Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Time is the most ruthless thing; in the blink of an eye, two months have passed, and it's late autumn again.

This vast and desolate primeval forest looks as if the Creator had overturned his palette.

What you see is no longer a monotonous green, but is tinged with layers of vibrant colors.

The tall red pines and oaks are draped in a magnificent golden-red robe, casting dappled light and shadow under the warm orange sunset.

The bark of those thick, white tree trunks is cracked, like countless black eyes silently watching over this ancient land.

The forest floor was covered with colorful fallen leaves, thick as a brocade carpet. Stepping on them, the withered branches and leaves made a crisp "rustling" sound. The air was filled with a faint earthy smell and the mellow aroma of fermented leaves—a unique and addictive scent.

Deep in the forest, there is a secluded mountain stream surrounded by water.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse treetops, scattering like scattered gold across the moss-covered boulders and the tangled roots of the trees.

The stream babbles and flows very slowly, like pieces of polished crystal mirrors.

Right there by the stream, a young man in a long robe was sitting quietly cross-legged.

His eyes were closed, his breathing barely audible, and he seemed to have transformed into a stubborn rock or an ancient tree, completely merging into the surrounding tranquility and peace.

"despair."

A withered, yellowish-green leaf, unable to resist the wind's allure, twirls and falls gently onto the water's surface, creating a delicate ripple.

Just as the ripples spread, the boy slowly opened his eyes.

In that instant, it was as if a thunderclap had struck from nowhere. In a flash, an invisible wind seemed to rise from nowhere in the mountain stream, blowing the hem of his robe, which was draped over the ground, making it flutter.

An indescribable sense of clarity emanated from the boy, making the air around him even more transparent and pure, as if it had just been washed by a heavy rain.

"breathe--"

Dago made a gentle breathing motion.

The sound was initially calm, but upon closer listening, it resembled the wind rustling through the forest, steady and full of a special rhythm, causing the surrounding trees to seem to rustle and move, with more leaves falling like rain, creating a desolate and magnificent scene reminiscent of "endless falling leaves rustling down".

"Autumn has come again..."

Dago did not get up, but quietly watched the golden leaves drifting on the stream in front of him. A trace of vicissitudes that did not match his age flashed in his eyes, and a few faint feelings arose in his heart.

Life is like a long dream, and sometimes it makes you wonder if you are still lying in a bed in the past, having a dream that has no end.

I remember last autumn, he was in the treehouse area outside Aynak, like a frightened quail, racking his brains and making desperate preparations for the impending invasion of the Black Witchland.

The storms and bloodshed of that time seem like a distant memory now.

In the blink of an eye, he is almost eighteen years old.

Eighteen years old is a special threshold in the eyes of the world.

"Should I find some time to go home and visit?"

A thought flashed through Dago's mind, and his gaze pierced through the dense forest, looking towards the distance.

Soon, the slight melancholy that arose due to the season was quickly soothed, and Dago opened the system panel and quietly checked it.

【《灰日冥想法》（进化特性：冬日之静）；《冰核巡航弹》（极）；《元素共鸣术》（进化特性：冰山共鸣）；《维度探测术》（极）；《魔药炼製》（蜕变3080/10000)；《细雪剑域》（极）；灵魂法印【冬星】（蜕变8020/10000）；灵魂法印【稜镜】（蜕变5030/10000)；《暴风雪》（蜕变5003/10000)】

After two months of almost non-stop arduous training, Dago devoted almost all his energy to practicing ice magic.

Because of the fusion with the bloodline of the Desperate Winter Dragon Behelit, and his advancement to the second-ring wizard, especially after entering the mid-second-ring stage, his soul power increased. Dago clearly felt that his progress in the transformation period was much smoother.

Looking back to when he was at level one, especially before taking "Solomon's Blessing", he found it extremely difficult to progress in the transformation stage.

"According to ancient shamanic texts, in the ancient times, or even more distant past, in the old days, the world's continents had not yet collapsed, and the free-floating energy particles between heaven and earth were incredibly abundant. Everyone was like a dragon, and their spells had their own magical domain effect."

