Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Black hole!

Cooper's pupils contracted violently as he saw an enormous black hole of energy stretching across the sky!

The space at the edge was violently distorted, and the black hole was frantically devouring all the energy and light in the world.

The void seemed to have been torn open by a pair of invisible giant hands, creating a huge hole. All matter poured and fell into that hole amidst wails.

However, there was one small yet upright figure, as if reborn from the ashes of this apocalyptic darkness!

He soared into the air, carrying an indomitable will, forcefully tearing through the unparalleled devouring power, quickly escaping the collapsing void, and speeding away in the distance.

With a mere body from the Third Ring Road, he bravely confronted the devastating trap of the Fifth Ring Road!

That was an extreme arrogance that made the whole world tremble!

This wasn't a struggle at all; it was an arrogant counterattack by an ant against a dragon, and... he won!

At that moment, Cooper's mind went blank, and he seemed to fall into a daze of collapsing faith.

With all the knowledge, wisdom, and understanding of a fourth-ring miracle wizard, he simply could not comprehend it—

How could a third-ring wizard, who has yet to dispel the fog and embrace miracles, be able to calmly leave the stage time and time again from the absolute crushing of a fifth-ring wizard?

The clash between spells ended in a draw.

Suddenly, some information that Cooper had once scoffed at exploded in his mind like thunder.

That was information about Dago Heca that had been sent from the southern French circuit earlier.

"A magical prodigy, a once-in-a-millennium talent in the South, an unparalleled wizarding genius..."

These words of praise, which Cooper once considered overly exaggerated, now seem, in retrospect, perhaps conservative, as everything stated in the materials.

The person who wrote that document was probably at a loss for words to describe the monster before them.

"If we had known we were facing such a monster, would choosing to befriend it have been our only way to survive?"

Cooper murmured to himself, his voice trembling inwardly.

Unfortunately, this is ultimately just an impossible hypothesis.

Frmmingo is not the harsh but rule-abiding Goodman. In his wizarding dictionary, there is only the bloody law of "survival of the fittest," and there is no such thing as "equivalent exchange."

…………

The wind howled past his ears like a barrage of blades, Dago's black hair flew wildly, and his black aura swirled like a battle flag.

"Where are you planning to go? Is this your last resort?"

Arazan's slightly weary voice rang in Dago's ears.

"I no longer have the strength to break away from you and find another soul host. Don't let your foolish pride drag us both into the abyss of destruction."

"Don't worry, I've already prepared an escape route."

Dago's expression was cold, and his tone was unwavering. "Of course, this might require a little help from you."

"..."

Arazan didn't say anything more, but just sighed heavily.

Dago darted through layers of raging lightning and storms, becoming a blur in the void as he sped away.

Isidore's magic armbands were now firmly on his right arm, emitting a faint glow.

"Click—"

A deafening roar, as if some colossal object had shattered, echoed through the heavens and earth, and a surging tide of energy began to flow back wildly.

Dago didn't need to look back; he knew that the Miracle Black Hole was completely collapsing.

A series of terrifying magical fluctuations, far exceeding any previous ones, swept from behind, and a stinging pain, as if pierced by a thousand blades, tore at Dago's back skin.

But Dago's eyes remained as cold as ice, without a ripple.

At the top of the "Silver Falcon" airship, a massive, sky-obscuring six-pointed star array began to expand wildly outwards.

The six points of light that make up the hexagram gradually burst forth with dazzling light, like six blazing suns, forcefully illuminating the dark, cloud-covered sky.

The destructive radiance of the magic circle projected downwards, extending for an endless distance. At that moment, Dago's fleeing figure seemed to be locked onto by divine retribution, leaving him nowhere to hide.

However, just as the six-pointed star formation was about to reach its peak and unleash its world-destroying power, it suddenly stalled.

Immediately afterwards, the entire magic array began to shrink inward, and the terrifying power that was capable of annihilating everything began to subside unwillingly.

As the six dazzling points of light converged, a humanoid figure, seemingly formed from the refraction of countless rays of light, slowly emerged from the void.

The human figure stands high above, gazing into the distance.

At the very end of his gaze, Dago's figure came to a halt.

Dago was standing on the edge of death at the massive Eye of the Sky—that deep blue storm vortex.

His robes and long hair were violently torn by the storm, but his figure was firmly nailed to the void like a rock, his head held high, facing off against the supreme humanoid figure projected from the six-pointed star array in the distance.

A fifth-circle wizard with spatial magic would be able to keep Dargo from escaping to any place in this region.

Therefore, the Storm Zone, which was so close at hand and known as the forbidden zone of life, became his only way out at this moment.

