Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"The Soul of Amber..."

A glint of light flashed in Dago's eyes.

He took out cool spring water and dry rations from his spatial ring and ate slowly and rhythmically to replenish the energy he had lost during the two-month-long fast.

At the same time, he easily brought up the character panel.

With the eleventh soul crystal stabilizing, his spiritual power, which had reached the limit of three purifications and stagnated, was now revitalized, and the progress bar of his strength was climbing at a visible speed.

Dago's original mental strength was enough to make him stand out among his peers, and now, as he slightly stretched out his mental strength, the surrounding space faintly rippled with golden waves like the tide.

If an ordinary third-ring wizard were standing here, the sheer shockwave from this pressure would likely shatter their mental defenses!

A world of difference!

The miraculous effects of "Spiritual Amber" completely tore apart the shackles of the Mist Rank.

Eleven is just the beginning; there may be twelve, thirteen, or even more in the future.

If a genius like Michael, hailed as a darling of the era, condensing his tenth soul crystal was considered stepping onto the "edge of the forbidden zone," then Dago is now striding rapidly toward the "core of the forbidden zone."

This kind of breakthrough that pushes the limits brings benefits in all aspects.

Regardless of the leap in combat power, the quality of the True Spirit that can be nurtured when it advances to the "Miracle" rank in the future will surely reach a terrifying level.

More importantly, Dago has been dedicated to dismantling and reassembling the Isidore [Arcane] rune.

Previously, due to the limited number of soul crystals, he was constantly worried about not having enough inscription slots, which hampered his abilities. But now, with the increase in carriers, this problem that had troubled him for so long has been solved.

If five slots aren't enough, create six; if six aren't enough, create seven. He can calmly and effortlessly complete the most perfect spell structure.

"So, what's next..."

Dago bent down, picked up an origami bluebird from beside his feet, and gently brushed away the dust with his fingertips.

This was the communication spell he had previously used to contact the "Omnipotent Ring".

In fact, the bluebird had already returned a month and a half ago, showing signs of recovery.

This means that the person who was supposed to meet him in the central "omnipotent Dharma Ring" had most likely been waiting for him at the designated location for a full month and a half.

"Time is of the essence; we can't afford to delay any longer."

Dago shook his head self-deprecatingly, his fingertips applying slight pressure.

The once withered paper bluebird seemed to come alive, flapping its wings nimbly, cutting through the darkness of the cave, and speeding out.

Dago quickly put away the array equipment in the cave. Once his strength had recovered to its peak, he blurred into a blur and rushed out of his hiding place.

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The outside world is like purgatory.

The scorching magma surged and crashed, cutting the earth into countless jagged fragments, resembling a giant web of dark red cracks.

In the distance, countless majestic volcanoes tirelessly spew out thick smoke and ash, blotting out the sky and turning the dome into a depressing dark red and gray.

This area seems to have been forgotten by time, forever frozen in the eerie colors of the alternation of dusk and dawn.

A flock of strange birds with feathers like burning embers shrieked as they flew through the poisonous smoke; elemental life forms constructed of rock and magma ran silently across the land; crimson mutated vines spread rampantly, covering the vast plain with a thick layer of volcanic ash.

Just then, a tall and slender figure streaked across the murky sky like a meteor, accompanied by a series of explosions.

The newcomer had snow-white hair that flew wildly in the gale.

His black robe accentuated his cold and aloof demeanor. His handsome features were almost otherworldly, but his tightly pursed lips and deep blue eyes, like a lake, gave him a composure and austerity beyond his years.

It was Dago who had traveled day and night to arrive.

The scorching wind, like steel knives, swept past my ears, making my robes flutter wildly.

Dago narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing this forbidden area marked "Blazing Realm" on the map.

Legend has it that this is the site of a life-or-death battle between two great shamans in ancient times.

The clash of those forbidden spells, which were of earth-shattering magnitude, permanently altered the elemental rules of this place.

Dago took out the Dream Glass Sphere from his spatial ring and calmly recorded the surrounding geographical features.

Shortly after he completed this habitual "check-in" action, the outline of a magnificent magical flying machine gradually became clear at the end of his line of sight.

It was a "giant silver steel bird" that was hundreds of meters long and was about to take flight.

Its body was cast entirely from precious magical silver steel, and its streamlined deck was covered with dense, ever-flowing runes for wind protection and reinforcement.

A ball of deep blue flame, never extinguished, spewed from the tail of the giant bird, while the core magic array greedily plundered the turbulent fire elements in the atmosphere, transforming them into an inexhaustible source of power.

Its body was covered by a layer of moist and transparent defensive film, and the huge black floating stone embedded at the bottom emitted a steady gravitational wave. And its wide wings were actually formed by countless miniature hurricanes swirling and intertwining, creating a magnificent and extraordinary sight.

At the top of this masterpiece that combines ancient alchemy with modern magic, there is even an exquisite sky garden.

Protected by a transparent magical shield, it was lush and green, like a carefully preserved piece of amber.

Dago's eyes brightened slightly. He put away the precious pearl and transformed into a streak of dark light as he approached the giant bird.

Before they had even gotten very close, two beams of light, as dazzling as the sun, suddenly shot out from the garden.

In an instant, the immense pressure belonging to the "Miracle" level swept down, and even the boiling blazing plains below seemed to fall into a brief silence because of this aura.

A moment later, the figures of two middle-aged wizards appeared clearly in front of Dago.

On the left is a figure wearing a crimson salamander skin robe, with hair that burns and flows like flames, surrounded by visible heat waves.

His expression was cold and stern, and his gaze toward Dago was filled with scrutiny and indifference.

Clearly, this is a powerful individual who has been immersed in fire magic for many years.

The other miracle wizard was quite different.

His face was thin, and his skin had a sickly, moonlit pallor.

His short, black hair was slightly curly, with a few strands of silver.

His spider-patterned robe was perfectly straight without a single wrinkle, and every gesture exuded a long-standing aristocratic elegance.

"Above the Dharma Ring, praise to the Almighty."

As the two approached, the wizard, dressed in a robe with spider patterns, was the first to bow with his hand on his chest, speaking in a chanting tone.

After receiving a perfectly appropriate return gift from Dago, a highly infectious and enthusiastic smile blossomed on his pale face.

"Cooper Eldrick, just call me Cooper, and this is Lumian Malcolm Bell the Wizard."

"Finally, we've met you, Dago Heca! You're the future pride of the French Ring... We've all been eagerly anticipating your arrival!"