Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"At least."

"Until the unrest at the Easter Sunday is completely quelled."

The flames of the campfire writhed wildly in the cold wind.

Dago's face was ashen, his eyes utterly expressionless.

On the one hand, Dago was unsure whether any of these people were members of the Restoration Society.

On the other hand, without confirmation that the crisis has been overcome—

Before the possible pursuit by the five-ring wizards of the Revival Society, he felt it was better for him to remain alone and wander the world.

Otherwise, he would be a mobile "source of disaster".

Among the people he knows, there is none who can withstand the "high pressure of the fifth-ring wizard".

No matter where he hides, he will not receive any effective protection.

It will only bring disaster and death to those around them.

Being alone and adrift became the only chance of survival that could be grasped.

but.

Chewing on the dry, tough chunks of meat, Dago's gaze narrowed slightly as he pulled out a cold communication stone from his fingertips.

After thinking it over, Dago picked up one of the communication stones and sent a reply to the other party.

Mental energy flowed from his fingertips into the rough stone surface, completing an extremely secretive information exchange.

Ancient spirit witch Evaqui.

Evaque had warned him of the impending "disaster" during the bloody battle.

It's highly unlikely that he'll be involved with the recovery.

More importantly, it was the stakes he offered.

The key point is that, as Evaque once said, he could solve Dago's soul problems.

Behelet, who was resurrected by possessing the Great Ice Serpent, is now a Damocles' sword hanging over Dago's head.

A bone-chilling cold climbed up my spine every night, threatening to fall and behead me at any moment.

Dago must become as strong as possible before this crisis subsides, no matter the cost! He must use any means necessary!

The Fourth Ring Miracle is a major hurdle he will face.

"Without resolving the problem of the mixed souls, there is no chance of survival if one does not gain the opportunity for a miracle of advancement."

"call--"

Dago let out a soft breath, and the surface of the communication stone glowed faintly as he saw that Evaqui quickly replied to the message.

Without saying anything, without any unnecessary pleasantries or nonsense, I simply told him a place name.

A solitary coordinate was directly imprinted on his mind, informing him to meet at that place a few days later.

Dago put away the communication stone, picked up the roasted rabbit meat and slowly tore it apart, the fat slowly sliding down his fingertips.

While eating, I opened my character panel to check.

The cold data is sketched out one by one in the void.

[Name: Dago Heca]

Age: 21

[Old Despair Winter Dragon Bloodline (6%)]

[Strength: Third Ring Official Wizard (47%)]

This battle for Isidore's Wizards spot was like a brutal meat grinder.

He walked on the edge of life and death as if on thin ice, and the concentration of his ancient, desperate winter dragon bloodline was forcibly increased.

It has increased from one percent to six percent.

Qualitative change brings madness.

The increase in soul power was the greatest, creating a tremendous upheaval and saving decades of solitude and meditation.

It was merely a side benefit of the increased soul power that caused his strength to leapfrog the shackles of the late second ring stage.

This allowed his strength to leap from the late stage of the second ring to the mid stage of the third ring, saving him countless hours of arduous training.

"It's a pity that without the Great Ice Serpent, the original bloodline purification plan can no longer be carried out."

As he chewed the cartilage in his throat, Dago's eyes remained completely still.

This didn't actually have a huge impact on Dagger.

Bloodline purification doesn't necessarily require the Great Ice Serpent.

The giant ice serpent is never the only one.

He has always used the procedure of first purifying the bloodline of the Great Ice Serpent and then transplanting it.

The main reason was to prevent the blood from being mixed with other random bloodlines in my body.

The purification effect will inevitably be reduced.

If the safe path is blocked, then we have no choice but to take a risky approach.

Now that the Great Ice Serpent is gone, the only option left is to try purifying one's bloodline directly using the Blood Tree of the Prisoner God.

The concentration of the Ancient Despair Winter Dragon bloodline at 6% is a bit low, and the risks in all aspects have also increased significantly.

The risk of death from transcending one's cultivation level increases exponentially, and the slightest mistake can lead to the disintegration of the body.

But if he purifies enough times and is lucky enough, as long as the wheel of fate tilts in his favor even slightly!

It might even be possible to purify an even older bloodline that surpasses the rank of "Old Despair Winter Dragon".

It was a high-stakes gamble built on bloodshed, and it was one of the few ways he could think of to increase his chances of breaking out of this deadlock.

"And then..."

