Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago suddenly opened his eyes, startled awake from a dream in which he had transformed into a desperate winter dragon battling a giant firebird.

Dago was shaken; at this moment, the bloodline inherited from "Behelit" within him was experiencing unprecedented agitation.

The fragmented memories transmitted through his bloodline finally made Dago understand why he instinctively felt disgust for Tracy, and why Tracy's fire magic was so powerful.

Because the blood flowing through her veins is that of the legendary overlord of the spirit world, the eternal flame phoenix!

He is also Donglong's mortal enemy!

In the spirit world, once the two meet, it will be a fight to the death.

But none of that matters to Dago right now.

At this moment, Tracy's pure and alluringly beautiful face was less than three centimeters away from him, her eyes closed, peacefully asleep.

Her lips were covered with tiny, orange-red patches, as if she had applied some kind of strange lip gloss, and her face was surrounded by dense, worm-like fine threads.

Those fine threads were all connected to Dago's body, piercing into his flesh and desperately sucking the immense life force from every piece of flesh and every cell in his body. The energy sphere in his dantian was rapidly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As his life force drained away, he felt like dry tinder being gradually drained of moisture. The fire that had been suppressed by the frost surged back, and he heard his body crackling and burning again.

Legend has it that the immortal phoenix is ​​reborn from the ashes every time its life is about to end!

Clearly, Tracy was undergoing this process of "rebirth" at this moment.

She was severely injured and wanted to rise from the ashes, but Dago...

Unfortunately, they were chosen to be the kindling that ignites this flame of rebirth!

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The hatred from his bloodline enemies, coupled with the crisis of his life being forcibly taken away, bred a primal ferocity and violence in Dago's heart.

At that moment, he wished he could tear Tracy apart, bite open her tender flesh, and drink her blood.

He struggled to his feet, trying everything he could to get rid of the phoenix-like tendrils that were rooted to his body.

Dago growled as he frantically struck a mark on his soul.

As if hearing his call, on a certain abyss on the edge of the southern continent, amidst the roaring sound of the waves crashing against the shore reefs, the rolling frost broke open, and a giant ice crystal serpent with a body entirely black and blue silently raised its head.

Phoenix.

The giant serpent uttered the same name, and in its scarlet, cold eyes, it seemed to reflect the scene of a young winter dragon dying as it was pecked at by a giant bird engulfed in flames.

The giant snake's eyes flickered slightly, but quickly returned to their usual calm and indifference.

Without looking back, it broke through the towering waves in front of it, silently disappearing into the vast sea and vanishing completely.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The boundless wilderness has completely lost all trace of frost.

The raging fire melted the scorched earth where the small village once stood into a fiery lake of lava.

In the center of the flowing lava lake, golden-red flames burn quietly, exuding an indescribable vitality.

At the center of the flames, through the crystal-clear red light, one can clearly see two "entwined" figures slowly separating.

The girl stretched out her body, raising her head upwards, while below her, the figure of a young man slumped down helplessly.

Dago felt his soul burning as well.

Under the unleashing of the potential threat of death, Dago enters a strange, indescribable state.

The two energy elements, ice and fire, transformed into various forms in his consciousness, and Dago seemed to have a vague grasp of the connection between them, where they coexisted.

but.

He has far too little time at his disposal.

Before he could fully grasp this glimmer of inspiration, his consciousness gradually blurred as it continued to "burn".

His blood seemed to have dried up.

His once-proud, robust physique now resembled parched, cracked earth, scorched and barren.

Dago had been on the verge of death countless times, and he knew that feeling all too well.

But this time was different from before. Instead of sinking to the bottom of a cold, dark lake, I felt as if I had turned into ashes, slowly breaking apart and withering away, dying after being completely burned out.

Just as Dago was about to completely lose consciousness, suddenly...

"Click—"

In his spiritual space, the crystallized soul essence of the engraved soul seal [Winter Star] quietly shone.

A semi-illusory circular mark emerged from the soul crystal, quickly disappearing into Dago's brow. Immediately afterward, a gentle force manifested, rapidly enveloping his entire body.

"Ice and snow cover the planet."

It sounded like the howling of wind and snow, or like a gentle sigh in an aria.

A voice whispered in Dago's ear.

In an instant, a mysterious aura quietly emerged.

Silently.

The flowing lake of lava burned silently, its golden-red flames almost coalescing into the shape of a phoenix.

Everything was covered by an inexplicable force in the next second.

All of them have been transformed into a silent and beautiful ice sculpture.

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The far north.

At the end of the endless snow and ice, a cascading icefall, with everything covered in white snow, stands like a silent and eternal guardian of this secluded place.

Time seems to stand still here, the years never flow, only the whispers of ice and snow and wind constantly linger between heaven and earth.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a huge bang shattered the tranquility of this world.

In the snow-capped mountains, ancient beings are constantly awakening from their slumber.

On one of the oldest, towering, austere, and solemn snow-capped mountains, in an ancient, snow-white palace, the hunched figure of an old man suddenly opened his eyes.

This was an extremely elderly woman.

Her long, gray hair almost covered the entire hall, and the wrinkles on her face and body were more numerous than the snow-capped mountains and ravines of the far north.

Her eyes were cloudy, and her withered lips moved as she repeatedly called out a name.

"Elsa, Elsa."

Before long, a beautiful girl with long, deep blue hair like a waterfall and countless ice flowers blooming and withering all over her body quietly appeared in the main hall.

The girl knelt before the old woman with a respectful and devout expression, kissing her hair.

When the old woman saw the girl appear, she stopped calling out, and a gentle look of love and tenderness appeared on her face.

She reached out her withered hand and gently stroked the girl's head, speaking softly.

"I felt it."

"The other half of Hyotei's mark has awakened, and it is calling out to you."

"You are destined to become the next leader of the Cold Palace."

"Go, go and take back the complete Hyotei legacy; it belongs to you."

The girl nodded respectfully.

She silently withdrew from the main hall, and once outside, her exquisite face was filled with nobility and coldness.

Countless snowflakes from heaven and earth surrounded her, worshipping and praising her.

She seemed like a born ice queen, looking down upon all living beings.

The girl took a light step into the howling snowstorm, and a huge ice dragon immediately appeared among the snow-covered mountains, flapping its wings and flying swiftly towards the end of the vast snowfield.