Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

As they approached the southern continent and gradually entered the coverage area of ​​the spell signal tower, Dago would occasionally receive messages from old friends.

He was determined to return to the Thorn Ring, and he didn't care whether it would reveal his location. He would take out everything and check it one by one.

"A message from Undine."

Dago's eyes flickered slightly. He tapped the communication stone, and after a few breaths, slowly put it down.

"Astrology School, Fifth Ring Wizard"

He instinctively reached for the armband he wore, "Is it because of this tradition of Isidore?"

Dago was deep in thought.

In fact, he had considered this issue after the Wizards' scramble for the title.

He obtained the Archon Armlet of Isidore under the spotlight; it was impossible for such a legacy not to attract covetous eyes.

He chose to leave the south alone as soon as possible, partly to avoid being hunted down by the Resurrection Society wizards, and partly because he was worried that Isidore's legacy would attract other forces to fight for it.

He thought that after the events of the Revival Society subsided, the Thorn Ring, backed by the "Omnipotent Ring" in central Taiwan, would provide him with some protection. However, before he even arrived in the south, he received a message from Undine telling him not to return to the Ring for the time being.

"He belongs to the fifth ring wizard of the South. When the fifth ring wizards of the Revival Society appeared before, why didn't he come out to resist? Now that the crisis has passed, he is the first to target the inheritance in my hands."

Dago was completely indifferent.

Although most wizards are selfish, this personality trait becomes more pronounced the higher their power, which is quite common.

But when the matter fell on his shoulders, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"It seems we can only find a place to stay for now, or it would be good to continue our arduous training at sea. I just don't know if the Thorn Ring can withstand the pressure exerted by a fifth-ring wizard."

Reason told Dago that the best option now was to avoid the limelight and stay away from the vortex of the Thorn Ring that he had created.

I don't know how long this will take, but judging from Undine's tone, it doesn't seem to be too long.

But for a fleeting moment, a sense of frustration and resentment welled up in Dago's heart.

Even if he really goes back, what difference will it make?

So what if he loses this legacy?

He rose from humble beginnings to his current heights, never relying on any external means.

He can dodge this fifth ring road, but can he dodge the next one?!

In the brief outpouring of emotion, as reason regained control of his consciousness, Dago's expression wavered slightly.

He stretched out his left hand with some surprise and gently placed his five fingers on the armband he was wearing on his right arm.

Then, a strange light began to shine in his eyes.

Just now, he suddenly felt the armband vibrating, responding to his call.

The fluctuation was very strong, just like the previous two times.

At that moment, Dago seemed to grasp something, his five fingers tightly gripping the armband as he fell into deep thought.

In the vast sky, the clouds had all dispersed, and the sunlight seemed to be blocked by a transparent film.

The shockwaves generated by the collision of various magical energies formed visible ripples in the sky, spreading outwards like violently turbulent water.

Four powerful figures clashed fiercely, the chanting of incantations echoing through the heavens and earth, the constant roaring sounds, and bursts of light, sometimes blinding and sometimes dim, erupting from time to time.

Below, the wizards of the Thorn Ring were all watching this battle intently, their expressions tense, and a solemn and dignified atmosphere filled the arena.

"Zefflin, I remember that name."

At the edge of the massive silver metal platform, the eyes of several Thorn Ring Tower Masters, led by First Tower Master Manuel, were almost all focused on a single figure.

He was a refined and intelligent young wizard, surrounded by countless stars, with a calm and confident smile always on his face.

"One hundred and fifty years ago, this name was quite well-known in the south."

"It is said that although he missed his turn to compete for the Wizards title, he challenged the Wizards’ top spot several times afterward, with both wins and losses, but his record was always brilliant."

"He is probably the most outstanding disciple of the Starry Sky School in the past five hundred years."

According to the age of their souls, the young wizard from the Starry Sky School should be considered a junior among the tower masters, yet none of them looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a junior.

Because three of them had already left the field, and even though he was being attacked by spells cast by three late-stage third-ring wizards at the same time, the young wizard from the Astral School named Zeflin had been able to maintain a firm upper hand.

The talent and strength displayed by the other party had already greatly impressed them.

In most cases, even if they are at the same level, a wizard's strength will increase with the accumulation of knowledge and experience over the years, resulting in a gap.

But there are always some exceptionally gifted geniuses who can defy this common sense, and Zeflin is clearly one of the best among them.

This was precisely the true purpose of the Starry Sky School in holding this tea party: to demonstrate the Starry Sky School's powerful foundation and strength to the Thorn Ring, thereby "forcing" the Thorn Ring to voluntarily relinquish its teaching rights to Dago.

Omnipotent Dharma Ring?

The Omnipotent Dharma Ring is too far away; everything should have been settled long ago before someone from the Central Region arrives.

"Mother of the Rock Core".

Undine held a bright yellow staff as tall as a person and chanted softly.

Rune-like light shone deep within her pupils, and one after another, crystalline orbs gleaming with the luster of citrine detached from the staff and scattered around her.

As Undine's spiritual power surged forth, those shimmering, citrine-like orbs of light trembled—

Immediately afterwards, a phantom image resembling a rocky mass suddenly appeared in the void, compressing the void and moving forward with a rumbling sound.

Standing next to Undine was a middle-aged man with a brass pocket watch embedded in his left eye socket. He was also chanting rapidly, and from beneath his robes, liquid metal kept flying out, transforming into huge brass gears burning with raging flames.

Together with another wizard who cast crystal spells, the three of them attacked Zefrin, who was located in the center of the battle.

As the seven tower masters under Manuel, the first tower master of the Thorn Ring, all three of them are at the peak of the third-ring wizards, and are only half a step away from achieving a miracle.

No matter how hard the three tried, or how well they coordinated, their attacks seemed insufficient against this prodigy from the Starry Sky School.

Zefrin held a staff that looked like it was made of purple diamond in one hand, and with a casual flick of his wrist, tiny, star-like points of light "scattered" from beneath his wide robes.

Zeflin stood proudly in the arena. With just a simple wave of his hand, star-like points of light flew out, shattering and collapsing the spells summoned by Undine and the other two.

"StarNet!"

Zeflin suddenly let out a sigh, spread his five fingers, and a surge of powerful spiritual energy and the aura of the Dharma Domain erupted wildly around him.