Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago tried it out, and in this environment, combined with the "Illusory Dream Sphere", he comprehended several spells of the Extraordinary Magic Domain. The speed at which his progress value on the system panel increased was about three to five times faster than normal.

The free-floating elemental particles in the air seemed to be forcibly gathered by some high-dimensional rules. The originally obscure and difficult-to-understand spell models, under the dim blue light emitted by the "Dream Sphere", were like corpses precisely dissected by a scalpel, their textures clearly displayed in the palace of thought.

Once a spell's progress value reaches its peak, every point of improvement is not merely an accumulation of progress value, but a leveraging of the world's underlying rules.

This kind of advancement becomes increasingly difficult, as if an invisible "barrier of truth" is blocking mortals from prying into it.

Dago has mastered many magical domains. Whether it is the raging fire core or the cold ice core, they all require extremely precise mental energy to sort out and assimilate them. When averaged out across each spell, the process becomes even slower.

However, this resistance has weakened at this moment due to the amplification provided by the Dream Sphere.

The improved efficiency increases three to five times, saving a lot of time.

In the wizarding world, time is equivalent to life, and to taking an extra step on the endless path of exploration.

"The spells cast here are of a much higher power than those cast outside. The elemental activity in the environment is extremely high, as if it were created for killing and destruction."

Under such high pressure, one's mental strength must be constantly on edge to suppress the frenzied elements, thus significantly increasing the speed of cultivating the "Elemental Resonance Technique."

Dago opened his palm, and a faint, icy blue light flickered in his center—a manifestation of his control over the rules.

He recalled the brush with death he had just faced. Dago had survived by sheer luck in his struggle against the remaining will of the "Desperate Winter Dragon Behelight," and that he had escaped unscathed entirely thanks to his powerful will, which far surpassed that of other wizards of the same level.

It was not just a clash of forces, but a devouring and counter-devouring at the level of the soul.

The ancient will, like the extreme cold of despair, carrying the brutality and chaos of a barbaric era, attempted to completely freeze Dago's faint self-awareness, as weak as a candle flame.

If it were an ordinary person, even one with slightly weaker mental strength, they probably wouldn't have been able to hold out until they could ask Bernal for help. They would have been devoured by that ancient, madness and become nothing more than a walking corpse that only knew how to kill.

This willpower was forged by Dago through countless painful trials and tribulations, surpassing even steel and iron.

From his initial apprenticeship as a wizard to his repeated brushes with life and death, he gradually stripped fear, hesitation, and weakness from his soul, leaving only an absolute thirst for truth and ruthless rationality.

But it's far from enough to fight against the domineering consciousness from ancient times.

It's a form of suppression based on social status, a chasm in terms of life level.

The "Elemental Resonance Technique" is not only a physical torment, but also a continuous expansion of the limits of the mind, and remains the top priority for Dago's future training.

Only by forging the soul to be as hard as the hardest diamond can one bear the weight of truth.

After the battle at the Goblin Plains Old Revival Society, Dago felt that his efficiency in increasing his mental power through meditation seemed to have improved a little.

This improvement is very small, like adding a grain of sand in a vast sea of ​​sand. It's almost imperceptible without careful observation, but it is indeed an improvement.

This enhancement does not come from piling up potions, but from the purification of the essence of the soul.

"It must have been the constant clashes of spells and the collision of magical domains that removed some of the impurities from my soul."

Dago guessed.

In that intense life-or-death struggle, every second requires mobilizing all potential; fear is squeezed out into motivation, and distracting thoughts are burned away by the will to survive.

The path of a wizard is inherently defying the heavens; it is about plundering the world's resources to achieve one's own success.

It turns out that the path of the ancient war wizard is indeed effective; the power forged in blood and fire is far more solid than the comfortable meditation in a laboratory.

A wizard of average talent like him should actively seek competition and temper himself through constant struggle if he wants to break free from the shackles of bloodline and talent.

Only by transforming oneself into the sharpest blade can one have a chance to reach the same level as, or even surpass, other wizarding geniuses.

Only by standing atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood can one see the scenery from a higher vantage point.

Having gathered her thoughts and calmed the restless magic within her, she stepped out of the ice-elemental inheritance space and returned to her cozy and tranquil little room.

This "warmth" felt out of place to Dago's keen senses.

Everything here is so quiet, as quiet as a tomb, with only the faint glow of the runes on the walls silently telling the story of this place's mystery.

A delicious aroma of food wafted into Dago's nostrils—a carefully prepared scent, brimming with calories and bioactivity.

He looked up and noticed an extra dish of food on the long table in the center of the room.

Several steaming hot pies, crispy on the outside; half a golden roast goose, its fat still sizzling.

There was also a bowl of thick soup made with kale leaves, mushrooms, and chopped onions. It was rich in color and seemed to have other sauces added. It smelled faintly of egg yolk.

Did someone come to the room when he entered the Inheritance Imprint Space?

Dago's eyes flickered, a barely perceptible hint of wariness flashing deep in his pupils.

He scanned the long table with his mental energy for a moment, and only after confirming that there were no magical traps or poisonous reactions did he turn his attention to the food.

There was also a black writing board about the size of two palms, with neat handwriting that read: "If you have any needs in life, write them on the board, and someone will take care of them."

