Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago’s gaze swept over the remaining thirty-one stone pillars.

This is the highest point in the clouds, and also the rehearsal ground for power.

Each towering stone pillar embodies the ambition and talent of the most outstanding generation of wizards in the Southern Wizarding World.

Dago's gaze did not linger, sweeping over the blurry figures like a hawk.

There are as many as six powerful individuals in the late stage of the third ring.

These six auras, like torches in the night, brazenly asserted their presence.

Aside from the already famous Michael and Colcrown, Dago's gaze was fixed on a golden glow.

Psionic Dawn, Gale.

He was an anomaly among the thirty-two, and the only Iron Knight.

Unlike the traditional robes and cloth robes of wizards, Gale wore a full set of mithril knight armor, which reflected a dazzling cold light in the sunlight.

Her golden hair danced wildly, her aura as radiant as the morning sun, carrying an aura of sacred and inviolable majesty.

What is most striking is the magnificent creature beside him.

A unicorn with wings on its back and a pure white body was restlessly pawing at the stone pillar beneath its hooves, exhaling white spiritual mist from its nostrils.

It looks a lot like the legendary unicorn, that kind of sacred creature that only exists in ancient books.

This strange beast is said to possess the magical ability to purify everything, and its spiral horn on its head is the nemesis of all poisons and curses in the world.

As the viewer shifts their gaze, the scene suddenly turns dark.

Chaos Secret Society, Vickery.

He huddled in the shadow of the stone pillar, his head bowed, his lips moving rapidly as if he were talking to an evil spirit in the void.

A thick, ominous aura materialized into tangible black smoke, swirling around him and even swallowing up the light.

Next is Evaqui, the ancient spirit shaman.

And that freak from "Stone Peak"—a strange boy whose body seemed to grow on the shoulders of a black stone giant, with skin that was the color of a rock.

These six people are the kings in name only.

They were like six mountains, weighing heavily on the hearts of the remaining twenty-six people, and they received the most attention.

Suddenly, Dago's scanning gaze stopped and stopped on a figure.

He was an average-looking young man.

Wearing a plain black robe without any frills, his strength fluctuations at the mid-stage of the third ring would disappear instantly if thrown into a crowd.

Ordinary, unassuming, and inconspicuous.

But when Dago's gaze met the other man's eyes, his heart clenched.

Those were a pair of deep, eerie red eyes, like fine wine, with a chilling sense of familiarity.

Dago's gaze seemed to draw the other's attention, and the young wizard slowly raised his head, meeting Dago's gaze across the void.

Half a second later.

On that ordinary face, the corners of his mouth stretched out in an exaggerated grin, revealing a sinister and chilling smile.

His lips moved silently, as if speaking to Dargo:

"Oh dear, you found it again."

Dago withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, and suppressed the murderous intent surging in his chest.

A glint of light flickered in his slightly lowered eyes, and he silently murmured a name in his heart: "Ang Rio".

"Boom!"

A deep, muffled bang shattered the deathly silence in the sky.

Under the watchful eyes of the world, the hidden fairy city seemed to awaken from its slumber, and the earth began to tremble violently.

Deep underground, an ancient and massive runic array began to operate, the grinding and rubbing sounds like a whisper from ancient times.

The next moment, in the astonished gaze of countless onlookers, a more magnificent, soaring pure white beam of light burst forth from the ground amidst the thirty-two white beams of light.

At the center of the pillar of light, a huge rock platform slowly rose up, like an altar of a god.

Ranked matches have begun!

Upon witnessing this scene, everyone felt a surge of intense anticipation and excitement—a yearning for power and a longing for legend.

The Land of Isidore opens once every hundred years to select the thirty-two most outstanding young wizards in the south and place them among the prodigies.

This is not just a ranking, but a ticket to the truth.

These thirty-two positions represent the ancient recognition from the legendary wizard Isidore, with the most prestigious being the unique position of "Chief Wizard".

That is the jewel in the crown.

The wizard who wins the title of chief will not only be recognized as the strongest young wizard in the South, possessing unparalleled fame and glory, but will also have a high probability of inheriting a part of the true mantle of the legendary wizard, the born magic master Isidore.

To obtain tremendous opportunities and benefits.

This alone is enough to get the onlookers' blood pumping.

The figures on the thirty-two stone pillars all stood up, their energy surging and their fighting spirit soaring to the sky.

Dago remained calm, focused on the massive rock platform rising in the center.

When the rock platform reached a certain height, it finally stopped, emitting a dull thud.

"Buzz—"

Among the thirty-two stone pillars, the white light on two of them suddenly turned blue, like beacons chosen by the gods.

Following closely behind the wizards on the two stone pillars, their bodies were uncontrollably lifted into the air, as if drawn by some invisible force, and they flew rapidly toward the platform.

"A series of battles?"

Dago blinked, thought for a moment, then sat down on the stone pillar again, adjusting his breathing. Many of the other unchosen wizard geniuses also relaxed like him, but their eyes remained fixed on the battlefield.

