Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Buzz—!"

Without any warning!

Just as he exerted his strength, a vast and terrifying pulling force suddenly descended.

That feeling was just like back in the shattered space among the spirits—

When he encountered that terrifying dark silver tailless dragon without any precautions, he was immediately struck by the pure and savage power of the dragon, experiencing a horrific illusion that his "soul had left his body."

"Ugh..."

Dago let out a muffled groan.

His main consciousness was brutally stripped away in an instant, completely breaking free from the physical constraints of his heavy body.

It transformed into a weak halo of light, tightly drawn in by an irresistible magnetic force, and flew backwards at an extremely fast speed towards the Black Moon Tower.

In this involuntary, high-speed pull, a strangely intense desire arose in Dago's subconscious, a desire that even brought tears to his eyes.

It was a call from the deepest part of his soul that made him desperately want to "go in," to melt into that tower.

It's like an orphan who has been wandering in the snow and ice for years, suddenly smelling the warmth of his mother's embrace, wanting to rush over without hesitation.

However, this strange instinct for self-destruction did not last long.

It was only a short time, less than half a breath.

A soft "snap" sound.

All the hallucinatory phenomena vanished instantly like the tide, and the instinct that devoured people's hearts disappeared without a trace, just like the receding tide of a tsunami.

Dargo felt a strong sense of weightlessness wash over him, his consciousness was violently jolted back, and he was slammed back into his physical body.

He remained kneeling on one knee, panting heavily. The intense dizziness of his soul being torn apart and reassembled had not yet completely dissipated when he heard Arahan's voice, tinged with helplessness.

"Get up, stop trying, the results... are already in."

Dago shook his heavy head and managed to straighten up and come to his senses.

Following Alazan's prompting, he looked down and was astonished to see that three walnut-sized, deep purple, polygonal crystals had silently floated in mid-air to his right.

They are beautiful, with flawless facets and an inner glow of deep, dark, and mysterious purple light, just like the purest and finest amethyst in the world.

Dago instinctively reached out his calloused right hand, wanting to touch these crystals that represented the strength of his soul.

However, his fingertips only felt a slight coolness before passing directly through the hard crystal illusion without any hindrance.

They are not physical entities.

Dago silently withdrew his hand and gazed quietly at the three illusory amethyst crystals that had appeared out of thin air.

At this moment, the towering Black Moon Tower not far away had completely lost its initial fatal attraction to him, and had turned back into a cold black shadow.

His eyes flickered slightly, a hint of self-mockery flashing deep within them, but his voice remained as calm as ever:

"It seems that my trump card, which I was so proud of, is nothing but a joke in the face of a real high-dimensional test. My soul aptitude is not that great. Even with all my efforts, I can only get a low-level rating of three stars."

Unlike the protagonists in cliché novels, Dargo was not angry and resentful. He had a clear self-awareness and was mentally prepared for his own low aptitude.

"To be honest... I never expected your constitution to be this bad."

The golden ladybug that Arajan had transformed into fluttered anxiously up and down in front of Dago, emitting a heavy sigh that sounded extremely human: "You know, this is the result of you forcibly promoting me after you had already risked your life and completely mastered the 'Spirit Heart Amber' secret technique."

"If you were to follow your original, rotten-wood-like factory configuration... ha, if you hadn't been incredibly lucky to run into me, you would have barely managed to reach the Miracle Realm by sheer luck, and you would have already come to the very end of this wizarding path."

Dago rubbed his temples, ignoring Arazan's sarcastic remarks.

In fact, he didn't feel too surprised or disappointed by the somewhat glaring "three stars" result.

He is a pragmatist and knows his own limitations.

If the same rigorous standard of nine stars is used to classify soul aptitude, he secretly estimated that when he first stepped into the wizarding world, his weak body's soul aptitude was at most a pitiful one star.

Later, he underwent a transformation during his life-and-death experiences on the East Coast, and perhaps barely reached the two-star passing grade.

Later, after experiencing that long and painful cycle of reincarnation and dreaming for seventy-two years, the soul was forcibly elevated once again through the trials of time.

It is precisely because of these countless experiences on the brink of life and death that the current barely passable "three-star" qualification has been built up.

"Be content, and don't be discouraged. You should thank me properly, Dago."

Arajan's tone softened slightly, tinged with a hint of arrogance, "True soul aptitude has never been an insurmountable obstacle on the path of us Spirit Heart Wizards."

"As long as you are alive, 'Spiritual Amber' will be like a tireless drilling machine, constantly digging deeper into your hidden soul potential and making up for your shortcomings bit by bit."

"It will gradually elevate your soul until it finally reaches the legendary perfection..."

"Hindsight is 20/20."

Dago dusted off his robes and casually interrupted his long-winded speech, "If I had known that the first test was about this kind of innate physical strength, I should have found a secluded mountain forest, secluded myself to cultivate the 'Spiritual Heart Amber' a few more times, and raised my soul star level before participating in this bullshit selection."

"In that case, the dazzling evaluation that finally comes out might allow me to experience once again, the feeling of being regarded as an unparalleled super genius by these arrogant Lingjing Lake executives, and being fawned over like a star."

Dago casually uttered a lame joke, but his feet moved without any hesitation.

He turned around and strode straight toward the second, most ferocious, fiery tower in the center, which was burning with intense fusion light.

Having learned from his previous experience, he was prepared to face an attack when he stepped into the warning area.

A similar experience to the Black Moon Tower test played out again—consciousness was instantly ripped from the body and thrown into the abyss of fire.

But this time, when that burning, dazed feeling receded like the tide.

When Dago suddenly came to his senses, he was horrified to find that the spatial coordinates of his location had undergone an even more thorough and bizarre physical transformation.

"Where...am I?"

Dago's eyelids twitched violently, and he immediately sensed the absolute abnormality coming from his body.

The surrounding heat disappeared, replaced by an absolute lightness.

He suddenly lowered his head and stared intently at his hands.

There is no skin, no blood vessels, and no fingerprints.

He saw that his ten fingers had become illusory and transparent, like phantoms.

It was a hand made entirely of countless extremely fine, high-frequency oscillating pure white rays, tightly interwoven with some complex matrix laws.

Not just hands.

He turned his neck in horror, looking at his torso and legs... and every tiny part of his body.

He transformed into a life form composed entirely of "light"!