Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The runes on the surface of the light pillar on the gray pillar have peeled off.

It curled up like old wall plaster, turning into specks of light and disappearing.

The previously stable transmission of magical energy became sluggish, emitting a frictional sound similar to the meshing of rusty gears.

Dago squinted, his gaze piercing through the distorted light and shadow.

On the other seven stone pillars, the figures of those so-called genius wizards also swayed in the flickering light.

The rules of ranked battles are collapsing.

Some ancient and tyrannical force is taking over this space.

"Boom—"

The loud noise did not originate from the eardrums, but rather exploded directly in the mind.

The central rock platform where the duel took place, the rock base that had endured countless spells, was now broken like a crisp cookie.

The pebbles did not fall into the abyss.

They floated, lifted by an invisible updraft, and then shattered into the most primordial dust.

Deep underground, what is gushing out is not magma.

It is light.

The colorful stream of elemental particles, like a volcano that has been accumulating for thousands of years, has finally found an outlet to release its energy.

In this magnificent eruption, a deep purple hue tore through all other colors.

It is like a sharp sword, or a solitary peak rising abruptly from the ground, instantly piercing the sky.

The sky above the entire Fairy Ancient City ruins was dyed an eerie purple.

The clouds dispersed, and space trembled.

At the core of that purple pillar of light, a ring of dazzling light slowly rotated and coalesced into a circle.

Those were not ordinary specks of light.

Within each point of light, it was as if a miniature galaxy had collapsed, with countless runes being born, dying, and recombining within it.

This sudden change stunned everyone. Dago stared fixedly at the spot where the dazzling points of light, forming a ring, converged.

For no apparent reason, an incredibly strong desire arose in my heart.

He could hardly resist reaching out to grasp that mystery and brilliance across the vast distance of space.

"It's about inheritance!"

A deep voice sounded.

His voice was dry, as if his throat was filled with sand.

But the whispers, like a plague, instantly ignited the deathly silence of the crowd.

"It is the lineage of Isidore's Archon."

"It has appeared in the world ahead of schedule!"

"boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, a tremendous uproar erupted, shaking all the wizards present and causing the entire Fairy Ancient City Ruins to boil over!

The greatest genius in the history of the Upper Ring Continent, a legendary wizard, known as "the born magician"—Isidore!

He buried a part of his legacy in the south, which has attracted countless brilliant wizards from the south to follow in his footsteps for thousands of years.

He left behind not only power, but also the key to the shortcut to truth.

Now, the key is hanging in mid-air.

This legacy sits quietly there; the battle for Isidore's Wizards title is held every hundred years, and each time a champion is crowned.

But no one has ever been qualified to touch it, and over the long years, whether this inheritance truly exists has gradually become a mystery.

Now, the ancient legend has finally been proven true!

Time washes everything away, but some things exist like immortal pearls, whose brilliant brilliance will one day be stripped of its surface dust and shine through the sun again.

Someone murmured excitedly.

At this point, almost no one cared about the fact that Isidore's divine legacy would suddenly appear before the start of the third round of the ranking battle; everyone's attention was drawn to the legacy itself.

Without any warning, without any ceremony, it was so nakedly exposed to the gaze of greed.

That dazzling ring was like a crown of a god, or a collar of a demon.

The same was true of the eight people standing on the stone pillar, including Michael.

For the first time, a look of emotion appeared on the beautiful, icy face of this noble princess from a powerful wizarding empire in the central part of the continent.

The same applies to the other geniuses.

His breathing became heavy, and the wizardly demeanor he had maintained was completely gone.

This is a treasure that can rewrite one's destiny, a ladder to a higher level.

Dago did not move.

He stood at the edge of the stone pillar, his robes fluttering in the swirling magical energy.

His gaze did not wander, but pierced straight into the center of the purple halo.

My heart was pounding wildly inside my chest, as if it were about to smash through my ribs and jump out.

It's not greed.

not completely.

It was a resonance from the depths of the soul, a tremor of fear as a long-missing piece of the puzzle finally found its home.

The Golden Law within his body began to operate on its own, and golden patterns appeared faintly beneath his skin, burning hot like a branding iron.

Despair surged through the bloodline of Winter Dragon Beheilite.

The chill spread through my veins, creating a stark contrast with the heat outside.

The feeling was as if that ball of light was originally a part of his body, only temporarily residing in the void.

Dago had never felt this way before.

【come over.】

You are mine.

It was as if a voice was desperately calling out from the depths of Dago's heart.

A brilliant light gradually shone in his eyes, and his naturally drooping hands involuntarily clenched into fists.

He could feel that the light was responding to him.

Across the void, across the chaotic elemental storm, an invisible bond was established between him and that dazzling ring.

The ring is rotating.

It is under scrutiny.

It was like a living eyeball, scanning over every greedy soul present, and finally freezing in place.

Then, it moved.

The purple ball of light, which had been hovering in mid-air, suddenly sank.

It did not drift toward the strongest Michael, nor did it pay any attention to the other descendants of wizards of illustrious lineage.

It drew an elegant yet resolute arc.

Like a falling meteor, trailing a long purple tail, it plummeted straight down in one direction.

Countless gazes followed that trajectory.

Fanaticism, jealousy, shock, murderous intent...

All the emotions intertwined, making the air thick and heavy.

As the destination of the falling light gradually became clear, the clamor in the crowd abruptly ceased.

A deathly silence.

All eyes were fixed on that solitary stone pillar.

All of this converged on the young wizard with black hair, blue eyes, and a cold, stern face.

Dago Heca.

The geniuses on the other seven stone pillars also frowned, and some of them quickly turned gloomy.