Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago, fully equipped with the 【Eternal Night Frost Mark】 set of magical artifacts, stood quietly in mid-air with one hand pressing down into the air.

Every piece of his magical equipment was undergoing precise energy interaction, with runes flowing like water.

Countless frosts and mysterious energy surged from his body like a tide.

Every strand of his hair was dancing wildly, and the messy snow made his handsome face appear pure white.

Dago remained expressionless.

The Eye of Truth spun wildly, analyzing the elemental concentration of every inch of the surrounding space.

The right hand, which had been pressing down into the void, made a grasping motion and then slowly lifted up.

It was like dragging a sleeping monster out of the abyss.

In an instant, the frost tornado that was clashing with the flames in the sky slowly spread out.

One after another, enormous pure white ice blades, like a dance of fine snow, carrying boundless chill and sharpness, slowly rose from the tornado vortex.

These dances of ice blades and fine snow are not physical entities, but rather the embodiment of high-density ice elements under the pressure of rules.

At the same time the pure white ice blade appeared, aurora-like patterns began to appear under Dago's feet.

These light patterns grew in the void, forming a huge entity that resembled a runic magic circle.

If you look down from a high altitude at this moment, you can see it.

Centered on Dago, a huge hexagonal snowflake pattern is rapidly appearing around him.

It was the most perfect geometric structure in nature, imbued with the will of a wizard.

A mysterious and exquisite giant snowflake pattern is combined with pure white ice blades.

In an instant, it formed an absolute freezing array filled with boundless cold and a chilling aura!

This is the [Fine Snow Sword Domain] of the dual-domain resonance realm.

Combined with the spell domain of [Elemental Resonance], which also enters the dual domain resonance.

This is one of the results of Dago's three years of arduous practice in the Thorn Dharma Circle.

The fusion of two extraordinary domains that have reached a state of dual resonance.

While not as terrifying as Behemoth's Death Gaze, its power is still terrifying to a level that even ordinary third-ring wizards cannot reach.

An ice-sealing array was formed, and pure white ice blades danced like fine snow under the power of the extraordinary domain array.

It forms an incredibly terrifying strangling force.

Centered on Dago, the area within several kilometers around it became a field of frost.

This is his absolute domain, the foundation upon which he stands in this world, where wind, snow, ice, and ice cut and annihilate everything.

Like a giant ice millstone, it continuously extinguished the high-temperature flames that attempted to cross the line.

Each collision is accompanied by the annihilation of a large amount of energy, producing a sizzling sound that makes your teeth ache.

At this moment, Dago, clad in ice crystal armor, seemed to have become the true ruler of ice and snow.

He dragged his icy cloak as he slowly walked toward the raging flames directly in front of him.

With each step, the burning flames seemed to weaken a little more.

However, before Dago could take two steps, suddenly...

"Click—"

Crisp, yet enough to freeze the soul.

It sounded like something was being smashed.

A flash of crimson suddenly appeared in Dago's eyes and rapidly magnified.

It's not just a visual magnification, but also an unparalleled sense of oppression expanding on a spiritual level.

Dago's eyes flickered slightly as he clearly saw a staff burning with crimson lotus flames easily shatter his icy domain.

It shot towards him at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Dago raised his hands.

One after another, the delicate snowflakes seemed to have broken free from an ancient seal and trembled.

They all slashed towards that red light.

This is a tragic act, like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Jingle bells—"

The sounds of intense impacts formed a continuous line.

The ice blade struck the staff, producing a crisp, melodious sound.

No ice blade could stop the cane's forward trajectory.

It shattered upon the slightest touch.

It turns into the most primitive ice shards and dissipates into the air.

A giant snowflake pattern began to spin at Dago's feet.

The patterns on the snowflakes transformed into deep blue ice currents, like ice snakes coiling around the walking stick.

"【Despair-Sealed Core】!"

A hint of deep blue appeared between Dago’s loosely clenched hands.

It was a deep blue compressed to the extreme, so deep that even light could not escape it.

Then the point of deep blue rapidly expanded, instantly growing into a massive frost sphere radiating an intense sense of despair.

The [Ice Core Cruise Missile] also entered the dual resonance realm.

The moment the ice puck took shape, it collided precisely with the Crimson Lotus Staff that flew close by.

There was no explosion.

Only a deathly silence engulfed everything.

A terrifying heatwave hit us.

In an instant, the frost before Dago's eyes melted away, turning into drops of transparent water, which then quickly evaporated.

