Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The stream of light from the convergence of energy particles forms a giant vortex.

Above the sky, the clouds were being torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

Bizarre and dazzling colors churned wildly at the center of the vortex.

The dark clouds on the horizon seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, hanging low at the boundary between the sky and the earth, obscuring the sun.

Gray has become the dominant color of the world.

Gusts of wind whipped up dry dust that swept across the hills and plains.

The gravel struck the rocks, making a crackling sound.

The noise in the world subsided considerably, with only countless fluctuations of spiritual consciousness silently interacting and rolling.

Those are the mental tendrils of tens of thousands of wizards.

They spread like a tide, greedily capturing every restless element in the air.

Almost everyone's eyes were focused on the center of that battle.

An inexplicable emotion swirled through the crowd, and everyone's mood unconsciously became tense and oppressive.

The air seemed to have solidified into a gel, and each breath required physical effort.

Dago stood in the center of the platform, calmly surveying his last three opponents.

Michael, dressed in a white wizard's gown with gold patterns, remained as noble and aloof as ever.

Gale, the psychic ray of light, has eyes as pure as gemstones.

Vickery held the black book in his hands, his face as if wearing a mask that made it impossible for anyone to see through him.

All three of them were staring at him coldly.

At the point where their gazes met, space itself seemed to distort slightly.

Three mental energy fields, already at the pinnacle of the third-ring wizard realm, relentlessly assaulted him from three different directions.

The elemental particles in the air are forcibly expelled.

At this moment, Dago became an isolated island in the ocean of elements.

It made Dago feel as if he were in the deep sea, thousands of meters below the surface, with endless seawater rushing in.

The feeling of every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone in my body being squeezed bit by bit by an immense, invisible, terrifying pressure.

Blood flow was forced to slow down, and each heartbeat felt like pushing a boulder.

His opponents were more impeccable and flawless than he had imagined.

The inheritance he possessed did not seem to cause any fear or resentment among the three of them.

There was no infighting as expected, and no suspicion of unequal distribution of benefits.

From the moment they stepped onto this platform, their purpose became extremely pure.

That means ending your own life first.

Even the sound of breathing was swallowed up by this chilling will.

Dago attempted to enter the state of "Radiant Sun".

He mobilized the magic power within him, attempting to ignite the raging fire in his spiritual sea.

The will roared, yearning to break through this suffocating blockade.

The flames of fighting spirit ignited with difficulty, flickering and swaying.

Like a candle struggling in a storm, weak and helpless.

It was as if the instinct for survival would be forcibly extinguished at any moment.

Reason is screaming warnings, and every cell in my body is screaming "escape!"

My nerves pounded uncontrollably, and an unprecedented sense of crisis pierced my back like sharp thorns.

Suddenly.

The platform, which had been suppressed to the extreme, began to surge with magical fluctuations.

Michael raised his finger, and a dazzling white light condensed at the tip of his finger.

The gem in Gale's eyes shone brightly, and the surrounding psionic particles began to surge wildly.

The black book in Vickery's hand slammed shut, and a dark ripple spread outwards.

The successive bursts of magical light, and the terrifying pressure that followed, turning calm into turbulent force, caused Dago to instantly change his battle strategy.

A direct confrontation would be certain death.

He decisively extinguished the flames of fighting spirit burning within his chest.

In that instant, the fervor in his eyes faded, replaced by absolute calm.

Without hesitation, I transitioned from the state of "brilliant sun" to the state of "winter stillness".

The boiling blood instantly cooled, and the frantic heartbeat was forcibly suppressed.

All distracting thoughts unrelated to the battle were frozen and sunk to the bottom.

Fear, anger, and resentment were all frozen in the deepest part of consciousness.

The world changed in his eyes, becoming slower and clearer.

An invisible aura emanated from his body, and clusters of frost rose high along with his dark blue hair.

A thin layer of white frost instantly formed on the ground beneath their feet, spreading outwards.

The temperature in the air dropped sharply, and the exhaled breath turned into white mist.

Dago took a deep breath, his eyes returning to complete calm.

Those were eyes as deep and still as a still pool, reflecting the destructive spell that was about to descend.

When the flames of war cannot dry up a vast ocean.

So.

Let this vast ocean freeze completely.

Let's just try to survive for now.

Dancing in the cracks of death, walking on the edge of destruction.

Go and search for that one in a thousand chance of victory!

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"I never imagined that a little guy I randomly picked would get this far."

Among the crowd, Lindis, gazing at the central platform, spoke with deep emotion.

A playful smile played on his lips, as if he were watching a meticulously crafted drama.

The man in black robes beside him spoke in a low voice: "Your judgment has always been excellent."

Lindis turned to look at the man in black robes, smiled, and suddenly said, "Tell me, if he knew that one of his three opponents possessed the strength to threaten a fourth-ring miracle wizard, would he still be able to maintain such a spirited look in his eyes?"

The tone was relaxed, as if they were discussing dinner.

The man in black robes fell silent and did not respond.

This level of strategic maneuvering is not something someone of his rank can casually comment on.

Lindis, however, didn't seem to care, and simply said to himself, "But at least he's given us enough fun, hasn't he?"

He shook his head slightly, as if he had already made a final judgment on Dago's fate.

The more dazzling the light a toy, destined to break, emits before it shatters, the more valuable it is.

The highly anticipated final battle was fiercely unfolding on stage.

The brilliance of the magic shone on the faces of every spectator, inspiring either amazement or greed.

Lindis, however, seemed to have completely lost interest in everything he had orchestrated.

He shifted his gaze away from Dago, no longer focusing on the life-or-death struggle.

He raised his head, scanned the entire room, narrowed his eyes, and said calmly, "Entertainment time is over. It's about time we got started."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable coldness.

It was as if everything that had just happened was merely an appetizer.

Upon receiving Lindis's order, the man in black lowered his head and quickly retreated.

The movements were fluid and seamless, without making a sound.

But the next second, Lindis called him back.

"Remember, be gentle."

Lindis glanced at the figure of an old woman in black robes in the sky and made a shushing gesture.

"Make sure no one finds out."

A flicker of apprehension flashed in Lindis's eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

"clear."

The man in black responded softly, and his figure quickly blended into the surrounding air and disappeared completely.

Like a drop of water merging into the ocean, it completely disappeared without a trace.

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Almost simultaneously.

Far away, at the edge of the central platform, in a corner of the void, Ang's lowered eyes suddenly flickered.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the layers of people, catching a glimpse of a barely perceptible shadow.

Then his figure gradually disappeared into the shadows behind him.

Among the tens of thousands of wizards watching the battle in the vast ancient fairy city ruins, some seemed to have received some kind of instruction.

They either exchanged glances or looked down at the badges in their hands.

They began to move slowly and stealthily towards certain locations.

Like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, it slowly flicked its tongue.

No one noticed what was happening.

All attention was drawn to the dazzling and deadly clash of spells on stage.

Lindis, who was instigated by everything, put away the golden compass in his hand at this moment.

Instead, there was a translucent white crystal ball.

Lindis remained calm, his gaze constantly sweeping across the sky above him.

Each time his gaze paused, a glimmer of light would appear inside the crystal ball in his hand, as if marking something.

The light was faint, yet it flickered with a heart-stopping frequency.

An invisible net is quietly spreading over this ancient site.