Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Amidst the intertwining of countless mysterious energies, layers of ice crystal mercury enveloped Dago entirely, causing him to writhe as if he were alive.

This is not a simple covering, but a cold, viscous erosion.

Those mercury droplets seemed to possess independent consciousness; they sought to parasitize and yearned for resonance with flesh and blood.

Dago did not resist this inhuman touch; it was the result of his millions of simulations in the laboratory over the past three years—[Living Silver Ice].

In pursuit of truth, a wizard must first learn to relinquish the fragile senses of being human.

Mercury eventually transformed into a living ice crystal armor covering his entire body, revealing only Dago's hair and eyes.

What kind of eyes were those? Gone was the warmth of youth, replaced by a surgically precise indifference.

His face was covered by an ice crystal mask, on which countless energies flowed like water, giving him a mysterious and eerie feeling.

This flow is not chaotic, but follows a certain energy logic, with each ripple dissipating the free-floating radiation and malice in the air.

After Dago was completely enveloped by the [Living Silver Ice], a deep silver color spread from his face, rapidly expanding until his entire body turned silver-blue.

The mask on the face is covered with a large number of complex and mysterious patterns, giving it an air of nobility in addition to its mysterious and eerie appearance.

In three years, Dargo's height increased from over 1.8 meters to 1.9 meters, making him quite tall and imposing among wizards.

Now, adorned with living silver ice, he has become even more imposing, resembling a silver-blue metal monster over two meters tall.

He stood there, a tower built of knowledge and violence, silently proclaiming the power of wizards to the world.

With a flicker, a faint spatial energy fluctuation rippled out, and Dago appeared in the center of the Mysterious Garden.

The air here is filled with the scent of lavender and geranium, but to the wizard, this scent is a spice that masks decay.

"Whoosh—"

Amidst the blooming lavender and geraniums, a twisted, transparent humanoid figure "arrived as promised."

It has no breath, no heartbeat, and no mass.

It's like a shadow forgotten by the world, or some kind of error in the rules of space itself.

Beneath the silver-blue ice mask, countless white lines rapidly spread within the azure eyes, and the shimmering eye pattern between the brows became fully visible on the forehead.

The Eye of Truth is activated, and the world is instantly deconstructed in Dago's eyes.

Stripped of all appearances and faded colors, only the most essential data and lines remain.

At this moment, in Dago's eyes, the transparent humanoid figure, which was incredibly fast and difficult to detect with the naked eye and mental power, had transformed into a large number of shimmering silver threads, looking like a rapidly rolling silver ball of yarn.

"Is this your 'true nature'?"

Dago coldly analyzed in his mind, "The energy circuits are disordered, but the core frequency is unusually stable. It's not a natural organism; it's some kind of alchemical product, or... a manifestation of a curse?"

The "ball of yarn" rolled rapidly toward Dago. Unlike before, this time, facing the attack from the distorted, transparent humanoid, Dago did not dodge. Instead, he stood still and slowly narrowed his eyes.

This is not arrogance, but a test.

Every experiment needs a sample, and at this moment, Dargo used himself as bait.

He needs to know the limit threshold of [Living Silver Ice] when facing high-frequency energy impacts, and he also needs to verify the [Eye of Truth]'s ability to dynamically capture high-speed moving targets.

The distorted, transparent humanoid rushed towards Dago at an extremely fast speed. When the other party entered within five meters of its body, the [Eye of Truth] between Dago's eyebrows suddenly shone brightly, and the pure white eye pattern almost broke free from his forehead.

Data collection complete.

Weakness: The core node is in the third quadrant on the left.

At the same time, within the consciousness space, the third golden soul seal, [Silver Ice], trembled slightly.

A series of mysterious silver-white lights burst forth from Dago's eyes, and intense spatial energy fluctuations emanated from his body, almost instantly overshadowing the fluctuations of ice-type spells.

"hiss--"

Dago took a deep breath, to allow his mental energy and physical body to resonate at the highest frequency.

Just as the transparent, distorted humanoid figure was about to rush towards him, he suddenly stretched out his right hand, his five fingers suddenly spreading wide.

In an instant, the icy mercury attached to its body rolled like water, and countless silvery mercury tentacles quickly extended from its right arm and five fingers, wrapping the transparent and twisted humanoid figure layer by layer in an instant.

The latter's forward momentum lessened slightly, but its body, like the sharpest blade, continued to slice through the mercury tentacles that hindered its progress.

"It's not hard enough, but its toughness meets the standard."

Dago quickly noted down the feedback in his mind: "The other party has high-frequency oscillation properties, which can break through conventional physical constraints."

A large number of mercury tentacles broke off, but Dago remained calm, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, and he gave a low shout.

"【Silver Ice】!"

Since it's impossible to completely lock down the system at the physical level, we can use a rule-based approach to achieve a dimensional reduction attack.

Within the spiritual space, the soul seal [Silver Ice] contained in the third soul crystal flickered once more.

A wisp of stagnant, mysterious energy emanated from Dago, instantly freezing the space within a small area around him, as if a large amount of invisible glue had been poured in. The airflow, light, and even time seemed to fall into an extremely slow flow.

At this moment, the world seemed to have become a still oil painting, with only thought still beating.

Under the influence of this force, the transparent, distorted humanoid's movements slowed down by tens or even hundreds of times.

It struggled, the ball of silver thread twisting wildly.

A terrifying force of struggle erupted from its body, and the solidified void cracked with a "crackling" sound, as if this stagnant space would be completely broken in the next second.

But for Dago, this "next second" was already an eternity long enough.

Victory or defeat often hinges on a mere moment of information and time difference.

Dago's expression was calm, a calmness that suggested he was in control of everything, but also a cold indifference to life.

He took a sudden step forward and instantly appeared in front of the transparent, distorted humanoid figure.

He stretched out his right hand, and layers of living silver ice crumbled, with a "crackling" sound of joints colliding coming from his right arm.

In pursuit of ultimate destructive power, he did not hesitate to undergo partial physical modifications to himself.

This is the wizard's realization: the body is merely a container for the soul, and since it is a container, it can be modified, strengthened, and mutated.

His once slender and muscular right arm instantly became incredibly strong, with muscles bulging, veins standing out, and dark blue dragon scale patterns appearing.

Its five fingers grew even larger, their tips turning pitch black, and in the blink of an eye, they transformed into arms resembling those of a legendary monster, plunging violently into the chest of that transparent, twisted humanoid figure.