Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

The whole process was incredibly smooth; Dargo felt no resistance whatsoever, as if it were perfectly natural.

Compared to the painstaking process of comprehending the [Desperate Winter Dragon's Death Gaze], which involved the fusion of multiple magic domains, this was much easier to achieve.

The difference between the two is like comparing heaven and earth, like mud and clouds.

At that moment, a flash of understanding appeared in Dago's deep eyes.

He had almost completely seen through the core, and most terrifying, essence of this [Golden Law] spell inheritance system!

"There are five fragments of the [Golden Flame] magic domain, all of the same origin but different schools... Once they are all gathered, they can be completely fused into a flawless, true [Golden Law Flame]!"

Dago stared at his hands, which radiated golden light like those of a god or demon, and his breath hitched slightly.

Now, he is only two "transformation-level" spells away from welcoming the fully formed [Golden Law Fire], which is powerful enough to incinerate the heavens and boil the seas.

"The skill proficiency improvement before reaching the Transformation level is relatively simple; it's just a matter of grinding it out over time."

Originally, the remaining spells, [Heart of Gold] and [Soul of Gold], involved extremely profound realms of the soul and origin.

Even with Dago's previous background, he still found it somewhat difficult and obscure when trying to understand and comprehend it, and his progress was slow.

But ever since he experienced the brutal training of the Soul Secret Technique "Spiritual Heart Amber," Dago's will has been tempered like steel that has been forged through countless trials.

His understanding of the essence of the soul is on an immeasurably deeper level.

This caused the difficulties and setbacks he encountered in learning these two spells to disappear completely without him even realizing it, as if ice and snow were melting away.

His reason for choosing to skip over the "Golden Head" and "Golden Heart" and instead take the unconventional approach of conquering the "Golden Soul," which is nominally the biggest obstacle, was to verify his own conjecture.

As it turned out, he made the right bet.

As the ancient shaman Alazan once vowed, the wonder and power of the Spirit Amber are many, many more.

As his cultivation time increased and his realm deepened, he could feel the terrifyingly heaven-defying nature of this technique.

"Moreover, the power of the Dharma Domain that this [Golden Soul] has just generated seems to have an unexpected effect on eliminating the domineering aftereffects of 'Dream Reincarnation'..."

Dago looked down, carefully observing his current state.

His entire body was enveloped in thick golden smoke, like a deity.

When the power of the [Golden Soul] was bestowed upon him without reservation, he could clearly feel that some impurities tainted deep within his soul seemed to be mercilessly burned and evaporated away bit by bit along with this sacred flame.

This purifying power is just like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, silently eliminating a large part of the insidious aftereffects left over from the last forced "reincarnation into dreams," which are like a bone-deep ailment.

Although, at present, the effect of this elimination is still very weak.

However, this is probably because the current proficiency level of [Golden Soul] is still relatively low, and the magic domain has not yet been fully mastered.

In fact, given Dago's current spiritual resilience, he could have already attempted a second "reincarnation into dreams".

The reason for the delay in taking action is that a deep dream entry takes a considerable amount of time. While this may not seem long for a wizard with a long lifespan, it is certainly not short in the face of this rapidly changing crisis.

The most crucial and fatal point is that, throughout the entire long process of entering the dream, his physical body must not be disturbed or attacked by any external force.

Otherwise, not only would his chance to enter the dream be wasted, but his soul might even collapse and disintegrate on the spot!

He is now in a strange empire and cannot find a safe haven.

"Furthermore, the plan to split and inscribe the fundamental runes of [Arcane] has encountered some tricky troubles..."

Dago sighed and slowly withdrew the violent magical fluctuations he had been releasing.

He picked up a large, dark robe from the rack beside him and slowly draped it over himself.

He walked to the window, his long, slender right fingers resting on the smooth oak windowsill coated with expensive wax.

As the melodious song of the beautiful swan in the fish tank beside me played, my fingers rhythmically and gently tapped the wooden surface.

Within Dago's current mental space, there are a total of six completely blank, pure soul crystals.

His original, flawless plan was to forcibly split the incomplete [Arcane] fundamental rune into six parts!

Then, they were inscribed one by one onto this single blank soul crystal, so that quantitative change would lead to qualitative change.

But after several thrilling and extreme attempts in private, he discovered a cold, hard truth in despair.

Even though he had meticulously divided the rune into six parts, the power of the laws it contained was still too domineering.

His single soul crystal still couldn't fully withstand that terrifying pressure and was at risk of shattering at any moment.

"This means... the number of parts is far from enough; it may need to be divided into seven, eight, or even more parts..."

Dago's eyes were cold as he plotted in his mind.

This inference also implies that he must have a huge base of soul crystals to support him.

He needs to undergo a second, third, or even more perilous "dream-entering" arduous training.

"Once I've found a powerful backer in the Empire of Destiny and settled down, I must immediately begin the second cycle of reincarnation into dreams."

"Moreover, if I want to unleash my soul's potential to an unprecedented level during this crucial stage... then the 'awakening potion' used to assist in dream cultivation and prevent the soul from getting lost is naturally an indispensable strategic resource."

Thinking of this, Dago's originally smooth brows furrowed deeply again.

"But...where am I going to find a 'World Stone' that I can freely squander on brewing potions?"

"Should we go to those Resurrection groups, who are like rats in the street?"

The crazy thought flashed through Dago's mind: "Those lawless lunatics spend their days searching the world for World Stones, trying to open a spatial passage to another world and welcome back the ancient evil gods. I bet they have a huge stockpile of World Stones..."

"Ha, this is no different from asking a tiger for its skin."

Dago quickly shook his head, decisively dismissing this dangerous idea that seemed completely unrealistic at the moment.

For him now, he has to take things one step at a time, one bite at a time. He can only wait and see.

"Buzzing—"

Just as Dago was lost in thought.

A faint, subtle rune fluctuation suddenly emanated from the spatial ring he wore on his finger.

Dago's expression shifted slightly.

He quickly turned around, raised his right hand, put his index finger to his lips, and made a stern shushing gesture to the beautiful Betty who was singing enthusiastically and the excited Ottilia.

The ethereal voice of the beautiful Bella was like a swan whose neck had been snapped, abruptly ending.

The two little figures shrank back into the seashell in fright.

With a wave of his sleeve, Dago unleashed a surge of spiritual energy, directly taking the valuable crystal fish tank and the clam shell into his ring space.

Ottilia, her small face glistening with sweat from excitement, deftly slipped into Dago's wide, warm collar and hid herself inside.

Dago took out a communication device sculpted like a ferocious black bat and infused it with magic.

Jason's suppressed excitement, yet deliberately low and hoarse voice immediately came out.

"Dago, I'll be waiting for you in the grove of trees thirty miles outside the city."

Concise and concise.

After hearing the message, a glint of shrewdness flashed in Dago's eyes.

He remained silent for a moment, then put away the communication bat.

He then stood up, carefully put away the anti-spying rune arrays he had set up around the room, and pushed open the door to walk out of the dark secluded cultivation room.