Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Were you attacked by vengeful spirits?"

Dago looked slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised by the outcome.

The vengeful spirits that had been forcibly enslaved by Maflin were now like piranhas that had smelled blood, frantically tearing at their former master's broken spirit body.

Mamfulin's final, trump card spell was abruptly extinguished by his own actions, perhaps due to the backlash from the failed spell.

Perhaps after his physical body perished, his strength was no longer sufficient to suppress the countless vengeful spirits he commanded and controlled.

That's why this situation has arisen.

Dago looked up and saw countless colorful orbs of light, large and small, surging toward him from the sky.

Those were pure soul particles.

He opened his arms wide, like a believer embracing the truth, or more like a greedy abyssal beast.

"call--"

As if a strong wind were pressing down on his face, Dago closed his eyes and felt his soul power surging rapidly, quickly approaching a certain critical point.

That is the qualitative change barrier between the second and third ring roads.

Click.

It was as if I heard the sound of some kind of shackle breaking deep within my soul.

pain.

The extreme pain felt like being immersed in lava.

But Dago remained expressionless.

In this cruel wizarding world, pain is a byproduct of power; only by enduring the tedium and excruciating agony can one touch the hem of truth.

"boom!"

It was as if a gray torrent was erupting on Dago.

He was enveloped in billowing gray smoke, which clung to him like a thick gray cloud.

The gray clouds churned and rolled, as if something was about to be born from them.

The elemental particles are cheering, arranging, and recombining.

Around the battle, three-ring wizards stood motionless in place.

They were not just shocked, they were terrified.

The oppressive feeling, which originated from the level of life itself, made even their proud mental shield tremble slightly.

Gazing at Dago's tall figure, faintly visible amidst the rolling gray clouds, many people were momentarily lost in bewilderment.

"Is Mamforin dead?"

The same question arose in the minds of every spectating wizard, giving them a strong sense of unreality.

Reality is often more chilling than absurd dramas.

A moment later, the eyes of the watching wizards, who had fully accepted the reality before them, began to tremble violently.

Mamforin is dead!

That madman who turned living people into ghosts and struck fear into the hearts of countless low-level wizards has fallen.

The current inheritor of the Bone Bell, with mid-stage three-ring strength, was considered by many to be a top-tier figure in the first tier, qualified to compete for a spot in the top twenty of the Isidore Wizards before the battle began. But he really died.

This is illogical.

This violates their perceived ironclad rules of hierarchy.

Moreover, he died at the hands of a young wizard whose apparent strength was only at the second level.

Shock, horror, disbelief, incredulity... a torrent of emotions erupted in the hearts of the onlookers like a volcanic eruption.

A dangerous, deathly silence filled the air.

The greedy gaze receded, replaced by deep apprehension and a shrewd reassessment of risks.

"Who exactly is this person? Has anyone heard of him?"

"When did the South ever have such a powerful lineage of ice magic?!"

"What a terrifying monster!"

A small but powerful storm was brewing among the wizards watching the battle. Many realized that a new, monstrous star was about to rise in the southern wizarding world and would soon shine brightly in this battle for seats!

A corner in the crowd.

"Uh~"

The person most affected by this battle was naturally Claire, the genius wizard known as "The Hand of Magic," who was a member of the same society as Dago.

The energy fluctuations emanating from the second-circle wizard, whom he considered a "filler," were suffocating him.

Claire was still in a daze, not yet fully recovered from the shock of Dago defeating Mamflin.

Memory retracing.

The image is frozen on the day I joined the company.

Claire suddenly remembered what Buckle had said to him when he brought Dago into the Progressive Society: "Perhaps you could try fighting him. I don't think you would be a match for him."

At the time, he only felt that it was an insult from Barker, but now he realizes that it was not an insult at all, but a trap that Barker had dug for him.

That was a stark statement of fact.

Cold sweat trickled down Claire's forehead.

He was like a clown, brandishing a rusty dagger in front of a dragon, thinking himself elegant.

"The so-called 'Four-Colored Crystal' Barker is just a decoy, a smokescreen deliberately set up by the Thorn Ring. This Dago is the real chief genius of the Thorn Ring, their top trump card hidden in their hands."

Claire murmured to himself, stunned. He had finally discovered the truth. Ironically, most of the members of the Progressive Society were still kept in the dark, just like him.

So-called alliances and so-called progress are nothing more than a chess game set up by the strong in the face of absolute power.

The current president, "Dawn Wind" Harvid, should have been aware of the situation; otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to let a mere second-circle wizard join the Progressive Society, and he wouldn't have been so warm and friendly towards him.

Claire was thinking about it.

Suddenly at this moment.

"boom!"

The earth trembled.

An invisible wave suddenly emanated from somewhere far away.

