Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Alazan".

Deep in his heart, Dago coldly called out that name with a special soul frequency.

In less than half a second, a subtle feedback fluctuation came from the sea of ​​consciousness.

The morning sunlight slanted down on Dago's fair, almost translucent, slender hands.

In the void, strange rays of light, defying the laws of physics, began to gather and entangle in his palm.

Accompanied by a slight sense of spatial distortion, a metallic ladybug, its entire body seemingly cast in pure gold and shimmering with mysterious runes, slowly crawled out from the light.

If this absurd yet sacred scene were seen by the fanatical believers in the "deeply addicted church" of this world, they would probably worship it instantly and regard it as a "miracle" of the true God descending!

Oh no... more likely, they would be immediately branded as "heretics" by the Inquisition and burned alive at the stake.

Dago looked down at the golden ladybug projected from Arajan's true form in his palm, his eyes flickering uncertainly in the shadows.

When he first tried "reincarnation into a dream," he was driven by his inherent suspicion and forcibly initiated it alone without Arajan's knowledge.

However, according to the most orthodox cultivation process of "Spiritual Amber," wizards of the "Spiritual Heart" school, each time they undergo this extremely dangerous cycle of dream entry...

They must all establish an absolutely safe "soul anchor" in the real world, or have a highly trusted high-level protector watching over them.

This ensures that if the logic of a dream breaks down or the soul is lost, one can be forcibly awakened in time through external force.

This cruel setting undoubtedly foreshadows that the cultivation of "Spiritual Amber" is far from being as simple as "getting stronger after a nap" on the surface.

Entering a dream carries the immense risk of the soul being assimilated or even devoured by higher-dimensional beings.

The world that is now filled with the whispers of evil gods has already shown some dangerous signs.

However, Dago, being a reserved person, didn't ask, and Arazan, that old fox, also tacitly avoided bringing it up.

As the golden ladybug settled firmly in his palm, the faint outline of an ancient gray book gradually emerged from the depths of Dago's mind, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

He used his mind to control the soul tentacles, slowly turning over the heavy cover.

The next instant, a brand new "Primordial Spirit Script" exuding a vast and ancient aura, accompanied by extreme complexity and mystery, clearly appeared in his mind!

"Ha... As expected, this path is definitely feasible."

Dago crushed the sunlight in his palm and exhaled a long breath.

A smile of smug satisfaction and complete control finally appeared on that usually expressionless face.

This was the solution that Dago had racked his brains to come up with to break the deadlock in that oppressive tower of knowledge.

The most incredible aspect of "Spiritual Amber" lies in the terrifying difference between the flow of time in dreams and the real world during dream cultivation!

In dreams, one experiences the long cycle of the four seasons and spends a whole year, while in reality, not even a single day has passed.

Therefore, Dago simply regarded Alazan as his "external surveillance camera" and "data transmission base station" in the real world.

As long as Arajan can forcibly transmit that obscure and difficult-to-understand ancient script into this world in a data stream similar to "dream transmission"...

Therefore, Dago would have virtually unlimited and ample time for trial and error.

While others might need three years, he could spend thirty or even three hundred years here, fighting to the death!

"Following this logic, I can bring all the time-consuming and computationally-intensive rune literature deductions and researches into the dream world for a dimensional reduction attack..."

Dago's eyes grew brighter and brighter as his mind frantically explored the various possibilities of this "time loop".

"It's not just runes... The tens of thousands of mixing experiments in potion-making, the material smelting in alchemy, the hammering and shaping in forging, and even the most tedious meditation and spell model building exercises... In theory, all of these can be used to achieve a shortcut by utilizing this time difference!"

"Of course, the prerequisites are extremely demanding. I must precisely locate a dream world with a complete system of wizarding laws."

"Then start from scratch in this world, collect those rare and precious materials by hand, and cultivate your spiritual power and magic power from scratch in this body."

"Moreover, the number of times you can enter a dream and the soul's capacity in 'Spiritual Amber' have strict limits; it is by no means an unlimited save-loading game without any cost."

But no matter how carefully he plans, Dargo, holding this trump card, is already light-years ahead of other so-called genius wizards of his generation from the very beginning.

"Now that the second Primordial Spirit Script data packet has been successfully transmitted and anchored to my consciousness, the primary task remaining is only one..."

A resolute glint flashed in Dago's eyes. "Find an absolutely secluded, quiet corner where not even a ghost can be seen, hide like a dead man, and study and inscribe it day after day."

To be fair, Dago's current location in the Deeply Intoxicated Church's power center is extremely rich in resources, and should have been a perfect place for indulging in asceticism.

If he wanted, in his spare time from memorizing the spiritual texts, he could even take the opportunity to uncover the ultimate secret hidden behind this cult that was "deeply immersed" in its beliefs.

The premise is... that he didn't become that high and mighty female pope, the one she had to demand "private possessions" from every night.

"Being forcibly taken from and excessively pampered every day will quickly drain the life force of this mortal body, and in the long run, it will inevitably lead to a short lifespan."

Dago was as calm as an emotionless machine, frantically calculating the pros and cons in his mind.

"What's even more deadly is that political struggles are like a meat grinder. What if one day that iron-fisted pope who looks just like Serena loses power and steps down in the power struggle?"

"As her most favored 'personal bed partner,' I'll definitely be the first one pushed out to be sacrificed, dragged into that meaningless power struggle within the church..."

"Those tedious formalities and endless assassination troubles are such a waste of my precious computing power."

Now that the plan is set, all ties must be severed, and one must completely distance oneself from the cannibalistic vortex of power.

This is the most rational and profitable choice at present.

After making the decision, Dago remained calm, and even his breathing rate did not change at all.

He calmly put on the elaborate sacrificial robes, without touching a single piece of priceless gold or silver jewelry in his bedchamber, nor making any unnecessary tidying up.

He pushed open the door and immediately set off, walking out as if he were going for a stroll in the garden as usual.

With the almost invincible halo of being "Pope Sekaterin's favorite minister," Dargo's status in the entire church hierarchy was extremely transcendent.

From the heavily guarded inner palace of the Papacy, he traveled unimpeded to the outer city of the Papacy. Along the way, countless fierce-looking inquisitors and heavily armored knights bowed their heads as if avoiding a snake or scorpion upon seeing his face, and no one dared to step forward to question him or stop him even a step.

He was like a drop of water, calmly merging into the sea of ​​people, and then completely evaporating.

It wasn't until three days later.

A terrifying message, like a magnitude 12 earthquake, instantly detonated throughout the vast and magnificent city of Christianity!

Deep within the Church, the most handsome and promising male priest in black, Dago, has mysteriously disappeared in the Papal Palace!

Pope Sektarin was furious when he learned of the news!

It is said that more than a dozen living servants in the palace were executed on the spot, and blood flowed like a river.

Like a raging lioness, she issued the highest-level blood-red warrant, sparing no expense and even deploying the most elite Royal Knights to cast a wide net across the country, frantically searching for the man's whereabouts!