Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dago lowered his eyelids and remained silent.

He was well aware of his current trump card—the trace of the Desperate Winter Dragon bloodline he possessed, diluted to a mere five percent.

If you were to use it to go head-to-head with the other party, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock; there's absolutely no comparison.

Just as he was rapidly assessing the difference in strength between the two sides in his mind, the magnificent voice that had previously shouted the name "Juventus" once again resounded through the heavens and earth without warning.

The sound clearly originated from the unfathomable depths of the lake, yet it ultimately exploded at the very top of the sky.

"With the Three Towers as our witness, with the Three Towers as our proof—the selection begins!"

Everyone, including Dago, instinctively looked up, gazing at the sky against the blinding cold light.

Immediately following, accompanied by a violent spatial distortion, three strange, upside-down phantom towers were suddenly projected onto the lake surface beneath them.

An immense, inescapable, invisible force of gravity surged forth from the depths of the lake.

This force, like countless invisible tentacles, tightly bound the ankles of every wizard in mid-air, ruthlessly pulling them down to the bottom of the lake!

"Thump, thump—"

The wizards' figures crashed onto the lake one after another.

Strangely, not a single drop of water was splashed, not even the slightest ripple was created.

They were like tiny, insignificant specks of dust; the moment their bodies touched the water, they were swallowed up without any resistance and completely merged into the inverted phantom of the three towers.

Within the secret realm of Spirit Mirror Lake, countless chosen wizards, like autumn leaves, "drifted" into the azure lake. Dago, caught in the torrent, was among them.

He did not foolishly resist that immense pulling force.

In the last second before his body was swallowed by the lake, Dago's brain was still racing, imagining countless possible scenarios of being flipped over by gravity or suffocating.

However, it was only a very brief moment of confusion.

When his gaze refocused, Dago was shocked to find that he was no longer standing on soft water, but in a completely different, absolutely enclosed, independent space.

There is no sky, no earth here.

All around, in all directions—up, down, left, right, front, and back—is an unfathomable void.

Dargo tentatively reached out his hand, and his fingertips immediately touched a cold, tough, invisible spatial wall.

The wall severely restricted his movement, imprisoning him in a small, confined place.

Directly in front of him, in the vast void, three magnificent towers with bizarre shapes and imposing presence stood tall!

Standing beneath these three colossal towers that seemed to stretch out the universe, Dago felt as insignificant as a speck of dust clinging to the sole of a shoe.

On the left is a tall tower, its entire structure resembling a forged interweaving of the pale skeleton of an ancient whale and blood-red deep-sea coral.

A viscous, dark blue liquid constantly flows over the entire tower.

The most bizarre thing is that its spire is upside down, with the water flowing against gravity upwards, as if directly connected to the infinitely vast alien ocean on the other side.

The central tower is made of black obsidian.

The cracks in the tower are filled with boiling, crimson magma, making the entire tower resemble a giant torch, burning with an inextinguishable blazing flame.

At the very top of the tower, dozens of miniature, blazing suns undergoing nuclear fusion seem to be suspended by chains, radiating blinding light and heat that stings the eyes and makes it impossible to look directly at them.

The last tower on the far right has no real physical form.

It was a dark shadow, seemingly constantly twisting and swaying like ripples on water.

Looking at it inevitably evokes the image of the moon, broken and then reformed, on a calm lake in the dark of night.

The entire illusory tower is filled with a breathtaking mystery and an extremely tranquil atmosphere.

"The Glory of the Three Towers..."

"A trial, is this the first hurdle in the selection process?"

Dago’s deep gaze flickered back and forth between the three towers.

He tentatively lifted his foot, wanting to take a step forward.

"Buzz—!"

The moment his foot landed, a hidden ripple suddenly appeared in the void.

Some obscure and ancient information flowed into the depths of his mind, like threads that appeared out of thin air, completely ignoring his mental defenses.

Realizing the message was not malicious, Dago relaxed his tense nerves.

The translucent golden ladybug that Arajan had transformed into flapped its wings and flew out from between his eyebrows.

After a moment's thought, Dago decided to release the restrictions on his sea of ​​consciousness and share this holographic information flow with Arajan.

The scene unfolded in my mind instantly—

"Juventus." In a mirrored space filled with darkness and nothingness, several Spirit Mirror Lake guides, dressed in exquisite moon-white robes, were respectfully leading a person slowly through a brightly lit portal.

When they reached a specific warning line in front of the three towers, the lead wizard in a moon-white robe stopped.

He turned around to face the arrogant figure at the very back of the line, who seemed like a god. His tone was polite, yet it carried an air of businesslike indifference.

"Your Excellency Juventus, I am well aware of your distinguished status."

"But the Grand Elder specifically instructed you before you entered that even if you choose to stand here, you must abide by certain unwritten rules passed down through generations of our Spirit Mirror Lake."

"The rules of Lingjing Lake? Heh..."

Upon hearing this, the young man standing at the back of the group, shrouded in runes, curled his lips into a mocking sneer and muttered to himself.

The next instant, without even constructing a spell model, he simply took a small step forward in an extremely casual manner.

"Whoosh!"

Afterimages flicker!

Juventus's figure instantly disregarded spatial distance, passing through the physical defenses of the Spirit Mirror Lake wizards like a ghost.

He didn't even glance at the first two towers that represented wisdom and combat power. Instead, he transformed into a streak of light and swiftly rammed into the illusory black tower on the far right, which resembled a reflection of the moon.

Less than three breaths had passed since his figure completely disappeared into the shadow of the black tower.

"boom--!"

The once lifeless black tower suddenly burst forth with a dazzling, earth-shattering light.

The originally distorted and illusory tower body was forcibly solidified at this moment by the terrifying soul fluctuations, as if it had completely descended from the illusory reflection and stepped into the reality of the material world.

One, two, three... On the surface of the black tower, one after another, deep purple "stars" appeared out of thin air, like supernovae being ignited, lighting up one after another.

The blinding purple light turned the faces of the Spirit Mirror Lake wizards on the periphery, who had previously maintained a cold demeanor, deathly pale, their eyes filled with utter shock and emotion!

They stood frozen in place like a group of clay statues, looking up in disbelief at the illogical scene before them, their expressions completely blank.

After a very long time, a labored murmur, uttered by someone due to extreme dryness of the mouth, finally echoed from the void.