After all, it was a place of great danger where even a sixth-ring miracle wizard had perished. No matter how much Fomingo desired the inheritance he possessed, he would never dare to gamble his life on the deadly dangers of this perilous place.

The "silencing" of the six-pointed star formation perfectly confirmed Dargo's conjecture.

"clang--"

Dago casually flicked the Archon armband on his right arm with his finger, producing a clear and melodious sound like crystals colliding.

He raised his right hand defiantly, wanting the arrogant figure in the distance to see clearly the chips in his hand.

"Foming Song."

Dago uttered the name coldly, a haughty smile curving his lips.

"You want my life? Even this abyss, capable of swallowing miracles, cannot stop me!"

Dago suddenly turned around, violently tearing through the layers of storm before him with both hands, and leaped into the air!

He resolutely plunged into the deep blue, bottomless vortex of the storm, leaving behind a resounding vow:

"I will come back, wash your neck and wait for me."

The tiny figure fell into the eye of the storm, like a speck of dust being swept into a raging deep sea, without even a ripple.

Cooper slowly withdrew his horrified gaze, and the moment he turned his head, even his soul trembled violently along with his body.

"Lord Fumingo..."

Cooper buried his head tightly in his chest, and his right hand, raised in a gesture of respect, convulsed uncontrollably beneath his wide robes.

He knew the grave crime he had committed, and could not imagine how Fumingo's wrath would consume him completely.

However, after a long wait, only an unusually calm, yet extremely cold, voice descended from high above:

"Notify the South, in Goodman's name."

"Dago Heca, who harmed his fellow disciples and betrayed the Law Circle, has been executed outside the Storm."

"Yes."

Cooper felt as if he had been granted a pardon and respectfully agreed.

Beneath the dim, gloomy sky, the humanoid figure, composed of countless refracted rays, gazed at the eternally unchanging eye of the storm and uttered a cold whisper:

"Foolish ants, thinking you can survive by escaping into the forbidden area? The entire Storm Realm is under the Weaver's watchful eye. Inside, you will only die without leaving a trace."

"It's a pity that the legacy of the legendary Archmage Isidore will likely remain incomplete for a long time to come."

As soon as he finished speaking, the light in the sky collapsed with a bang, and the human figure vanished without a trace.

…………

In the south, the Thorn Law Ring.

At the very top of the Silver Tower, sunlight streams through the transparent crystal skylight, casting a sacred golden glow into the tranquil study.

The only sound in the room was the soft murmur of the silver sand being poured gently.

Undine sat upright at the poplar wood desk, quietly flipping through an ancient blue book.

The quill pen in her hand occasionally drew delicate marks on the clean white paper, a scene of tranquility.

"Rustling sound—"

A sudden rustling sound of rapidly turning pages rang out, and a blue blur burst into the room, shattering the tranquility.

"The message came from the central region!"

The brightly feathered parrot was startled awake from its nap and immediately pounced on the blue bird, letting out a cheerful chirp.

"Let me guess, this is definitely a message from Dago! Judging by the time, he should be here by now."

"Chettel, behave yourself."

Undine gave a stern rebuke.

She raised her hand and beckoned gently. The little blue bird seemed to have found its home and willingly fell into her palm, transforming back into a folded paper bird.

"Quick, look! Quick, look at what he wrote!"

Shetty flapped her wings and eagerly approached.

Undine's slender fingers caressed the smooth surface of the Bluebird's communication paper, and a rare hint of anticipation involuntarily surfaced in her usually cool eyes.

However, that expectation froze into bone-chilling ice the moment she unwrapped the paper bird.

"Damn it! This thing spontaneously combusted! Undine, what are you doing? It almost burned off my eyelashes!"

Shel screamed in terror, frantically dodging the black flames that suddenly shot up from the paper bird.

In the blink of an eye, the messenger bluebird was completely consumed by the deathly flames.

Undine ignored the parrot's squawking.

She stood up expressionlessly, letting the ashes from her fingertips drift in the air, and walked straight outside.

"I'm going to the central region."

Undine's voice was completely flat, but every syllable she uttered sent ripples of destruction through the void, causing the magic books on the surrounding bookshelves to rattle and nearly shatter.

Shetier froze on the table. Her magical instincts told her that the overwhelming sense of terror was palpable. She asked blankly, "Go...go to the central region for what?"

"Go and ask my good mentor in person."

"boom--!"

The seemingly indestructible floor-to-ceiling window at the top of the tower suddenly shattered, and a violent gust of cold wind rushed in from the outside!

Accompanied by an extreme killing intent powerful enough to freeze the soul, Undine's figure tore through the void, transforming into an ice-blue comet that roared away.

Only her suppressed grief, anger, and madness echoed in the air:

"Dag cannot die like this, without knowing why!!"