Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"A five-star rating for the Spell Tower. Even if your soul aptitude is a bit lacking, it should be enough for you to enter this wizarding organization called Spirit Mirror Lake."

Alazan's languid voice echoed in his mind, pulling Dago's wandering thoughts back to reality.

"After all, a wizarding organization that can expand its recruitment scope to the formal stage will not set its entry threshold too high."

"But there's one last thing we haven't tested yet."

Dago casually brushed the ash from his sleeves and walked toward the last tower in this trial space, answering casually.

"The selection process is set to last for three years. Three years is a long time to accumulate progress points, enough for me to practice spells tens of thousands of times, or to go into seclusion to cultivate the Spirit Heart Amber a few more times."

"If the trial rules allow me to take a second test, then I can raise my final evaluation of both my soul aptitude and spellcasting ability by another level."

This time, Alazan surprisingly did not offer any rebuttal or mockery. A thoughtful look flashed across Dago's eyes, but he did not pursue the matter further and walked alone to the Tower of Knowledge.

This inverted tower, symbolizing knowledge and wisdom, is composed of rugged, ancient whale bones and countless upstream currents, representing a vast and breathtaking realm of knowledge, as deep as the ocean.

Dargo, always cautious, deliberately saved this seemingly life-threatening test for last.

I thought this place would be like the trial mechanism of the previous two towers, where only consciousness would be extracted to enter.

Unexpectedly, this time Dago's body did not experience any tearing sensation, nor was it rejected or hindered by the rules in the slightest. He actually stepped directly into the tower in his true physical form!

"Clatter—"

The crisp echo of his boots hitting the ground reverberated as Dago gently landed in a strange, bright, white space, his feet resting on a solid, smooth, jade-like white stone floor.

His pupils suddenly contracted, his breath caught in his throat for a moment, and he was slightly dazed, completely overwhelmed by the magnificent scene before him.

This is a peculiar architectural structure that completely defies common sense.

The perfectly flat ground beneath him was, at most, only a dozen square meters in size.

All around, there was a tightly fitted, seamlessly connected circular wooden bookshelf, like a city wall!

This endless circular bookshelf extends wildly into the sky in all directions, looking like an infinitely huge and terrifying funnel.

At this moment, Dago is like an ant, standing alone at the bottom of the funnel.

He strained to look up.

At the edge of the field of vision, all that could be seen was a white dome-shaped halo that seemed to be expanding infinitely outwards, making it impossible to discern where the true ceiling of this inverted tower was hidden.

This inverted tower, a symbol of knowledge, has a profound design.

Its bizarre structure seems to be silently and cruelly explaining a supreme cosmic truth to every wizard who steps into this place: the more knowledge and wisdom you accumulate, the higher you climb, the more vast and boundless the world you can see before your eyes.

At the same time, you will become increasingly aware of just how insignificant and ignorant you are.

Dago's chest rose and fell slightly as he gently inhaled the air, which smelled of old paper, forcibly pulling his wandering attention back to the test itself.

His gaze slowly fell on the bottom shelf where he was standing.

On these ancient bookshelves, which appear to be carved from some kind of precious black pine, rows of heavy books with gray covers are neatly arranged.

He glanced around briefly and noticed that the gray-covered books on the bottom shelf were extremely few in number, probably only about twenty.

Dago casually picked one out of the books.

He ran his fingertips over the cover, briefly observing the book's texture.

This grey leather is exceptionally smooth, like the delicate leather of some unknown creature, with no artificial texture or seams on its surface.

He tried to open the book.

But they discovered that there seemed to be a viscous and invisible magnetic force holding the pages together firmly.

He suddenly exerted force in his wrist muscles, using a bit of his true strength, and finally managed to forcibly peel it apart.

The pages of the book, as white as snow, were completely blank.

Only a twisted, bright red, worm-like, eerie mark stared straight into Dago's eyes.

Dago's eyes narrowed sharply, and he stood frozen in place.

He leaned closer to examine it closely and realized that it wasn't a living creature at all, but rather an extremely strange pattern with no discernible pattern.

This pattern consists of only one stroke.

It's like an innocent child who grabs the brightest, most dazzling red paint and mischievously scribbles it all over a piece of white paper.

Dago stared at the pattern for a long time.

Gradually, he began to have a chilling illusion—the bright red earthworm on the paper seemed to be wriggling and twisting wildly under his gaze!

As time went on, Dago's gaze was drawn to the eerie crimson that formed the strokes, as if he were sinking into a quagmire.

Even his soul and consciousness were brutally sucked into those thin pages!

In a daze, he felt as if he was forcibly dragged out of his body and plunged into a turbulent, endless crimson river!

As the world spun around me, my ears were filled with the desolate roars from the ancient wilderness and eerie buzzing sounds that could drive a person mad.

"call--!!!"

Dago gasped sharply, breathing heavily like a drowning person surfacing, desperately trying to pull his consciousness away from the eerie abyss of the book pages!

By the time he fully came to his senses, he was drenched in cold sweat.

He looked down at the gray book in his hand again, his usually calm face now filled with undisguised horror and astonishment.

"Arazan..."

Dago silently called out to that ancient being in his heart.

The latter seemed to have been observing from the shadows all along, and knew exactly what he wanted to ask. His tone held a rare seriousness as he spoke softly:

"Do not doubt your intuition. This thing before you is called—Primordial Spirit Script."

"Ancient Spiritual Script?!"

Dago's heart skipped a beat.

"That is a kind of original script used by the ancient sages and wizards to record the laws of the universe and communicate the Great Dao. At the same time, it is also the most basic stroke that constitutes the 'Ten Ancient Origin Runes'."

"It doesn't possess any direct destructive effect or manifest power, but it is truly a supreme treasure!"

"As long as it can be copied and imprinted into the soul, it can disregard social class and directly and violently increase a wizard's foundational strength..."