Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

An enormous, invisible vortex seemed to appear between heaven and earth, slowly swirling, and at the center of the vortex, the final point where all the fluctuations of energy converged, was the battlefield where they were located.

Gradually, Dago was infected by this invisible force, and he felt his soul begin to stir.

The vast gray cloud behind them churned violently, as if it were about to condense and transform into some kind of being.

"boom!"

At this moment, a strange fluctuation erupted in the field.

Dago looked up and was surprised to find that it was Michael's turn to appear.

The battle had not yet begun, but her opponent, a wizard, was already sweating profusely and almost kneeling on the ground.

The gray smoke behind him seemed to be pulled by some unseen force, rushing rapidly toward Michael's back.

The gray clouds behind Michael churned, and suddenly a ray of golden light burst forth from them. In an instant, all the grayness dissipated, and in its place appeared a huge, pale golden humanoid phantom.

Clad in a long dress and wearing a crown, holding a bow in one hand and a staff in the other, her face was obscured, yet she exuded an unparalleled air of nobility and majesty, instantly dominating the entire scene.

After this unexpected change, many people on the field stood up and looked at Michael with surprise and doubt.

Dago was also shaken. He felt as if his soul was being suppressed by some invisible force, and he felt a sense of insignificance and humility in front of that humanoid phantom.

"The rumors were actually true."

Harvid's slightly incredulous voice echoed in Dago's mind.

"What?!"

Dago even forgot to reply through his consciousness, and turned to look at Harvid, who was standing on the stone pillar next to him with a moved expression, and blurted out a question.

"Soul characteristics,"

Harvid replied in a low voice, "The vast majority of wizards who participate in the competition for the position of Isidore's Wizard are not actually aiming for Isidore's lineage of Archon."

"Because only the one who ultimately wins the chief position has the opportunity to inherit the legacy, most people have no chance at all. What they really value is the benefit to their soul during the competition and ranking battles—the increase in soul power and the manifestation of soul characteristics!"

"The manifestation of soul characteristics?"

Dago frowned.

"right."

Harvid nodded. "The manifestation of one's soul characteristics greatly aids in the development of the true spirit beyond the fourth ring. Knowing one's soul characteristics in advance makes it easier to enter the fourth ring."

Dago's eyes gleamed.

The biggest difference between a miracle wizard and a regular wizard is that a miracle wizard possesses a "true spirit".

Even when a fourth-circle wizard's "True Spirit" is still in the gestation stage, it can be endowed with the characteristics of elemental spiritual power, which greatly enhances the power of spells.

When a "true spirit" is generated, it possesses even more incredible and powerful abilities.

The manifestation of soul characteristics that Harvid spoke of roughly means that a wizard can know in advance what the true spirit he will eventually condense will look like during the formal stage. It is almost like clearing away the last few wisps of mist before the miracle, making the path ahead clear.

This is indeed of great significance to formal wizards who yearn for miracles.

"The manifestation of soul characteristics can only be achieved within the realm of Isidore's heritage, and it places very high demands on the wizard himself. Very few people in previous years have been able to do this, and even those who eventually become chief may not be able to do it."

Harvid's voice was filled with complex emotions as he whispered, "This princess from the Central Wizard Empire has an exceptionally outstanding soul aptitude. It's unbelievable that she manifested her own soul characteristics at the very beginning of the ranking battle. If she wanted to advance to the Dawn Realm, it would probably be as easy as eating and drinking for her."

At that moment, a voice admitting defeat was heard from the central platform.

Under the manifestation of Michael's soul characteristics, the southern wizard, who was his opponent, was even stripped of the courage to resist. He surrendered without even casting a single spell.

Michael, enveloped in a pale golden humanoid phantom, exuded an aura of nobility, majesty, and holiness that reached its peak.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, she did not look back at anyone, but calmly returned to her stone pillar, as if she had never taken this ranking battle to heart from beginning to end.

The atmosphere on the field fell into an unusual silence and dullness during the battle that followed.

Michael, who manifested the characteristics of the soul, was like an invisible mountain, weighing heavily on the hearts of many.

Until...

Gale, the inheritor of the psychic dawn, rode a winged unicorn onto the platform, radiating a brilliant white light like the dawn. The unicorn's hooves gently crushed the chest of the opposing wizard, who coughed up blood and flew backward off the platform, his soul smoke being stripped away by Gale.

After a surge and a period of build-up, the gray tide receded behind Gale, revealing the faint outline of a white temple.

Second Soul Trait Manifestationist!

The fighting arena trembled once again.

The roar of the crowd outside the stadium was deafening.

Riding a pure white unicorn, Gale stands above a rocky platform with the shadow of the white temple behind him, gazing at Michael on a stone pillar, like a sacred rider in ancient legends who wields justice and fairness.

While most wizards were still groping and searching in the fog, some had already completely opened the path to miracles. They only saw each other as opponents, and before others had even clashed with them, the invisible gap had already been widened significantly.

In the ensuing battle, Vickers of the Chaos Society again manifested his soul properties after winning.

His soul essence was a terrifying shadow that seemed to grow many tentacles, filled with evil and ominous intent.

Even Kolcrow successfully manifested his soul characteristics.

His momentum, which had previously declined after Dago severed his arm, seemed to have returned to its peak when a skeleton phantom wreathed in green flames emerged from the gray clouds behind him.

"This...this is indeed the most powerful and prosperous generation in the history of the South. Only a monster among monsters could take the lead in this competition."

The fluctuations of consciousness transmitted by Harvid became much more difficult to understand.

Dago did not reply, but calmly looked at Colcrow, who was making a throat-slitting motion towards him on the rocky platform not far away.

He was well aware of his own soul aptitude. Not to mention comparing himself to people like Michael and Gale, he probably couldn't even compare to someone like Harvid, who was by his side.

But aptitude is just aptitude; talent doesn't represent everything.

"The more outstanding a soul is, the more brilliant the sparks that fly when we collide with it, and the greater the benefit to me."

"Buzz—"

At this moment, the pillar of light surrounding Dago suddenly trembled, turning from white to blue.

Dago suddenly looked up and quickly saw a figure in the arena who was also in a selected blue beam of light.

"It was... him?!"

Dago pursed his lips slightly, his eyes flashing, and slowly stepped out of the pillar of light.