"Dago".

A thought suddenly entered my mind.

Dago's expression shifted slightly as he sensed a fluctuation of consciousness.

Looking to the side following the ripples, he saw that Harvid, the president of the Progressive Society, whose seat was right next to his, was looking at him with a gentle expression, his eyes carrying a hint of flattery and alliance.

The two naturally connected in consciousness and began to communicate through mental energy across the void.

Not only them, but the wizards on the other stone pillars were also communicating in private. Dago even noticed several fluctuations of consciousness frequently interacting between the stone pillars and the central platform.

The wizard, who was about to have his first duel, was making final preparations with his "friends and family".

After taking the initiative to communicate with Dago, Harvid didn't waste any words and went straight to telling Dago about the backgrounds and information of the two wizards who were fighting on the field.

"The one on the left is Blue Bos, from the 'Arcane Guild,' and the gloomy guy on the right is from the 'Shadowmoon Church.'"

He seemed to be trying to show goodwill to Dago in this way, repaying Dago for the favor of securing a seat for him.

Dago did not object and listened quietly.

None of the wizards on the field who have reached this point are simple characters; they are all extraordinary geniuses who have amazed their respective regions.

Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you survive to the end.

Even if many people don't necessarily encounter Dago in later battles, learning more about him will greatly help broaden their horizons.

The two wizards about to clash on the platform are from two medium-sized wizarding factions in the south, the "Arcane Guild" and the "Shadowmoon Church," and both are at the mid-third ring of spiritual power.

However, the genius wizard Blueboss from the "Arcane Guild" was surrounded by seven faintly visible soul crystals, making him slightly stronger than the wizards of the "Shadowmoon Church" who only possessed six soul crystals.

But this "little bit" is often the difference between victory and defeat.

The battle erupted instantly!

The two quickly engaged in battle, their magical domains expanding instantly. The energy fluctuations generated by the collision of their spells spread out almost immediately, like dazzling fireworks exploding in the arena.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The violent energy flow crashed into the invisible runic light shield around the platform, creating ripples that were firmly blocked. The onlookers could not feel any aftershocks and could only see the cruel interplay of light and shadow.

Both sides were very strong, and every move they made was potentially fatal.

However, the course of the battle soon took a strange turn.

Blue Perseus of the "Mystic Guild" didn't chant many spells at all.

He just kept taking things out of his pocket.

In one battle, he even used seven or eight different Tier 3 magic items in a row!

He hurled countless expensive magical artifacts at his opponent as if they were free pebbles, his "arrogant" demeanor causing many to glance at him sideways and their lips to twitch.

This isn't a contest of skills; it's clearly throwing money at someone!

"The Arcane Guild controls about a third of the magical artifact workshop business in the south, and they even have some trade relations with the central region."

Harvid's explanation made Dago realize something.

He remarked with deep emotion that, despite the fact that this wizard from the "Arcane Guild" used seven or eight Tier 3 magical artifacts in a single battle,

He may still have quite a few unused magical artifacts, including possibly even miracle-level artifacts.

The Arcane Guild has big ambitions this time. They have united some small and medium-sized wizarding forces and are trying to create a future by piling up resources.

In the previous stages of the struggle, the Gongjin Society had encountered them, but they were no match for them at all, and were blasted into a sorry state by the sky full of magical artifacts.

The outcome of the battle was already predetermined.

Although the wizards of the Shadowmoon Church possessed exquisite magic, their mana was quickly depleted under this unreasonable "firepower barrage," leaving them to watch in despair as their opponents pulled out another brand-new wand.

The first battle ended quickly.

With overwhelming strength and superior equipment, the young wizard named Blue Perseus from the "Arcane Guild" achieved a decisive victory.

He straightened his perfectly disheveled robes and stood proudly on the platform like a victor, basking in the awe and envy directed at him from all around.

Then, he slowly flew back to his seat.

"Click—"

After Lambos won, the stone pillar beneath his feet made a crisp sound and slowly rose a bit higher. The white light on the pillar also became more intense and magnificent, symbolizing his promotion.

The defeated wizard of the Shadowmoon Church, pale-faced, left the stage in despair as the light faded, his stone pillar extinguished completely, and he became a spectator.

After this battle, the atmosphere in the ranking matches seemed to suddenly become tense.

Everyone realized that this was not only a contest of magic, but also a battle of inner strength.

The blue beams of light constantly shifted, and the chosen wizards took to the stage. Some beams of light blazed brightly like the sun, while others extinguished like ashes.

The winners advance, the losers are eliminated.

Cruel, direct, and with no way out.

Dago sat on his stone pillar like a statue.

He kept hearing a series of crashing, roaring sounds behind him, the combined voices of tens of thousands of wizards who were watching, discussing, marveling, and shouting.

The sound was deafening.

There were far too many fluctuations of spiritual energy, far too many gazes, far too many free energy particles, and many fluctuations and auras that Dago couldn't explain.