Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"this……"

As Dago felt the tumultuous changes in his mental space, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he froze on the spot.

The eleventh soul crystal.

He actually managed to condense an eleventh soul crystal in his sea of ​​consciousness!

According to the ironclad rules of the wizarding world, the maximum number of soul crystals a formal wizard can possess is ten.

To reach this number, one needs not only exceptional talent, but also an almost brutally deep exploration of the soul's potential, which can only be glimpsed after entering the so-called "wizarding forbidden zone".

At this moment, he not only stood at the pinnacle of that forbidden zone, but also took a stunning step forward steadily across this insurmountable barrier!

"Incredible..."

Dago's throat moved slightly, and he couldn't help but murmur softly.

The feeling I have right now is remarkably similar to the ethereal and fulfilling feeling I had when I finally resolved my past obsessions and achieved a perfect fusion of souls on the East Coast.

He began to understand what kind of door the "Spiritual Heart Amber" inheritance could open for him.

"Through the cycle of dreams, one experiences vastly different lives, thereby expanding the upper limit of the practitioner's soul... Is that correct?"

He truly spent seventy-two years in that dream called "Reincarnation".

When he opened his eyes, the trials, tribulations, and experiences of those long years seemed to have crossed the void and merged into his true self, as if another "self" from a parallel universe had crossed over into the void.

This qualitative change is essentially the same as the remnant soul of his predecessor "Dago" that he merged with.

Wizards have never stopped exploring the soul, but they have never reached a consensus on the ultimate composition of the soul.

Now, Dargo seems to have touched upon some fragments of truth from the context of "The Heart of Amber".

"To be precise, it increases the 'depth' of your soul."

Arajan's aged and distant voice, tinged with a hint of relief, slowly echoed in Dago's mind.

Dago's eyes narrowed slightly as he slowly extended his palm.

On my fingertip, a golden ladybug was slowly crawling, its carapace shimmering with tiny, flowing light.

Is there a difference between the two?

"Of course there are, and they are fundamental differences."

The golden ladybug fluttered its thin elytra and flew lightly in front of Dago. Its compound eyes seemed to pierce through his skin and stare directly into the deepest tremor of his soul.

"The essence of your soul has not changed; your current improvement is entirely due to the latent origin deep within your soul."

"That seventy-two-year cycle of dreams was just like a chisel, helping you to dig out your deepest buried potential."

"The potential of every living being is a deep ocean, but it is hidden in a valley that is difficult for mortals to reach."

"You are luckier than most seekers because you have a tool that is both highly efficient and sharp."

Arahant's interpretation at this moment is grand and profound.

"...At the beginning of each person's life, the soul is like a clear spring, with the source of the spring locked in the deepest part of the body."

"As the gears of time turn and experiences accumulate, everything you see, hear, think, and do in this mortal world will inevitably bring dust and impurities, making the spring water turbid. But at the same time, it will also inject an indescribable and wonderful substance into the water. It is a gift of time that can fundamentally change the nature of water."

Do you know the secrets of winemaking?

"The scorching sun of summer will make the wine sweet and mellow, while the continuous rainy season will make it sour and unpalatable. But as long as they withstand the test of time, they will eventually reach the same end point - mellowness."

Arajan paused, his tone becoming solemn: "Don't you think that in the long journey of pursuing immortality, something like a soul crystal... is perhaps a little too fragile, too frivolous?"

Dago frowned slightly and blurted out instinctively, "Amber?"

"That's right!"

Golden ladybugs danced merrily around Dago, and Arazan let out a hearty laugh, his aged voice tinged with fervor:

"Exactly! It should be pure, golden, flowing amber!"

"Even with millions of years of change, its form cannot be shaken, its will cannot be destroyed; it can only become more and more beautiful and mellow with the passage of time."

"That is the most perfect and ideal state of a wizard's soul—like eternal amber, unblemished through the ages!"

Dago fell silent, his heart churning with turmoil.

He finally fully understood the ultimate truth pursued by the "Spiritual Amber" tradition.

Using the "Dream of Reincarnation" as a crucible, they continuously extract the lives of others to achieve their own goals.

One dramatic life after another, one vibrant "self" after another is forcibly crushed and layered inside, so that the soul becomes as heavy as mercury and as tough as rock.

This is no ordinary method; it is a genius-level idea that borders on madness.

Dago couldn't imagine how incredibly talented the ancestors who created this technique were, or what price they paid to turn this fantastical idea into reality.

With reverence, he inquired of Arahant about the origins of the "Dream of Reincarnation".

Why was that dream so real that every bit of pain and every strand of emotion was so clear?

"Because it is real in itself."

Arahan sighed softly, "Every dream of reincarnation is stripped from the most complete and profound memory of a powerful soul. The vicissitudes you experience in your dreams are, in essence, traces of the lives of others."

"Every petal on that black dandelion has been repeatedly and meticulously crafted and refined by the great wizards of the 'Spirit Heart' lineage throughout the ages."

"Only such extreme authenticity can bring about the most ideal transformation of the soul."

As Dagger listened to these words, his consciousness involuntarily sank into his mind, and he stared intently at the slowly spinning black dandelion.

How many petals are there on it?

Layer upon layer, too many to count.

He couldn’t imagine what terrifying heights his soul would rise to if he truly absorbed and comprehended all these petals that carried countless life experiences.

"...Your first attempt at entering the dream was far more effective than expected, but you must not be greedy and try a second time in the short term."

"Those mixed memories brought out from dreams, if not sorted out and faded in time, will eventually turn into indelible sediment in the soul."

"The slightest misstep could shake the very foundation of your will, causing your consciousness to collapse and you to utterly descend into madness..."

Arazan's voice was filled with weariness.

In his weakened state, now reduced to the body of a ladybug, every cross-dimensional communication is severely draining his spirit.

"I need to fall into a deep sleep... When I awaken next time, I will teach you the secret method to eliminate the aftereffects of reincarnation."

The golden ladybug gently landed on Dago's shoulder, then transformed into a golden light and burrowed into his body, settling once more on his soul and falling into a deep slumber.

The dark and damp cave fell silent once again.

Only the occasional dripping of water from the cave ceiling and Dago's steady, powerful breathing echoed through the air.