This wave, carrying an ancient, weathered, and arrogant will, swept across the entire Fairy Ancient City.

Claire and the wizards who had not yet dispersed instinctively turned to look in the direction from which the fluctuations came.

Everyone's eyes narrowed sharply as they saw layers of mist rapidly dissipating from a certain location on the east side of the Fairy Ancient City.

In the dispersing mist, a blazing white beam of light pierced the sky from a gray-white stone pillar.

In the dim light, everyone could see an incredibly dense gray cloud quietly drifting into the pillar of light and gently landing on the top of the stone pillar, with what appeared to be human figures within it.

The figure looked down upon all living beings, as if a deity had returned to its rightful place.

All the wizards stared in disbelief at the scene, and the atmosphere fell silent for a few seconds.

Even the aftershocks of the battle on Dago's side were suppressed by this grand aura.

A moment later, someone reacted and let out a shocked and moved whisper.

"It's a spot! One of Isidore's thirty-two wizard spots has already been taken!"

This statement is like a drop of water falling into boiling oil.

In an instant, everyone was shaken.

That's way too fast!

The Fairy City has only been around for a short time, and the battle for it has already begun. Yet, someone has already defeated enough opponents to gain recognition and secure a place among the thirty-two prodigies.

That was absolute confidence in one's strength, and a silent contempt for all challengers.

At that moment, everyone felt a strange sense of urgency.

Resources are limited, and the path to truth is narrow.

Although many people are self-aware enough not to aspire to be among the thirty-two prodigies.

However, the confirmation of the seats also means that the first phase of the competition is drawing to a close.

The pace of survival of the fittest is about to accelerate.

They don't have much time left to reap the rewards, and many of them don't want to be prey or stepping stones for others to rise in the future.

Many wizards glanced deeply at the figure in the battle-suppressing group that had brought them such shock and impact, and then quickly left, still feeling astonished and deeply wary.

Claire was still staring at the conspicuous beam of light when she turned around and met a pair of eyes as deep and blue as a winter lake.

"You...you..."

Claire was startled and instinctively stepped back, unsure of what to say.

At this moment, after absorbing all the mysterious orbs of light collected by the Bone Bell Maflin, Dago's body was enveloped in such thick gray smoke that it almost completely enveloped his entire body.

His entire body was shrouded in wisps of gray smoke, like flickering gray flames.

With his deep, cold eyes and tall, slender figure, even if he does nothing but stand there, he exudes a strong sense of mystery and power.

"I need to find a quiet place to prepare for promotion to the third ring road."

Dargo looked calmly at Claire and said directly, "I'm afraid I can't go with you to find the other members of the Progressive Society."

Mamforin's "gift" completely closed the last bit of soul power that Dago was missing from becoming a third-ring wizard, and even surpassed it.

He now feels he can reach the third circle wizard at any time.

The advancement from the second to the third ring, whether it's condensing the fourth soul crystal, constructing the fourth soul seal, or the further sublimation and transformation of spiritual power and soul body, will greatly enhance his combat power. Dago must complete it as soon as possible.

Even now, it is in the midst of a fierce battle.

Dago's initial impression of Claire, the genius wizard of "The Hand of Magic," was just so-so, but Claire's two returns completely changed Dago's opinion of him.

Claire is not a bad person; in fact, one could say she is more "humane" than the average wizard.

Even when facing a powerful opponent like Bone Toll, he would still think of helping himself, a mere second-circle wizard from an "enemy" faction.

Therefore, Dago felt it was necessary to tell Claire about his plan to find a place to break through.

Claire was taken aback by Dargo's words, then her expression shifted rapidly before she finally said, "Go find a place to advance your cultivation; I'll protect you."

"Uh~"

Dargo was somewhat surprised. Before he could react, Claire was already frantically searching around, as if she were looking for a suitable place for him to seclude himself.

He kept saying, "Have you prepared the materials needed for upgrading from the second ring road to the third ring road? I have some left; you can use them first."

Looking at Claire, who seemed even more anxious and concerned than he was, Dago suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh.

Rather than a change in attitude due to the display of his strength, he was more inclined to believe that the other party's true nature was just like that.

Dago did not refuse Claire's offer. In fact, everyone in the Fairy City was starting to feel anxious, especially since someone had just won a seat.

Given that the intensity of the upcoming battle is bound to escalate, his decision to go into seclusion to break through at this time is an extremely risky move.

With Claire by his side to help protect him, he felt much more at ease while making his breakthrough.

Dago and Claire quickly left the battlefield where they had fought Mamforin, and finally found an inconspicuous ancient fairy building in a relatively remote and hidden location that looked quite like a giant gray mushroom.

The ancient fairies who once lived in the Fairy City have long since disappeared.

Dargo pushed open the old, small door made of some unknown material, entered the building, and looked around at the interior.