Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"What do you mean?"

Dago frowned deeply; this was the first time he had encountered such an idealistic theory of spiritual practice.

"Simply put, he would release a prophecy to the world every so often."

Arahant patiently explained, "The more terrifying the power of the object he prophesies, the wider the scope of the prophesied events, and the longer the time span of the prophecy..."

Therefore, when this prophecy ultimately comes true, the causal power he will receive at once will be greater and more immense!

"You can think of these prophetic wizards as a group of special 'fruit farmers' who wander on the edge of the river of time."

"All they had to do was plant a seed called 'destiny' at the right time and with precision."

"The next thing to do is to find a safe place to hide and quietly wait for this seed to sprout and grow into a tree under the fermentation of cause and effect."

Until finally, the fruit of destiny, containing immense power, ripened... and then, it was swallowed whole.

Dago blinked as he listened.

This was truly the first time in his life that he had ever heard of such a miraculous, even "cheating," method of cultivation!

There's no need for him to meditate day and night like he does, no need for him to fight and train like he's licking blood off a knife, and no need for him to risk his life in secret realms to seize any resources!

All you need to do is touch your upper lip to your lower lip and find some big shot to "brag a few big shots".

Once you achieve something amazing, your strength will naturally skyrocket, like a rocket.

"...What if his predictions ultimately fail? For example, what if the person involved forcibly defies fate?"

Dargo astutely grasped the biggest flaw in this system and couldn't help but ask coldly.

"fail?"

Arajan sneered, his tone turning chilling, "The consequence will be a terrifying karmic backlash; the power within him will drain away like a flood, and his level will plummet instantly."

"In severe cases, even his physical body and soul will be forcibly accelerated to decay by the laws of time, instantly turning into a pool of foul-smelling mud."

"...Alright, it seems like this bargain isn't so easy to come by."

Dago nodded thoughtfully.

This method of spiritual practice is not only not easy, but it is more like a crazy Russian roulette game where you stake your life and fortune and gamble against fate.

If you win, you will indeed rise to the top in one step and gain both fame and fortune; but if you lose, you will lose everything, leaving not even a bone fragment.

"So, kid, remember this: in the future, when you're out in the world, never, ever provoke any true prophetic wizard!"

Arajan's tone suddenly became more stern and solemn than ever before, as if he were warning a junior who was courting death.

"Because in some ways, these charlatans are often more insidious and terrifying than those curse-wielding sorcerers who manipulate poisons and corpses."

"They can not only predict a person's glory, but also accurately 'predict' a person's tragic death!"

"They can use prophecy to forcibly summon unavoidable bloodshed and fatal misfortune upon you, and..."

Arajan paused, then gritted his teeth and said, "Moreover, sometimes, in order to ensure that their grand prophecy is absolutely accurate and to gain power, these madmen might even personally intervene and forcibly modify your fate by any means necessary."

"Therefore, no matter what kind of prophecy is thrown at you, whether it sounds like a blessing or a calamity, its darkest essence is nothing more than a vicious curse attempting to control you!"

Dago nodded heavily.

He deeply agreed with Alazan's final summary and even felt a strong resonance with it.

He has faced countless life-or-death situations along the way, and finally saw through the fog and faced his true self.

The highest path he sought was nothing more than to completely break free from this worthless fate of being manipulated like a pawn.

prophecy?

This arrogant behavior, which is condescending and attempts to forcibly nail down a person's fate like a specimen, is what he finds most repulsive and disgusting.

In Dago's view, even an ant trampled underfoot and insignificant in the mud should have the possibility of living from death and fighting for an infinite future!

Instead of having one sentence define their life or death.

However, just as such a strong feeling of resistance arose in his mind, Arajan's next words made his originally smooth brows furrow tightly.

"Kid, try to remember for yourself."

Arazan meticulously deduced: "Back at the border, that soul-stirring, fateful pendulum-like sound that only you could hear..."

"And then combine that with the characteristics of the prophetic magic school that is famous throughout the continent, the Pendulum of Fate Empire."

"I have a very bad feeling—the old prophet who just died, in the last three top-secret prophecies he painstakingly left behind before his death, very likely... one of them is related to you!"

"What does this have to do with me?"

Upon hearing this, Dago felt not honored, but rather a sense of absurdity.

He couldn't help but sneer: "I'm just a nobody third-ring wizard who just came from the south. I've barely even set foot on the territory of the Fate Empire!"

"That prophet, so high and mighty like a god, what was he thinking, having nothing better to do than use his own life to foretell the fate of an insignificant nobody like me?"

"Because you are not ordinary!"

Alazan interrupted him rudely, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance:

"Boy, ever since you successfully inherited the heaven-defying legacy of the 'Spirit Heart Amber,' and even obtained the [Blue Demon Body] that even I cannot fathom!"

"The name 'Dago Heca' was destined to stir up a monstrous wave in the river of fate, so stop belittling yourself."

"And don't flatter yourself too much. I just said that the prophecy might 'be related to you,' but I didn't say that it was a separate prophecy made by the old prophet specifically for you personally."

Alazan's voice carried a worldly wisdom that seemed to have seen through everything.

"It is highly likely that something earth-shattering will soon erupt on this ancient land, something that could overturn the entire landscape!"

"Or perhaps, a truly extraordinary figure, one who will dominate the world, is about to be born!"

"And you, kid, are just an important variable who happens to have some unavoidable and fatal intersection with those big events or big figures."

"And I believe that at the moment of crossing the border, you are definitely not the only chosen 'pawn' who hears the bell."

"The doctrine of fate is the most complex and intricate law in the universe. Apart from the old prophet who spent his life making the prophecy, there is absolutely no one in this world who can fully and accurately interpret a grand prophecy that has already been made."

"Even the newly appointed prophet couldn't do it!"

"...I hate this feeling of being forcibly drawn onto the chessboard."

A cold glint flashed in Dago's eyes, and he uttered a cold sentence.

He decisively cut off the unsettling communication with Arajan.

He and Jason did not linger long in the town, which was shrouded in mourning. Taking advantage of the chaos, they quickly resumed their journey to the heart of the Empire.

The death of the old prophet, the pendulum of fate, triggered unprecedented turmoil.

This caused the entire vast empire, in every city and every village, to toll heavy funeral bells day and night in mourning.

In the time that follows.

Almost whenever Dargo and Jason got even a little close to a town or market with a crowd, they could almost inevitably hear the incessant, unsettling tolling of the mournful bells.

The oppressive atmosphere of mourning throughout the empire forced the two, who had originally planned to rest and resupply in a bustling city, to abandon their idea.

They had no choice but to avoid populated areas, enduring wind and rain and traveling non-stop along the way.

It took more than two months of high-intensity flight.

They finally pierced through the thick fog and officially arrived at the core of this ancient empire—the central part of the Empire of Destiny!