Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

This was absolutely the most horrific and near-death experience Dago had ever had.

The raging, chaotic spatial turbulence, mixed with destructive storms and lightning powerful enough to tear apart miracles, instantly shattered his defenses.

His robes turned to ashes, his flesh was torn apart inch by inch, and in the deep wounds that exposed bone, there was even frenzied plasma boiling!

He felt as if his soul was being forcibly torn to pieces by this divine power, and the excruciating pain made him almost grind all his teeth to pieces.

It felt like an eternity before the devastating, tearing sensation finally subsided.

Dago slammed heavily onto the hard ground.

Although the tearing sensation is fading, it is replaced by an extreme numbness and excruciating pain, as if thousands of red-hot steel needles are simultaneously piercing the soul.

He clung to his last shred of clarity, spreading his mental energy field outwards like a shield, and slowly opened his bloodstained eyes.

The sight that came into view made even a man of such strong willpower as him gasp in shock.

The sky seemed to have been cleaved open by a god with countless pale scars, and thousands of lightning bolts as thick as water vats intertwined in the sky to form a despairing spider web of death.

The leaden-gray storm clouds rolled like a tsunami, and with each surge, thousands of purplish-blue lightning pythons tore through the clouds and roared out!

The sky was cut into fragmented ruins.

A torrent of lightning, several kilometers in diameter, poured down from the heavens in a mighty torrent.

That's plasma, formed from pure energy liquefied!

They converged on the earth's surface to form lakes of lightning that shimmered with a silvery-blue deathly light.

Giant, python-like pillars of energy erupted from the lake's surface, only to be instantly pulverized into dust by a space-tearing hurricane.

In the void, there floated transparent storm vortexes that looked like billions of boning knives.

Outside the vortex, thick, spiraling whips of light lashed out, each strike carving a deep, scorched abyss filled with flowing lava.

The howling wind was always loud enough to drive anyone crazy.

The sound was like the desperate cries of millions of deep-sea whales being slowly tortured, interspersed with high-frequency, piercing electrical noises.

Just listening for a second will cause your blood to flow uncontrollably backward, every hair on your body to stand on end, and your soul to sound an anxious alarm.

Here, there is lightning condensed into the shape of ancient broken weapons, black winds inscribed with runes of destruction, and eerie land that has grown crystalline lightning tentacles after being soaked in lightning paste.

Dago never saw the mythical purgatory with his own eyes.

But if the legendary abyss that buries the gods really exists, it would probably look like this.

"Is this what you call a 'pre-planned' escape route?"

Arajan's voice echoed in Dago's mind, filled with barely concealed anger and despair: "You're leading us to suicide!"

"Otherwise what?"

Dago spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. He staggered to his feet, letting the gale whip his broken body.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes chillingly cold: "Leaving me outside to have my soul searched and my spirit devoured by Fumingo, do you think that's a better idea?"

"In this extreme elemental wasteland, all energy particles except wind and lightning are completely repelled! Your prized ice and metal magic can't even produce a spark here! How will you survive?!"

"Arazan roared."

"Who said I was going to use magic?"

Dago crushed several bottles of precious high-level healing potions with his bare hands and roughly poured the liquid down his throat.

The next second, he let out a beast-like growl and activated the Ancient Blue Demon Body without hesitation!

With a sickening cracking sound, his body, which was on the verge of collapse, began to grow taller and expand wildly!

His muscles, brimming with primal demonic power and savage strength, bulged like rocks, and his dark aura soared into the sky like smoke, even briefly forcing back the surrounding lightning!

Dago suddenly threw a punch, the pure physical force blasting through the air and smashing several balls of lightning that were hurtling towards him into dust!

Lightning crackled and popped on his demonic body, leaving only streaks of white marks as if they had been quenched.

Dago tilted his head back, and what burst forth in his eyes was an absolute madness that disregarded life and death, a madness that embraced death above all else:

"My physical body has stagnated for too long, and I've been struggling to find enough domineering pressure. This place is practically a tailor-made training ground for me!"

"You're absolutely insane! You're oversimplifying the problem!"

Seeing this, Arajan sighed helplessly.

A wisp of hidden soul power emerged from between Dago's brows, cautiously extending towards the hellish sky.

"Here lies an ancient elemental spirit, about to advance to the seventh ring, in slumber! It is already part of this forbidden law, and it can definitely sense your presence!"

"I know."

Dago narrowed his double-pupil-like demonic eyes, and following Arajan's perception, he boldly looked up into the deepest part of the sky.

From the very first second he stepped into this dead land, he felt an indescribable, ancient, and terrifying gaze filled with the will of annihilation.

It was like an invisible eye of divine punishment, coldly looking down upon the ants that had invaded its territory.

"But a dormant prehistoric dragon probably wouldn't be very interested in an ant crawling past its toes, would it?"

"If this ant not only doesn't die, but also tries to cross its territory, then who knows?"

Arazan coldly poured cold water on the idea.

"Since I dared to come, I must have the means to break the deadlock."

Dago’s tone was indifferent, unilaterally ending the conversation.

He could easily imagine that Arajan must be furious at his arrogant attitude, but that was the reality, and he had no other choice.

Lumian, the omnipotent magic ring, was defeated by him. As long as Dago remains in the outside world, he will face endless pursuit, a ruthless character like Fumingo who can endure and plot for two hundred years to rise to power and even betray his master and ancestors.

This time, unlike in the south, there was already a sheer cliff behind him.

By deliberately jumping into the storm, he seemed to be courting death, but it was the only way for him to survive after careful consideration!

Crossing an abyss on a tightrope, isn't that tightrope, which could break at any moment, also a path?

"Even if you get incredibly lucky and manage to avoid being eliminated by that seventh-ring being, how do you plan to get out? Are you going to rely on this demonic body to wander around this labyrinth like a headless fly for the rest of your life?"

Arazan is still trying to bring him to his senses.

"Therefore, we need your guidance."

Dago took a deep breath of the air, which was filled with the smell of ozone and blood, and then slowly raised his large hand covered with magic runes.

With a flick of his wrist, he steadily lifted an object emanating a strange fluctuation from his spatial ring.

"So what if I'm under the scrutiny of the Seventh Ring? In this world, there is no predicament that I, Dago Heca, cannot overcome!"

Dago stared at the trump card in his hand, letting the thunder explode around him, a triumphant smile playing on his lips:

"Don't forget, I still have—it."