Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"I?"

A wild smile curled at the corners of Dago's mouth.

Beneath his deep eyes, tiny storm runes flickered silently like miniature tornadoes.

He slowly clenched his fists, a muffled cracking sound emanating from his bones, his deep voice filled with undisguised fervor: "I... feel great right now."

The Storm Lord, Stormweaver, who was about to enter the realm of the Seventh Ring God, unleashed a world-destroying thunderstorm that, while brutally tearing apart Dago's flesh, also acted like an unparalleled furnace of destruction, granting him yet another domineering and unparalleled rebirth.

Dago closed his eyes and brought up the system panel deep within his retina.

Most of the data did not cause much of a stir. Apart from the soul age being forcibly pushed forward between life and death, jumping from the fixed 21 to 22, the most astonishing transformation occurred in the [Blue Demon Body].

Dago's nearly year-long inhuman asceticism in the Stormlands, and his final crazy gamble of joining the Stormweavers, finally brought him the richest reward.

The Blue Demon Body underwent a tremendous leap, bringing him a near-species-crossing growth in physique!

Now, his incomparably powerful demonic body has even reached a terrifying level where he can almost completely ignore wind and lightning spells below the fourth ring!

Meanwhile, the mysterious blue conch nurtured within the dantian orb of light in his body became increasingly complex and profound, growing a full circle larger.

This is direct proof of the perfect construction of the "Double Spiral Palace" within his body.

However, these inflated figures are still within Dago's precise calculations.

Then the next part of the anomaly he observed was a huge surprise that even he himself had not anticipated.

Dago's mind sank completely into his body, and his immense spiritual power flowed slowly and cautiously through his limbs and bones like a delicate stream of water.

Wherever he went, he could clearly "see" that deep within his flesh and bones, which were now like cast steel, there were beautiful, intricate lightning and wind patterns that exuded an aura of destruction, like ancient vines!

The storm weaver's brutal baptism left behind a massive amount of thunder and hurricane essence within him.

Since leaving the Storm Realm, Dago has been like an extremely greedy plunderer, frantically practicing meditation to try to digest and expel the turbulent power.

However, during this life-or-death struggle, his body miraculously produced some strange reactions that even he himself could not explain.

His flesh and blood seemed to instinctively "steal" and engrave certain core mysteries of the Weaver's Storm Power, imprinting them deep into his most primal bones and blood like a tattoo!

These strange storm patterns are like ancient runes naturally formed when heaven and earth meet.

However, perhaps because Dago's baptism was too short and his involvement too shallow, these runes appear somewhat incomplete and fragmented.

Even though it was just a few traces of fur, it had already brutally endowed Dago with a certain degree of "talented ability" to control the wind and electricity elements as if it were an instinct!

This domineering talent has even subtly altered his aura when he activated the "Ancient Blue Demon Body".

Now that he has activated the transformation of that ancient demonic body, his control over the black aura surrounding him is as swift as his own arm, giving rise to countless deadly changes that are impossible to guard against.

In short, this is an enormous fortune that would drive countless wizards mad with envy.

"Kid, I'd like to take a closer look at your current body. Do you... mind?"

Arajan's deep voice echoed in my mind, unusually using a serious tone, even with a hint of negotiation.

Arajan's soul was already dependent on Dagor for survival, not to mention the domineering "master-servant contract" that suppressed it.

Therefore, his understanding of his host Dago's true strengths and bodily secrets was actually extremely limited.

All along, Dago has been like a lone wolf guarding its food, almost completely keeping its most core secret closed to everyone.

He only gave Arahant a small "breathing" area in the spiritual space, and a narrow passage for the tiny souls to enter and exit.

Dago remained calm in the face of the ancient shaman's sudden request.

After a brief moment of silence and deliberation, he nodded in agreement with great decisiveness.

He was equally curious and puzzled by the strange mutations that had occurred to his [Blue Demon Body].

Perhaps, with the keen eye of this ancient living fossil, we can truly unravel the mystery and find the answer we seek.

