Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago temporarily set aside his distractions and immersed himself in ascetic practices.

He had so much to organize, and time simply wasn't enough for him.

Two days passed quickly.

In the quiet room, the light of the rune array flickered faintly, and the air seemed to stand still.

At the center of the magic circle, a tall and slender figure sat cross-legged with his upper body bare. Thick black-blue frost transformed into the shape of a winter dragon, silently coiling and swirling around him.

Dark blue, interwoven long hair was spread wildly on the floor, and beautiful ice flowers froze along the floor's texture; the temperature had long since dropped below freezing.

"hiss--"

With a roar like a dragon's roar, all the icy chill in the room converged on the figure. The ancient, evil, and noble auras receded, the dark blue gradually faded, and with a series of cracking sounds, Dago returned to normal and awoke from his cultivation.

"After the concentration of the Desperate Winter Dragon bloodline reaches six percent, the amplification effect on ice mages becomes even stronger."

Dago raised his hands and looked at the smooth, delicate skin on the backs of his hands, which had previously been covered with ancient patterns resembling snake scales.

Since completely separating from "Behelit", Dago has been exploring the mysteries of the ancient Despair Winter Dragon bloodline.

He called that state of fully unleashing the power of his bloodline—[Ancient Ice].

In the [Ancient Ice] state, the frost power he possesses will transform into "Ancient Frost" under the blessing of bloodline power. That is, it will change from the normal dark blue to a dark blue-black color, and the icy coldness will be greatly enhanced.

If one further explores the power of their bloodline in this state, they may step into the "realm of miracles".

That was a "forbidden gate" left in his body by Behelight after he made a deal with "Desperate Winter Dragon"—behind the gate lay the power of killing and death.

The ancient frost will turn red, and Dago's will will be dominated by a part of the violent instincts of the Desperate Winter Dragon, transforming him into a ferocious and terrifying monster.

This door cannot be opened easily; the more times it is opened, the smaller Dago's chances of winning in his game with "Beheilite" will become.

This state is also referred to by Dago as "Frosty Crimson Glow".

"The forbidden power of 【Frosty Crimson Glow】 cannot be used frequently. This power does not belong entirely to me. Once I become addicted to it, I fear that Behelit will not even need to descend again, and I will naturally become His servant and puppet."

Dago took a deep breath and took out the "Isidore's Armlet" again, gently stroking its crystal-smooth and delicate surface in his palm.

Dago had once ventured into the realm of miracles and yearned for the splendor of that level. Since he couldn't explore the [Frosty Crimson Glow] in depth, the power of the [Miracle: Despair Black Hole] brought by the "Isidore Archon Armband" naturally became his primary research subject.

However, the "Isidore Legacy" contained within this armlet is far too profound and vast, and to fully analyze and comprehend it would undoubtedly be an enormous undertaking.

"I wonder how many parts of Isidore's legacy there are in total? If each part contains a similarly vast amount of different knowledge, is it truly possible for later generations to fully inherit Isidore's complete mantle?"

Every time Dago probed his mental energy into the space of his arm ring and saw the vast sea of ​​runes, which was as vast as the starry sky, he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

A legend is called a legend precisely because it is unrepeatable.

It takes countless years for a single Isidore to emerge on the entire Upper Ring Continent. The probability of finding another wizard who can rival him is extremely small.

Dago naturally hoped to become such a successor, but for now, all he could do was patiently and painstakingly gnaw on the inherited knowledge left by Isidore in the armlet, like the Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains.

"Tap—tap—tap—"

At that moment, Dago suddenly heard a soft, rhythmic tapping sound.

He listened carefully and realized that the sound was coming from next door.

After a moment's hesitation, Dago slowly probed his mental energy into the next room.

He soon "saw" Tracy sitting by the window, tapping the wooden windowpane alternately with her right index and middle fingers, and she seemed to be chanting something softly.

It's like an ancient and beautiful ballad.

For some reason, Dago was inexplicably touched.

He had never seen Tracy like this before; she was completely different from the image he had always had of her.

It was very peaceful and serene.

Yet, a deep longing and sorrow were revealed on her face and in her singing.

"Does this seemingly unseen side of the shrewish, universally disliked witch really exist?"

"Perhaps this 'misfortune' made her realize something."

Dago thought to himself.

Suddenly, the singing and knocking sounds from next door stopped abruptly.

During the mental detection, Tracy, who was sitting by the window, suddenly stood up, looked at him with a cold smile, and her mouth shape changed as if she was cursing some unpleasant words.

Dago felt ashamed of being caught "peeping," and immediately realized that Tracy had captured his surface emotional fluctuations in the "symbiotic" state.

He was about to withdraw his mental energy and pretend that nothing had happened.

Just then, Tracy, who had been glaring at him coldly, suddenly turned pale and abruptly turned around to look up at the sky outside the window.

Around the same time, an incredibly strong sense of alarm suddenly arose in Dago's heart.

The feeling was as if some extremely terrible danger was rapidly approaching him.

This warning sign also originated from Tracy!

"boom!"

Before Dago could think, his mental energy suddenly spread out, transforming into an invisible force that directly tore apart the walls separating the two rooms.

They passed through the hole in the wall and instantly arrived beside Tracy.

"They're here?!"

Dago looked solemn and followed Tracy's gaze to the sky.

"Get out of here immediately!"

Tracy shook her head and murmured, "It's too late."

Suddenly, her expression changed rapidly, revealing a smile that was both slightly manic and relieved.

"You've come at the perfect time! Perfect timing to kill you, you despicable vermin!"

Tracy looked at Dargo with a beaming smile, a sense of pride and delight in her expression.

"I won't die so easily, but you are. If you die, you're really dead, hehe."

"Bang! Crack—"

Dargo's large hand struck Tracy's smooth, beautiful nape hard, abruptly silencing her seductive, wicked laughter, which turned into a muffled groan of pain.

Then she suddenly looked up, biting her lower lip hard, and glared at him fiercely with her eyes already filled with tears, as if she was about to pounce on him and bite him a few times.

Dago frowned. He had originally planned to knock Tracy unconscious, but he hadn't expected her "stun resistance" to be so high. She hadn't even fainted despite her shoulder bone being almost broken.

Without even bothering to deliver another blow, Dago grabbed Tracy and flew straight out of the window.

At this moment, he clearly sensed that a vast spiritual force at the fourth level of the Miracle Realm, containing a strong, cold, and sinister aura, had crossed numerous spatial distances and was pouring down from the sky.

Looking up from a visual perspective, a thick, almost impenetrable gray cloud swept rapidly from one side of the sky above the vast wizarding town of Greg, just like a tidal wave.

Within the gray clouds, the figure of a middle-aged man clad in pale bone armor and sporting purple hair appeared and disappeared.

Dago's pupils contracted, and he took a deep breath.

Suddenly, as if making a firm decision, a crimson light flashed deep in her eyes, and she abruptly threw Tracy to the ground.

He fiercely knocked on the "forbidden door" within his body, ready to charge directly at the figure.

"You go quickly, I'll think of a way to hold him off for a while!"