Dago slowly stuffed a piece of caramelized rabbit meat into his mouth, his eyes flashing slightly, as dark as an abyss.

Then, she took out an exquisitely crafted, crystal-clear armlet from her spatial ring.

The armlet was made of some unknown material; it was as clear as crystal and as smooth as jade.

It makes a metallic sound when struck.

It unexpectedly produced a sharp, metallic clang.

The armlet seemed to conceal an entire starry sky, vast and profound, like a source of light that devoured everything.

The light emitted by the bonfire in front of it was absorbed into its surface, leaving it without any luster.

Dago's spiritual power transformed into sharp needles that slowly seeped into the inner part of the armlet, making it resemble a vast "starry sky" even more.

Vast and boundless, the hazy starlight crashed into my mind, scattering in the void.

Every twinkling star is a truth rune that carries the underlying logic of the world.

At the very center of this vast runic starry sky, an extremely massive source of mass floats.

There was also a dazzling core, as large as a planet—an incredibly mysterious and complex rune.

The intricate patterns, so complex they are nauseating, entwine the entire body, radiating light and releasing boundless wisdom.

"The Law".

Dago's eyes were deep and unfocused, his pupils slightly dilated, and he murmured something under his breath.

He could not imagine just how vast and extensive Isidore's knowledge was.

His legacy seems to be cruelly and precisely interpreting the ultimate concept of "law".

He had seen the Golden Law, which the "Mellville Gold Eater" was so proud of and arrogant about.

In his view, Isidore's lineage of law was no less than that of the "Golden Kingdom".

Perhaps the "Golden Law" tradition he encountered was too superficial, and his understanding was not yet thorough.

On some levels, he even felt that the lineage of the "Law Masters" was more magnificent than the "Golden Law"!

Yes.

Magnificent!

In the cold and cruel wizarding world, Dargo could only think of this word to describe such a magnificent crystallization.

When facing the oppressive aura of a fifth-level wizard from the Revival Society, he had clearly sensed the presence of death.

With his burning soul, Dago managed to slightly pry open the most crucial rune inside the armlet.

It was this leaked glimpse of mystery that triggered a strange resonance of energy in a higher dimension.

This allowed his [River of Despair] to directly transform into the "Domain of Miracles" without the blessing of [Multiple Prisms]!

——【Miracle: The Black Hole of Despair】!

Of course, the energy accumulated inside the arm ring has now been completely depleted.

Its rich heritage has been completely lost.

It was no longer possible for Dago to recreate the glory of that spell; it was like a pipe dream.

"But if you can understand this rune completely, no, just understand one-tenth, or even one-hundredth, that will suffice."

A greedy fire danced wildly in his eyes.

"This rune seal is a hundred times more suitable for me than [Multiple Prisms]!"

Or rather, the Archon lineage of Isidore is inherently suitable for the vast majority of wizards who crave the truth.

Arrogantly tolerant!

"This is a figure who can truly rival the ancient wizards!"

Dago exhaled softly, the scalding air melting the night breeze. He put away the armlet in his hand and let out a heartfelt sigh.

The life-or-death struggle in the Wizards' draft was not in vain.

He gained a lot from this battle.

Besides these most important ones, there were also some gains from fighting over the corpses of enemies.

For example, the ancient cowbell obtained after killing "Bone Bell" Mamflin.

It's already in my grasp.

A chilling, eerie aura of death swirled on the surface.

It also preserves a rather powerful magical heritage.

Dago now feels the urgency of time more and more, as the deafening countdown to his life begins.

He was unwilling to waste even a second and desperately needed to convert all combat resources.

Just as Dago took out Maflin's cowbell and pulled out the object stained with blackened, congealed blood.

Just as he was about to devote his mental energy to investigating the mysterious structure, suddenly...

A sudden change has occurred!

A sharp, piercing light flashed overhead, arousing Dago's alertness and attention without warning.

His muscles tensed instantly, and his movements were like those of a cheetah. He instinctively raised his head.

In the boundless night sky, a violent flame streaked swiftly, leaving a trail behind it.

It looked like a crimson shooting star.

Carrying an ominous aura of destruction, it crashed down upon this desolate wilderness.

Gradually.

The temperature of the surrounding air was rising rapidly, and the space itself was even slightly distorted by the heat.

Dago's expression changed slightly. His previously cold and stern face suddenly underwent a dramatic transformation, and his pupils contracted.

The wind howled, and he noticed that the shooting star seemed to be locked onto its coordinates, heading straight for him!