Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Cough cough—"

Dago clutched his chest tightly, coughing as if he were trying to cough up his heart, which had just been pounding violently, from his throat. This was probably what it felt like to be at the end of one's rope.

He raised his head, and his once handsome face was now ashen white, his eyes bloodshot, making him look like a consumptive ghost who had just crawled out of his grave.

Since mastering the [Winter Stillness], this is the first time my mental energy has been so depleted.

The fusion of the three domains sounds like a name that will shake the ages, and its power is indeed astonishing, but there is no such thing as a deal where you can only benefit without suffering a loss.

For a wizard who is only at the mid-second ring level, casting it twice in a row is like asking a toddler who has just learned to walk to carry a 200-pound bag of rice. It's a miracle he wasn't crushed to death.

Dago pulled out several bottles of potions from his spatial ring, and without caring about the taste, he unscrewed the caps and poured them down like cold water.

After the medicine entered his stomach, combined with the recovery effect of [Winter's Tranquility], the sharp pain in his brain, like being cut by a dull knife, finally eased a little, giving him a moment to catch his breath.

He treaded upon the forbidden ice inherited from ancient times, moving step by step to the place where Igesius had died.

It's very clean here.

Not only was there no corpse, but not even a speck of ashes remained, as if Iggsius had never existed at all.

At its peak, the fusion of the three domains was so powerful it was almost unreasonable, directly obliterating this arrogant and powerful enemy into nothingness.

Dago searched through the pile of ice shards for a while, but to his surprise, he found nothing.

"Dying too cleanly can sometimes be a problem." A sense of regret rose in Dago's heart. This was probably because the "trafficking" part of the so-called "murder and robbery" had gone wrong, resulting in a loss.

He turned around and moved to Yadar's body.

This guy was a little "luckier" and only got hit by the second [Desperate Winter Dragon's Death Stare].

By then, Dago was already at his limit, and his power was greatly reduced. In addition, Yadar's own strength was only a "bonus" compared to Igor's. So although he died just as thoroughly, he at least left some fragmented body parts, so that Dago would not leave empty-handed.

Despite his discomfort, Dago rummaged through Damian's wreckage.

The haul was decent: two space rings, one silver and one green, both engraved with simple leaf patterns and finely crafted.

In addition, there was a silver cube-shaped magical artifact that emitted a strong spatial energy fluctuation.

"This is probably the 'key'."

Dago reached out, intending to take the Rubik's Cube into his pocket, but the moment his fingertips touched it, the cube shattered without warning with a "crack," turning into countless tiny, silvery-white sparks.

It vanished without a trace in an instant, like a soap bubble in the sunlight—beautiful as it may be, but utterly fragile.

"Um?!"

Dago was caught off guard.

Before he could even react, the surrounding environment suddenly changed as the silver Rubik's Cube shattered.

All around him, the wizards who had been fighting fiercely in their own small spaces seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand, disappearing one after another before his eyes.

It was as if an invisible waterfall was rushing down from the surrounding void, quickly taking away all the scenery.

Even the seven intertwined and constantly fighting "miracle days" overhead disappeared at the same time.

"Have I been teleported away?"

Dago stood up and looked around.

The arena was still beneath his feet, but all he could see was the empty, silent goblin plain. The cold starlight fell from above, creating a deathly stillness, as if he were the only living person left in the world.

This is what is meant by "being a lonely person".

Dago tried to walk forward a little further.

"Whoosh—"

Upon touching an invisible boundary, space distorted, and he was teleported back to the starting point.

"So it wasn't teleportation, we were just 'locked up'." Dago immediately understood the key point. "It's not just spatial imprisonment, our vision has also been completely blocked."

The previous miraculous artifacts, while dividing the battlefield into countless small compartments, at least allowed people to see what was happening in the next compartment, much like prison bars.

Although they couldn't get out, at least they could still see their fellow inmates. Now that the silver cube has shattered, it has triggered some kind of runic restriction, turning these spaces into completely sealed "black rooms," making it impossible to see the outside world at all.

Dago had originally hoped to use the Rubik's Cube in Yadar's possession to "release" the other trapped wizards, but now it seems that this idea has completely failed.

"That's true. How could such authority, which allows one to control the entire situation, fall into the hands of an ordinary third-ring wizard like Yadar? He's just a slightly higher-ranking jailer."

Fortunately, Dago never placed all his hopes on others; he already had his own way of getting out of trouble.

Thinking it over, he flipped his wrist and took something out of his spatial ring.

This is a delicate dagger about the length of a palm, shaped like a dinner knife.

The material is very special, with a smooth, mirror-like surface, as if a layer of water is slowly flowing on it, exuding a cold and aloof aura.

This is a space teleportation mirror dagger that he obtained from the secret realm of the Mysterious Garden a long time ago.

The maximum teleportation distance of this thing is only five hundred meters, which is really not long.

If you're traveling on a vast plain, those 500 meters are just a matter of running a few more steps.

But the arena is only so big, five hundred meters long, enough for him to break free from this invisible cage and do many things.

"The fusion of the three domains..."

Dago toyed with the silver mirror dagger in his hand, watching it nimbly spin between his slender fingers, a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

"This power is enough to instantly kill a powerful third-ring wizard like Igorius. The power in this world is indeed limitless."

Suddenly, a sense of regret welled up in his heart.

"What a pity. I couldn't bring myself to glance at Ang."

That Ang also seems to possess some kind of powerful bloodline energy, which, once unleashed, could severely injure Gehrman, who was at the mid-stage of the third ring.

That kind of madness and ruthlessness makes him a formidable opponent.

Perhaps, as Anglie said, there is still a gap between himself and him.

"The Southern Wizarding Geniuses Gathering, the Chief Prodigy."

Dago recalled the words Ang had left behind before he left, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

This is probably what is meant by "mutual appreciation" or a challenge of "there's always tomorrow."

Without further thought, Dago gripped the mirror dagger tightly, channeling his spiritual energy into it like mercury, activating the runes on it.

Without the slightest hesitation, he gripped the dagger in his backhand and gently plunged it into his own shoulder.