projection, and the entire image of the magical projection also disappeared. Carlos and the others on Mirror Lake immediately became serious.

"Ready!"

The wizards from the four wizarding factions returned to their respective magical airships at an extremely fast pace.

Almost immediately after they finished doing all this, a huge silver vortex appeared above the lake.

The eyes of the four level-three wizards leading the team, including Carlos, suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and almost simultaneously, they all unleashed their own powerful spells.

However, a strange energy fluctuation was released from the silver vortex, followed by...

The lake, the airship, the sky, the energy fluctuations... everything, including the intense magical light emanating from Carlos and his companions.

They were all frozen by a magical force, as if trapped in an absolutely stagnant space, turning into a still and motionless scene.

In the center of this still scene, Dargo, holding a silver cane, stepped lightly out of the silver vortex.

As soon as Dago stepped out of the vortex, a deep and majestic magical energy field emanated from above his head.

A vast and powerful spiritual force descended from the sky, instantly tearing apart the still scene and striking the boy holding the silver staff.