With a slight thought, Dago released his soul seal on Arajan without reservation.

A golden ladybug, radiating a dazzling halo, gracefully emerged from between Dago's eyebrows. Following the contours of his skin, like a meticulous quality inspector, it slowly began to crawl all over his body.

It probes inch by inch from the inside out, occasionally pausing briefly at some densely runed bone joints, its tentacles trembling slightly.

Of course, the only thing that remained untouched by Dago was the dark golden heart that was constantly operating the "Bloodline Deduction Array," which he kept completely hidden from Arajan.

The investigation was quickly completed. Arajan's soul power receded like a tide, retreating into the depths of Dagor's vast consciousness space.

What followed was a suffocating silence that lasted for several minutes.

After a long silence, Arajan's voice, filled with undisguised amazement and doubt, finally broke the silence.

"Your current body... is practically like a naturally mutated 'decaying blood'."

"Depleted blood?"

Dago raised an eyebrow. This extremely obscure word, which exuded an air of decay, was the first time he had ever heard it in his life.

"This is a taboo term exclusive to wizards of the seventh ring and above. It is indeed too far beyond your reach, so it is perfectly normal that you do not understand it."

Arahan's tone became extremely distant, as if he had instantly traversed countless ages.

"To fully explain the mysteries of this realm, we must start with the ancient wizards' division of the nine rings. However, you are about to step into the threshold of miracles, and it is indeed time for you to come into contact with some of the most fundamental truths of the world."

"Alazan".

Dago chuckled and simply sat cross-legged on the scorched, chaotic swamp.

"If you're willing to regularly host your 'Ancient Wizard Advanced Lecture Series,' open your mind, brimming with boundless wisdom, to me without reservation..."

He paused, tapping his knee with his long, slender fingers, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery: "I bet the parasitic relationship between the two of us would be far more harmonious than it is now."

After saying that, Dago crossed his arms and adopted a composed posture, as if he were listening attentively.

Alazan naturally and skillfully filtered out the barbed and sarcastic remarks in his words.

His tone turned solemn as he spoke softly, "The absolute division of these three classes—Formal, Miracle, and Twilight—has been passed down since the most ancient Chaos Era and remains unshakable."

"Having fought your way through so many battles, you should already have a profound understanding of the true meaning of the 'formal' stage. So, how do you interpret the 'miracle' that is about to happen?"

Dago lowered his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and then gave a pointed answer: "Nurture the true spirit, so that spiritual power can completely embrace the light of the elements."

These are precisely the two most significant and overwhelming characteristics that distinguish miracle wizards from lower-level formal wizards in Dargo's understanding.

The soul undergoes a qualitative transformation, successfully nurturing a pure elemental energy spiritual aggregate within the body to aid in battle; at the same time, its own immense spiritual power will be completely assimilated, acquiring the terrifying destructive characteristics of the corresponding elemental energy.

For now, this is all the knowledge barriers he can access.

"It's incomplete and too simplistic."

Arazan offered a scathing critique without holding back, befitting his role as a mentor.

"The true meaning of miracles lies in embracing the 'Light of Miracles' without reservation! This light, beyond the light of the surface elements you perceive, also represents the light of seeking the truth of the universe and the light of wisdom illuminating ignorance!"

"Remember this: the fundamental purpose of a wizard's painstaking efforts to nurture a true spirit has never been for such low-level, simple acts as improving elemental control or enhancing the destructive power of spells. Those are merely insignificant byproducts."

"Our true, and sole, ultimate purpose is to forge a unique key! A key that can truly unlock the supreme 'Gate of Truth'!"

Upon hearing this, Dago's deep eyes flickered violently.

This was the first time he had ever heard such a transcendent statement, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

Arajan truly deserves to be the oldest and most respected shaman of the Temple of All Souls.

In addition, he is a living, breathing "profound antique" that embodies the brilliance of ancient wizarding civilization.

In today's wizarding world, where knowledge is fragmented and people are overly protective of their own knowledge, Arajan's existence is practically a cheat code that would allow Dagor to directly reach the other side of truth.