Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

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Dago raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples, took a light breath, and interrupted the other person: "You've thrown out too much information, and you've spoken too fast. I need to digest and understand it little by little."

"What exactly are the 'Ten Primordial Origin Runes' you just mentioned?"

Dago forcibly suppressed the turmoil surging in his heart, calmed his excited emotions, and asked again.

At this moment, Arahan seemed unusually patient because he had mentioned past glories.

"The Ten Primordial Origin Runes... These refer to the ten supreme law runes that were naturally formed at the beginning of the universe."

"An ancient legend holds that it was the most important gift of laws left to mortal wizards by the fallen gods at the end of the mythological era."

"Within it lies the ultimate truth that points directly to the origin of the universe and the supreme law."

"The ancient wizards of later generations devoted their entire lives to trying to decipher them, and the ancient spirit script in your hand is one of the incomplete derivative products they created in that great deciphering process..."

"Supreme Runes...The True Essence of Laws..."

Dago's expression became blank, his eyes flashing with an extreme desire for the unknown power.

His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "Which ten runes represent the supreme power?"

Arazan pondered for a moment before slowly uttering a few words in a weathered tone:

"Immortality, Destruction, Curse."

"Even I, in the past, only glimpsed a few words about it in a tattered ancient book that was almost weathered to dust. I don't know the full picture."

"Because the Ten Primordial Origin Runes, even in the distant Primordial Era, had already completely disappeared and been lost in the river of time."

Dago gave a self-deprecating twitch at the corner of his mouth. He didn't know why he had just had that urge to swallow his saliva like a hungry wolf seeing flesh and blood.

"That level of existence is far too far removed from my current level."

Dago finally shook his head, forcing himself to retract his greedy delusions. He pointed to the gray book in his hand, steer the conversation back to reality:

"Let's get back to this ancient spirit script. You just said it can directly increase a wizard's fundamental strength?"

"Yes, direct and domineering."

Alazan's voice unconsciously carried a touch of nostalgia for the past:

"Actually, the moment you stepped into this tower, I had already guessed the form of this so-called 'Test of Knowledge' ultimate challenge..."

"As expected, it is an ancient spiritual script. In the era when I was active, this was one of the common methods used by many top ancient schools of thought to test and select the wisdom and comprehension of their core new members."

"Make the most of your time in this level, Dago."

"You are now at the most crucial moment of preparing to embrace miracles and transcend levels. These ancient spiritual texts will be the best and most exquisite nutrients of law for your future 'True Spirit' to be conceived and nurtured within you."

"So what exactly should I do?"

"Remember it."

Arajan's tone instantly returned to its calmness, yet it carried an undeniable sternness: "Use your soul to firmly engrave every detail and every change into your mind. No matter what, even if your consciousness collapses, do not forget it."

Dago raised an eyebrow slightly, looking slightly taken aback. "Just memories? Is it that simple?"

"Easy? Wait until you actually try it before you make that arrogant conclusion."

Arazan chuckled, then shut his mouth completely, cutting off the connection and refusing to say another word.

Ancient Spiritual Script...

Dago's eyes flashed with a sharp, razor-sharp light as he turned his scrutinizing gaze back to the simple red line drawing on the gray book in his hand.

For him, accurately memorizing the shape and all the stroke details of a complex rune in a very short time is just a basic skill, as simple as eating and drinking.

Dago composed himself and began to unravel the threads of memory with practiced ease.

However, after only a short time, Dago's originally relaxed brows furrowed into a tight knot.

"So? Do you still think it's easy?"

Arajan's gloating voice rang out again at just the right moment, and the golden, illusory ladybug drifted leisurely back and forth in front of Dago.

Dago clenched his teeth, and fine beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. He had no energy left to speak, and just stared intently at the thin page of the book in his hand.

He now truly experienced firsthand the terrifying and strange nature of this so-called ancient spiritual script.

That seemingly casual and extremely simple line actually contains thousands of variations of laws at the microscopic level!

And each subtle change, like the branches of a tree, extends outwards infinitely into countless possible forms.

Even the bright red that makes up this stroke will show completely different spectral changes from different angles as time goes by.

In terms of the sheer volume of information and complexity contained within, it far surpasses any other top-tier rune he has ever seen or analyzed.

Dago decisively and unilaterally severed all communication with Alazan.

His eyes were bloodshot as he immersed himself completely in the frantic analysis of the spiritual script before him, using all his mental and spiritual power without reservation.

The base of the vast and silent Tower of Knowledge.

Dago held the gray book tightly in both hands, standing quietly in place like a weathered stone sculpture.

In this silent space, time itself seemed to have stopped flowing.

I don't know how long this almost self-destructive silence lasted.

Finally, the silent "sculpture" slowly began to move.

Dago stretched his sore neck stiffly and slowly closed the heavy book in his hands.

He slowly raised his head. In the depths of those eyes, which had regained their clarity and depth, a striking, bright red, ancient pattern, like a wriggling earthworm, flashed by, accompanied by the faint light of laws.

It worked!

"How long did it take me?"

Dago's voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed coarse sand, as he asked in a low voice.

His voice echoed through the vast, cold architectural space, as if he were conversing with a deity in the void.

"From the first second you started staring at it until now, exactly one month has passed."

Arazan provided the answer with mechanical precision.

"A whole...month?"

Dago muttered to himself, took a deep breath, and first looked around at the cramped space at the bottom.

Then, he slowly raised his head, his gaze following the tightly fitted bookshelves, moving ever upwards toward the endless sky.

That seemingly unreachable, infinite height...

That vast, despair-inducing, infinite space...

And on the bookshelf, there were countless gray-covered books, like stars in the sky…

If every gray-covered book contains such a complex and terrifying ancient scripture.

So, how long would it take him to memorize all the spiritual texts here?

Hundreds of years? Or thousands of years?!

Dago didn't know, and couldn't figure it out.