This is a silent display, demonstrating the other party's absolute control over their movements and the abundance of resources available here.

"It seems they really don't plan to let me out anytime soon."

Dago sat down at the long table, his face showing no anxiety about being imprisoned, only a cold indifference of "since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it."

He calmly picked up the silver cutlery on the table, the cold metallic touch giving him a sense of reality.

He tasted each piece of food one by one, his eating movements mechanical and efficient, each bite aimed at maximizing energy intake rather than enjoying the deliciousness.

Then, he silently wrote down his evaluation of the food and his expected recipe for the next meal on the black writing board—demonstrating a rational cooperation, which was the optimal solution for acquiring resources at present.

He slowly tore at the crispy, juicy roasted goose leg, his chewing muscles working powerfully, while his gaze swept across the surrounding bookshelves like a hawk.

With a thought, his spiritual tentacles extended out, and a blue-covered book, about half a finger thick, automatically detached from the bookshelf, as if lifted by an invisible hand, and flew to him, flipping through the pages with a "whoosh."

This book, which has no cover, contains only a spell rune and nothing else.

The runes were intricate and twisted, as if they were a projection of some higher-dimensional being. An ordinary person might feel dizzy just looking at them, but in Dago's eyes, this was the knowledge to analyze the world.

As Dago flipped through the books one by one, he discovered that most of the books on the shelves were rune books.

These books contain no explanatory text, only stark truth—runes.

This surprised him, making him wonder if this was the place where the core knowledge of the French circuit was passed down. This method of directly showing the "answer" without giving the "solution process" is cruel but efficient.

Runes are the condensation of a wizard's talent and the crystallization of his wisdom; they are levers that use mental power to manipulate the rules.

Any surviving rune is a treasure, representing a successful theft of truth by our predecessors.

If Dago wants to achieve something in the path of wizardry in the future and stop copying others, he will inevitably have to take the step of creating his own runes.

This step requires a sufficient amount of knowledge about runes.

It's like building a Tower of Babel; the foundation must be incredibly solid.

Throughout his journey of cultivation, from struggling at the bottom to becoming a second-ring wizard, how many runes has he come into contact with and collected?

Quite a few. He treasured every fragment unearthed from ruins and every scroll plundered from enemy corpses.

Is that a lot?

Actually, there aren't many; it's still far from meeting the minimum standard for creating your own runes.

The true rune system is vast and complex; what he glimpsed was merely the tip of the iceberg.

The [Prism] sign is merely his stripping away of the core runes of the "Phantom Dream Sphere," an imitation, a dismantling, far from being "original."

He could only understand the creations of others, but he could not create things out of thin air.

Of course, it's really too far-fetched for a mere second-ring wizard like him to be thinking about creating his own runes and establishing a new school of magic.

To put it simply, the few high-level rare runes that Dago has accumulated so far—the core runes of the Illusionary Dream Sphere—are profound techniques involving space and illusion.

The core runes of the miraculous artifact, the Staff of Space Freeze, touch upon the very essence of time;

The core runes of the Mirror Dagger and Bell artifacts, as well as the [Cold Element] rune.

Behind each rune lies the embodiment of a rule.

Dago never stopped studying these runes; he disassembled and reassembled those complex lines countless times in his mind, but progress was always very slow.

Ultimately, it's because of a lack of knowledge about runes, making it impossible to understand the logic and aesthetics behind those lines.

Dago has seen and studied too few runes to support the analysis of high-level rare runes, let alone explore their essence.

Now, the runic knowledge displayed on the bookshelves in this room, those seemingly dry collections of symbols, are a rare opportunity for him to fill in the gaps in his foundation.

It's like opening the door to a treasure trove to a beggar.

"Even if the inheritance mark space is not open to me, the fact that I can freely browse these runes is an extremely rare opportunity."

A strange light gleamed in Dago's eyes—a greedy thirst for knowledge, a burning ambition.

He ate his meal, replenishing the energy his brain needed to function at high speed, while slowly flipping through the talisman books on the bookshelf.

The spell ring has its advantages. The pursuit of "versatility" has led to the storage of a large number of various elemental runes within the spell ring, as well as corresponding general spells.

This is a kind of foundation, a knowledge barrier built up over the years of countless wizards.

Dago doesn't necessarily need to learn every single one of them; human energy is limited. But he needs to know that they exist and understand their operating logic.

Simply by reading, learning, and expanding his knowledge, his understanding of magic is also growing rapidly.

It's like drawing a map of the world in your mind, so that even if you never set foot there, you know the direction of the mountains and rivers.

Undine once said that after becoming a third-ring wizard, the path of a wizard will undergo a qualitative change, and he will officially begin to come into contact with the core inheritance of the magic ring.

When the time comes, whether to study several schools of magic, specialize in elements or explore the soul, and specifically which schools of magic to learn in order to build one's own sorcery model... these are all issues that need to be weighed and considered.

Every choice determines the upper limit of one's future and ability to survive.

Understanding these things now is a form of foresight, allowing us to make preliminary plans for the future magic system and avoid getting lost on the path ahead.

Knowledge is power; this is the only truth.

As Dago gazed upon the wondrous world constructed by the runes, the sound of flapping wings suddenly broke the deathly silence of the room. The rapid, powerful sound shattered the stillness.