Dago's eyes gleamed with contemplation. "Now that wizards have comprehended the extraordinary realm, the so-called resonance of the first, second, and third levels of the magic domain is merely the starting point for reaching the level of ancient wizards."

To truly rival the geniuses of ancient wizards, one must consider the realm beyond the extraordinary.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be at the highest level of technique.

With the system panel available, Dago still believed that he would one day be able to access that field; it was just a matter of time.

The resonance of the three domains into a single level naturally transformed the power of the icy despair domain. However, what truly terrified even the spellcaster Dago was the effect of the fusion of these three domains that had entered the first level of resonance—that power.

"Uphold the past, and even surpass it!"

Dago stretched out a hand towards the sunlight streaming down his head, slowly clenching his five fingers. An indescribable and terrifying aura flowed from between his fingers, as if freezing that ray of autumn light in his palm.

"call--"

Dispersing the aura, Dago exhaled a breath of stale air and stood up from the bluestone.

Stepping on the void, they ascended to the sky step by step, their robes fluttering, and flew swiftly in one direction.

Within the spiritual space, the transformed [Double Prism] seal, like patterns sealed within a crystal, exudes a complex and profound aura.

Even the [Winter Star] seal, nourished by the continuous spatial energy, gradually began to undergo some indescribable and wondrous changes.

However, due to the different attributes, this fusion and transformation process is extremely slow. So far, Dago has not felt any difference and does not know what changes will occur after the [Winter Star] seal has completely fused with the spatial attribute.

In the past two months, Dago has devoted all his efforts to cultivating and improving in preparation for the upcoming competition of wizarding geniuses from the six major powers.

He has done everything he could to improve in a short period of time. As for how far he can go in the competition, that will depend on the strength of his opponents.

Upon entering the miniature secret realm, Dago saw Bernal and Serena standing in front of the Blood Tree of the Imprisoning God, "interacting" with it.

As I walked over, I saw a fist-sized blood spore fall from a branch of the Blood Tree of the Prisoner God, and was caught steadily by Bernal, who had been waiting nearby.

Recently, Bernal has begun to conduct some small-scale bloodline purification experiments using the Blood Tree of the Prisoner God. In addition to laying the groundwork for his plan to resurrect his beloved wife, this can also be seen as accumulating experience for Dago's next bloodline purification.

"What kind of monster's blood?"

When Dago saw Bernal remove the blood spore, then gently cut a small cross on it with a knife, and then try to inject it directly into his own body, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"My own."

Bernal closed his eyes, sensing the entire process of blood infusion, pausing from time to time to quickly jot down some information in the notebook beside him.

"How does it feel?"

After the entire blood spore injection was completed, Dago couldn't help but ask Bernal.

"I conducted a detailed analysis of my bloodline, and before purification, I agreed on a direction with the Blood Tree of the Imprisoned God. From the current perspective..."

Bernal assessed the situation and replied, "The effect is quite good. After purification, my bloodline is more active than my original bloodline, and my soul decay symptoms seem to have stopped a bit."

"What direction have you chosen?"

"The Green Elf".

"You also have elven blood within you?"

Dago blinked. He remembered that Undine had said that she also had a very thin bloodline of moon elves flowing through her veins.

Bernal is a green elf, is this some kind of strange fate?

Bernal glanced at him, shook his head, and said, "Is that so strange? Don't you know that long ago, elves were the most popular mating partners for humans? It's quite common for people like us, who don't have much of a wizarding background, to have some elven blood mixed in with our blood."

Dago pursed his lips and said nothing more.

After recording all the experimental data, Bernal noticed that Dago seemed to be doing nothing and casually asked, "Judging by the time, the genius competition you mentioned should be starting soon, right? Instead of going to train hard, you have time to come here and wander around."

"It's about to start, I just came to say hello."

As he spoke, Dago took out a shimmering communication stone from his spatial ring, tapped it, read it for a moment, and then said, "The ship that's here to pick me up has arrived. Well then, Old Bei and Nana, I'll be going now."

When Bernal heard Dago's bizarre nickname for him, his lips twitched slightly, and he raised his pipe as a farewell.

Serena, however, covered her mouth and chuckled.