Dago's expression remained unchanged. He clapped his hands together, and the enormous sphere of ice directly engulfed the Crimson Lotus Staff.

It's like a giant cell that devours the invading virus.

Immediately afterwards, the frost field around him contracted rapidly.

All energy ceases to radiate outwards and collapses inwards.

The deep blue ice currents wrapped around the ice puck like chains.

Those are the shackles of the rules.

There were also pure white ice blades called "Dance of Fine Snow," which were broken and then reformed, inserted one by one.

A moment later.

The ice and snow in the field had completely melted away.

All the strange phenomena vanished, as if the apocalyptic scene from before had been nothing but an illusion.

All the icy coldness in the world gathered between Dago's loosely clenched palms.

The highly concentrated energy caused the surrounding space to exhibit unstable ripples.

Before him were layers of deep blue chains binding him, and countless pure white ice blades piercing through him.

It looked like a giant, blue-and-white sea urchin ice ball, rotating slightly.

The three types of magical power intertwined, and a sense of unease and instability emanated from the ice sphere.

It's like a nuclear bomb that could explode at any moment.

At the very center of the hockey puck, a beautifully crafted women's cane, its flames completely extinguished, hovered silently.

It had lost its luster and looked as if it had died.

It was as if it had been completely frozen.

Even the flow of time seemed to be frozen by this extreme cold.

"Tsk"

A slightly surprised voice rang out.

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the heavy air and reached Dago's ears.

It carries a sense of superior mockery, a kind of novelty at seeing ants raise a branch to block a car wheel.

Dago looked up.

There was a beautiful young witch swinging her two fair legs.

Her skin, illuminated by the firelight, appeared almost translucent and pinkish.

They were marveling at him as if they had discovered a new continent.

There was no fear in his eyes.

It was pure, girlish curiosity.

...........

"Well"

Emily, the silver-haired witch, and her companions were all stunned.

Their thinking faltered for a moment.

It's as if a preconceived notion has been overturned, and all that comes from the cerebral cortex is absurd signals.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.

It was a chilling experience of witnessing the birth of a paradox.

"He actually blocked it?!"

His voice was hoarse, trembling with disbelief at reality.

"So he was an ice magic wizard."

This is not just about judging attributes, but also about completely overhauling the assessment of its strength.

They looked at the tall, slender young man clad in ice crystal armor, his hands clasped together loosely.

He stood there, like a precise instrument node, manipulating the surrounding ice element levers.

With a single Frost Domain power that had been enhanced to achieve a dual resonance level.

The Crimson Staff belonging to the Ash Witch was briefly frozen.

For a moment, the group couldn't find the right words to express their feelings.

It was awe of unknown power, and fear of those who broke the rules.

You should know that she is the Ash Witch, Tracy.

This name represents more than just a person; it represents a form of dominance.

A prodigy in the Central Region, on par with His Highness Michael of the Emerald Court.

That is the being standing at the top of the pyramid, looking down upon all living beings.

Among wizards of the same level, how many third-ring wizards could withstand a direct hit from her Crimson Lotus Staff?

What profound understanding of the rules of elements is required to build such a robust defense model?

Just like Fink before, that genius who usually thought too highly of himself.

It was merely struck by the residual force of the crimson lotus staff that flew from afar.

They merely skirted the edge of the rules.

It almost melted completely.

That was a collapse that started at the cellular level, a terrifying act of forcibly erasing the blueprint of life.

If it weren't for the Jade Court's life-saving measures, it's hard to say whether I would still be standing here alive.

Even if they are alive, the shadow of fear is indelibly imprinted deep in their souls.

And now they actually saw a small second-ring southern wizard.

Indigenous people who, in their perception, belong to a land of knowledge wasteland and scarce resources.

Using only his own magical abilities, he managed to block Tracy's attack.

There were no shortcuts; it was a pure clash of hard power.

It even froze the Crimson Lotus Staff, temporarily extinguishing the ever-burning crimson lotus flames on it.

That is a concrete manifestation of the concept of "burning" being temporarily suppressed by the concept of "freezing".

This was completely different from what they had originally expected—that they would be reduced to ashes in a single encounter.

The stark contrast between their perception and reality stirred up a storm in their minds.

If this scene were to spread, the wizard from the southern part of the Upper Ring Continent would likely become famous in the wizarding world of the Central Region.

He will be seen as an outcast, a specimen worthy of study, or a potential threat.

At least before this, no second-circle wizard had ever been able to do this.

This is a rebellion that transcends the hierarchy of life, a trampling of the ironclad rules governing the wizarding order.