Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago focused his mind on the arm ring, whose space remained as magnificent and mysterious as ever.

No matter how many times he has seen it, Dago is still deeply shocked every time he enters.

Countless runes, like stars scattered across the sky, were found to be all-encompassing, representing almost every type, and there was no connection between them.

The only thing they had in common was that all the runes were closely connected to the largest, planet-like rune at the very center, which was also the true core rune of the armlet.

They all form a whole, like an asteroid belt orbiting a planet, or a galaxy slowly flowing along a predetermined trajectory.

"It was still available to me the last time I tried it."

The last time Dago could think of was when he was being hunted down by a fourth-circle wizard from the Resurrection Society in the town of Greg.

At that time, he could not use the power of [Miracle: Despairing Red Ice] because of the restriction of the Phoenix bloodline, and could only rely on the power of the Isidore Archon Armband.

Although he ultimately did not utilize this power, he did clearly receive a reliable response from the armlet when he attempted to cast [Miracle Black Hole].

Since then, the armlet has been as if it were "dead," and no matter how Dago tried, he could not budge it even slightly.

"What's the problem?"

Dago fell into deep thought.

His current mental strength and understanding of the core runes within the armband are far superior to before, so he should be able to access the armband more easily.

"Is this power only usable when casting spells against an opponent stronger than oneself?"

Dago felt as if he had grasped something—but it wasn't quite clear. In the end, he could only shake his head, put the armband away, and leave it for the time being.

Dago slowly rose from the beach, took out a map, locked onto the direction, and continued toward his destination.

With no more boats available to hitch a ride on the way back south, Dago decided to cross the ocean alone.

He had memorized the entire route before he arrived. For a peak third-ring wizard like himself, who had condensed nine soul crystals, traveling alone was much faster and safer than by boat.

With the powerful physique granted by the Blue Demon Body and the continuous restoration of mental energy from the Winter's Silence, Dago possesses an incredible endurance that ordinary wizards simply cannot imagine.

He was not afraid of the exhaustion of the long journey at all, and could even continue his cultivation while traveling.

For him, this return journey was more like a pilgrimage of asceticism.

Between the vast expanse of sea and sky, Dago, like an ascetic, was completely immersed in self-refinement and tempering.

He even longed to see the giant ancient sea creature, the silverfish, that he had encountered on his way here again, but unfortunately, his wish was not fulfilled.

"Boom—"

On the massive silver metal platform, the dazzling, crystal-like magic shattered, and a figure slowly emerged from the overflowing energy ripples.

This was a handsome blond youth with a pale face, looking as if he had exhausted his mental energy. Behind him was a young wizard whose aura was weak and who had to use his staff to support himself so that he wouldn't kneel on the ground.

"Barker".

Someone quickly stepped forward and caught the blond, handsome young man at the edge of the metal platform.

The wizards gathered below, surrounded by the Silver Ring, revealed a hint of excitement and joy on their faces. Some cheered softly, seemingly celebrating a victory.

"What exactly do these Astral School people want?"

High above, at the edge of the metal platform, a group of tower masters from the Thorn Ring watched the ongoing duel between young wizards below with expressionless faces. "Are they just going to sit here and wait for us to hand over our inheritance?"

"They probably have no idea, and even we ourselves don't know where the legacy is now?"

This inexplicably organized wizard tea party has been going on for some time now, after the initial awkwardness and tentativeness—

It gradually evolved into a platform for wizards from the Thorn Ring and the Star School to exchange ideas through sparring and duels.

Members from both sides continued to participate, each winning a match, while secretly competing against each other, creating a harmonious and friendly competitive atmosphere.

"call--"

A sudden, silvery-white hurricane arose, then burst open, revealing a middle-aged man with a gentle gaze, holding a short silver metal cane.

All the tower lords stood up and bowed slightly to the newcomers.

"Franth's meaning is very clear."

First Tower Master Manuel gently rubbed his temples, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before him, and slowly spoke: "Inheritance, or people."

One of the two must be kept.

"What about leaving behind a legacy? What about leaving behind people?"

Someone frowned and asked.

"If we are willing to leave behind a legacy, the Star School, led by Frant, will fully support our Thorn Ring in becoming independent in the south, until it develops into the fourth major wizarding power."

"At that time, the legacy belonging to Isidore will also be returned to us. It can be considered a loan, but the term will not be less than one thousand years."

"If you're willing to leave people behind."

Manuel paused for a moment, then continued, "Each of us present will receive three pointers from Wizard Rona."

"Of course, this is on the premise that the problem is within his capabilities."

After Manuel finished speaking, everyone in the room fell silent.

Both conditions are incredibly appealing.

This group of people came to the south without any support from their headquarters. They worked hard to create the Thorn Ring, and now they have reached their limit.

It was precisely because of the difficulty in breaking through the bottleneck that the idea of ​​returning to headquarters arose.

But with external support, the situation is completely different.

If the Starry Sky School can truly fully support the development of the Thorn Ring and help it grow into a large wizarding force, then what difference does it make whether they return to their headquarters or not?

The rights and resources enjoyed by a high-ranking member of a large wizarding organization are far greater than those enjoyed by a mid-to-lower-level member at the headquarters of the "Omnipotent Magic Ring".

Unfortunately, they had already lost the opportunity to choose this condition—before Frant and the others arrived, all the details regarding the inheritance had already been reported to headquarters.

Perhaps the people from headquarters who are coming to meet them are already on their way, giving them no chance to back out.