Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Okay, Wallize, I'll definitely do Wallize next time."

Tracy answered expressionlessly.

The handsome young man, whose face was covered in golden lines and whose orange-red hair was studded with gold strands, shook his head helplessly. He didn't say anything more, but simply took out something and showed it to Tracy.

It was a semi-transparent crystal ball filled with a large amount of black smoke, which occasionally transformed into a painfully distorted male face.

If Dargo were here, he might recognize that the soul of the man sealed inside the crystal ball was exactly the same as the middle-aged purple-haired wizard from the Resurrection Society who had previously chased him and burned the entire town of Greg to the ground.

Upon seeing the man's face, Tracy's beautiful eyes flashed with a sharp light, but then her brows furrowed, and she couldn't help but ask, "Where's the other one? Where's that damned fifth-ring member of the Resurrection Society wearing the Abyss Demon Armor?"

"I'm sorry, Tracy."

The handsome young man shook his head and said, "I was a bit careless. I wasn't paying attention and that little guy slipped away. I barely managed to keep one of his arms..."

"You're useless, Walidz."

Tracy glared at the handsome young man before her, gritting her teeth as she said, "It's because you always do this that those people don't take us seriously at all. If Phoenix's glory hadn't faded, Jennifer wouldn't be dead!"

Tracy screamed hysterically, and all the emotions that had been suppressed and buried deep in her heart exploded at that moment.

Some thin, golden flames shot out from her body, instantly scorching the surrounding grass, air, and the horses lying on the ground into charcoal.

Tracy's pupils also turned an eerie golden-red, releasing an aura of nobility and antiquity, which faintly transformed into a magnificent crown of feathers behind her.

Just as Tracy's emotions were about to spiral out of control, all the sparse, free-floating fire energy particles in the world instantly converged, condensing into a massive and dazzling ring of fire—

Suddenly, an even more powerful and boundless invisible force appeared.

With a whoosh!

Extinguish all the visions.

"I'm sorry, Tracy."

The handsome young man spread his arms and gently embraced Tracy. The golden flames licked and flickered on his neck and cheeks, but could not cause him any harm. At this moment, his eyes were filled with deep regret.

"I didn't know it would have such a big impact on you. I'm willing to make amends for my mistakes..."

"I know a few hidden hideouts of the Revival Society. Would you be interested in going for a walk with me?"

After a long silence, a muffled soft "hmm" came from my arms.

The handsome young man immediately let out a long sigh of relief.

He released his hands, leaned down slightly, and looked at Tracy in front of him with utmost tenderness.

"It seems that this incident is not entirely a bad thing. Your bloodline is almost awakened to a level close to mine."

"Time flies. I still remember the first time I saw you. You were lying in Meniere's arms, just a little baby."

The handsome young man's words seemed to remind Tracy of something, and her eyes flickered slightly, but she quickly concealed it.

"Enough, Walid, sometimes you're acting like a sissy."

Tracy dodged the handsome young man's hand that was trying to touch her cheek and said coldly, "When are we leaving? If you want me to be in a better mood, you'd better hurry."

The handsome young man sighed helplessly yet indulgently, then his expression returned to calm as he turned his gaze toward the direction behind Tracy.

He raised a finger, and a cluster of pale golden flames silently ignited at his fingertip.

"What do you want to do?!"

Tracy sensed the coldness emanating from the handsome young man, her expression changed slightly, and she spoke hastily.

"Erase all traces of your existence in this place? And that guy who made a coexistence pact with you for a while."

The handsome young man looked at Tracy with some surprise, frowning as he said, "I smell the scent of rotting snow on you. I think you've had enough of that already!"

"My poor little Xixi, you have really suffered."

"No! Don't!"

Tracy pressed down on the handsome young man's finger. "I mean, at least not now."

She took a deep breath and said quickly, "This guy is so annoying, I want to kill him myself."

"But not now. I need to go back and think carefully about what interesting ways there are to torture people."

Under the bewildered and confused gaze of the handsome young man, Teresa maintained an air of nonchalance.

After a long while, the handsome young man finally lowered his hand and chose to compromise.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Tracy breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

She walked forward impatiently, urging, "Hurry up, Walitz! I hate your dawdling."

The handsome young man in his finest clothes watched Tracy's retreating figure, then glanced in the direction she had come from, shook his head, and finally transformed into a burst of dissipating flames, enveloping Tracy and vanishing into thin air.

The place returned to calm once more, as if nothing had ever happened, except for the scorched earth remaining on the ground.

"bite--"

It sounded like the crisp, clear sound of the finest crystal glasses clinking together.

Dago slowly opened his eyes, waking up from his meditative state.

At this moment, within his consciousness space, nine pale gold soul crystals, resembling diamonds, were shining brightly.

Five of the soul crystals contained sealed runes, while the remaining four were pure and translucent.

On the character panel, Dago's progress is displayed as: [Third Ring Official Wizard: 100%]

Theoretically speaking, he is now capable of attempting to reach the level of a fourth-circle miracle wizard.

"I wonder how far I am from being a true genius in terms of my current spiritual aptitude?"

Dago looked down at his right hand and muttered to himself.

Only he himself knows how much he has improved.

Replenishing one's spiritual power is only the most superficial manifestation; the greatest improvement lies in the essence of the soul.

According to the ancient classification of wizards, the first to third rings of formal stages are merely the foundation-laying stages for wizards. Miracles are the true starting point that really sets wizards apart from one another.

Having gone through the battle for the Wizards spot with Isidore, Dago's spiritual foundation has been greatly strengthened.

Throughout the entire southern wizarding world, probably no wizard has ever experienced such a tremendous improvement as him, after all, he completed a bloody battle and defeated a number of opponents that ordinary people could not even dream of.

The more arduous the process, the greater the ultimate benefit.

The problem of incomplete soul fusion caused by soul transmigration has now been resolved, with most of the soul impurities removed.

If Dago were to go back and test his talent now, the results would be far better than before.