Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The tradition of tea parties, like sunset gatherings, is a long-standing tradition in the wizarding world.

In that era when the elements of heaven and earth were obscured and the boundaries between different schools of thought were not so clear, wizards would light bonfires in the starlit wilderness, sharing knowledge as wine and their experiences as delicacies.

They exchange information on spells, meditation, experimental research, and even their own unique rune markings.

The brilliance of any civilization is inseparable from the dedication and impetus of individuals with exceptional talent and broad minds.

Of course, as time has progressed to the present, the tea parties and gatherings among wizards have become much more purposeful and private.

The radiance of the miracle was more dazzling than the sun, shining on the faces of the ring masters of the Thorn Ring. Their expressions changed, but the First Tower Master of the Ring, who was also a fourth-ring miracle, remained calm.

He raised his right hand, and the silver-white staff inlaid with gems in his palm emitted a hazy white light. An invisible mechanism in the void was pried open, and the huge metal ring beneath everyone's feet suddenly shattered—

It transformed into countless identical metal cubes, blooming outwards like flowers, and then quickly reassembled, eventually coalescing into a giant bowl-shaped platform.

Metal staircases extend in all directions, like connecting bridges leading to each magical airship.

The "miracle" light hanging high in the sky receded, and figures descended, walking step by step down the metal steps towards the center.

The entire Thorn Ring was alarmed by this sudden and tremendous commotion. A large number of Thorn Ring wizards flew out from around and beneath the five wizard towers, looking up in astonishment and uncertainty.

On the massive metal platform, seven miracle wizards gathered together and slowly approached the group from the Magic Ring.

The seven individuals were surrounded by magical energy fluctuations that were almost within reach. Each of them seemed to be an inexhaustible source of power, exuding an aura that surpassed everything with every move they made. Even those standing at the same height as them would have to look up to them.

The leader, clad in a black robe, possessed smooth skin and handsome features, appearing to be a young man in his thirties, yet exuding a strange air of world-weariness. His aura was even more powerful than the other six.

The person is like an ancient pool, calm yet containing immeasurable depth, giving the impression of having weathered the years and accumulated countless knowledge and experience.

Apart from the First Tower Master, the other Tower Masters, whose strength was only at the late stage of the Third Ring Wizard level, all felt like they couldn't breathe under the close-range pressure of the seven Miracle Wizards.

"Manuel, it has been three hundred years since we last met."

The handsome wizard who was the leader of the seven spoke with a smile, and the First Tower Master calmly stepped forward to greet him.

The four-ring miracle wizards gathered, and then quickly ascended into the sky, stepping through the void.

"It's Frant!"

Watching the handsome black-robed wizard chatting and laughing with the First Tower Master Manuel above, one of the seven Tower Masters below took a light breath and slowly spoke:

"The chief disciple of Rona, the only fifth-circle wizard in the South, and the current leader of the Astral School."

"Now I know exactly what Manuel meant by 'little trouble'?"

Someone with a grim face gritted his teeth and whispered, "Franth comes representing the Fifth Ring Wizard Rona; they know the secrets of our Ring."

"I knew it! They wouldn't let Isidore's legacy be taken from the south so easily!"

In an instant, everyone's mood turned heavy.

The legacy left by Isidore in the south was essentially a "ticket" that allowed them all to return to the center.

Judging from the current situation, it is clear that the wizards in the south are trying to forcibly keep this "ticket" or even tear it up.

The excitement and joy they felt earlier had turned into worry and anxiety, and a strange emotion lingered among them.

Suddenly, at some point, someone spoke in a low, eerie voice: "So, where exactly is Dago now?"

"Undine, you must know, right?"

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone's eyes immediately turned to one person.

Undine, under the gaze of everyone, pursed her lips slightly and remained silent with a blank expression.

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In the vast and boundless blue sea, a few seabirds soar freely in the azure sky.

Suddenly, the calm sea surface beneath the surface became turbulent, and clumps of dark blue frost surged rapidly from the seabed, causing huge waves to rise high—

Before it could even reach the top, it was frozen into a wall by terrifying cold air, and then collapsed heavily, shattering into countless ice flowers.

In the blink of an eye, the vast expanse of turbulent blue sea was covered with a thick layer of solid ice, like a smooth mirror standing alone on the sea, reflecting a great deal of brilliant sunlight.

"Click—"

The strange scene didn't last long before something abruptly broke through the ice-covered sea surface.

A vast amount of free energy particles converged from the heavens and earth, and large swirling dark clouds rolled in, from which dark blue lightning bolts fell—

Immediately following, from beneath the cracked ice, the head of a colossal dragon, whose ferocity, domineering power, and majesty were beyond description, burst forth.

As the dragon's head emerged, the surging cold air on the sea surface seemed to intensify dozens of times in an instant, and the terrifying chill continued to spread rapidly in all directions along the frozen sea surface.

If you look down from high above, you can see that the sea at this moment resembles a huge blue cloth, and the wrinkles on it are being quickly smoothed out by an invisible force.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The ice layers exploded one after another, thunder rumbled in the sky, and an absolutely frigid atmosphere almost filled the entire world.

The chill in this world reached its peak; the once clear sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and even black and blue snowflakes began to fall.

At this moment, it was as if an ancient overlord creature, hidden deep in the ocean, had awakened from its slumber, dominating the ice and snow, and attempting to seal off the entire world.

"Click-clack—"

A series of cracking sounds rang out.

On the sea, where frost had thickened like black fog, a tall and slender figure emerged step by step from the water.

He was set off by the head of a giant dragon, and the countless frosts surging between heaven and earth seemed to be paying homage to him.

Large amounts of seawater rolled down from his robes, turning into billowing white vapor before hitting the ground.

A seabird, frozen solid by the cold air but still maintaining its flight posture, landed at the feet of the figure.

The latter reached out a hand and gently touched it, and the frozen seabird silently turned into tiny ice dust and dissipated.