Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

After a long while, Arajan spoke again.

His voice was low, conveying a deep sense of apprehension and warning:

"Dago, take my advice. Your progress on the forbidden path of 'Spiritual Amber' is too fast, too crazy. It's faster than I anticipated."

"The 'things' you just mentioned... are simply beyond your current ability to touch or even gaze upon."

"When you gaze into the abyss, what is in the abyss is also examining you, the ant, with great interest."

"Listen! Until your physical body completely advances to the fourth-ring miracle level and you reshape a perfect primordial spirit, I absolutely will not allow you to continue this suicidal 'dream entry'!"

A playful, cold smile curled at the corner of Dago's mouth.

"You old codger... you really have been hiding a lot of core secrets from me."

He didn't dwell on the issue any further.

He deftly flipped open the space ring on his wrist, taking out several high-level nutritional potions that exuded a rich life force, as well as some high-calorie special jerky.

Like a precise machine, he swallowed mouthful after mouthful, expressionless, rapidly replenishing the enormous functional deficit his body had suffered over the past three months in the most brutal way.

About half an hourglass's time passed.

After the body's nearly depleted blood and energy are replenished, and the condition is restored to about 70-80%.

In this cramped space, Dago found a relatively flat spot, formed a meditation mudra with his hands, and sat down cross-legged.

He slowly closed his eyes and spoke in a calm, chilling tone, "The rest is over."

"Let's proceed with the next transfer, Arajan. Enough talk, I have plenty of trial time to spare."

"You—! You're a madman!"

Arazan was clearly enraged by Dago's unyielding and insane attitude; his voice trembled as he shouted, "Are you even listening to me?!"

But his roar hadn't even been uttered yet.

A dandelion petal, as black as an abyss, fell silently and resolutely into nothingness, pulled by Dago's extremely forceful soul.

The power of rules is activated.

In the end, all the earnest advice and stern warnings were forcibly cut off, turning into only a powerless and worried sigh from that ancient being.

"Sigh...this kid's obsession...it's terrifying..."

The wheels of time relentlessly roll on.

Three months later, Dago coughed violently as if he were drowning in the deep sea, and awoke for the second time from that long slumber and cycle of reincarnation.

The aftereffects of this dimensional tear are clearly far more terrifying than the last one.

He didn't rush to speak, but instead, like an old monk in deep meditation, he spent an extra two whole months!

He immersed himself completely in the depths of his soul's sea of ​​consciousness, using an almost self-torturing method to gradually remove and sort out the impurities of otherworldly memories and emotional garbage that clung to the very origin of his soul like a malignant tumor.

When the last trace of distraction was forcibly severed.

Dago opened his bloodshot eyes and, without hesitation, made another crazy request to Arajan for a "third dream"!

As expected, this immediately met with unprecedented and fierce opposition from Arazan!

"Are you really courting death?!"

Arajan's voice practically roared and exploded in my mind, "Two consecutive high-intensity 'dream entries' have left your soul barrier riddled with cracks invisible to the naked eye! This was a near-death experience!"

"You're not even giving your soul a moment to catch its breath, and you already want to do it a third time?!"

"You're not practicing spiritual cultivation, you're committing suicide! You've truly gone mad!"

"I'm not crazy."

Dago clenched his fists together in front of his chest, his jaw clenched tightly.

"boom--!"

A dazzling golden fire was instantly ignited deep within his soul!

As the flames burned intensely, wisps of golden smoke, emitting a pungent odor, billowed out like steam from the pores of his body, carrying away the lingering ailments of the forcibly refined souls.

As he endured the excruciating pain of his soul being burned, he spoke in an extremely calm and emotionless voice:

"I know better than anyone... exactly where the limits of my soul lie."

"Arajan, I remember a long time ago, I analyzed with you just how extreme I am in my pursuit of truth..."

Dago's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Once, someone warned me in such a condescending tone, just like you are now. It was a special potion called 'Kiss of the Abyss'."

"They told me that just two bottles of this dosage would be enough to instantly tear apart the soul defenses of a genius wizard."

"But guess what I ended up doing?"

"To break through that damn bottleneck, I... right in front of them, downed a whole six bottles in one go, without hesitation!"

"Enough! Stop spouting your damn arrogant nonsense!"

Arajan coldly interrupted him, his voice carrying an ancient, weathered indifference: "Throughout the long years, I've seen far too many... far too many fools like you, self-important, believing themselves to be the chosen ones!"

"The bloodline talents of the vast majority of them are far more dazzling than what you are currently displaying!"

"But what happened in the end?"

Arajan sneered, "In the end, they all ended their brilliant lives prematurely, like bedbugs, in endless agony and despairing regret, torn apart by their own souls! They became dust in the annals of history!"

"But the wheels of history are always driven by a very few 'exceptions,' aren't they?"

Dago's tone remained calm, and even his heartbeat didn't change at all.

"I know what you're worried about, Arajan. You're afraid that this sword I've painstakingly forged will break before it's even unsheathed."

Listen carefully.

Dago closed his eyes, his tone filled with a resolute determination as if facing death, "If in this cycle of reincarnation I truly cannot resist the assimilation of dimensions and am completely lost and fallen..."

"Then this body remains, which have undergone numerous refinements and are practically perfect... consider it my payment to you, and you can study it all."

The moment he finished speaking, Dago completely shut down his five senses.

Once again, they willingly plunged into that bottomless abyss of reincarnation!

Four months later.

Dago awoke in agony amidst violent spasms.

His eyes, which were originally as clear as stars, now seemed to be covered by a thick layer of gray gauze, murky and turbid.

His self-awareness even experienced a brief period of confusion and stagnation.

In stark contrast, he exuded an indescribable, profound, and suffocating sense of weight and vicissitude from the inside out, as if he were an old monster who had lived for thousands of years.

This time, he sat there motionless for a full six months!

He spent several times longer than before, like a fanatic, meticulously sorting out and mending his riddled soul.

He pushed the primal flame of the [Golden Soul] to its limit.

Flames burned wildly inside him, crackling and popping like dense popping sounds from damp firewood burning in a furnace.

The smoke rising from his body was no longer pure gold, but mixed with a large amount of nauseating gray-black, which was a vicious impurity forcibly left behind by the will of the world dimension!

"Again..."

As the last wisp of gray air was expelled from his body, Dago, like a gambler blinded by greed, uttered those two words in a weak yet unwavering voice.

The fourth time... the fifth time...

Each awakening in reincarnation is accompanied by inhuman torment as the soul is torn apart and reassembled.

"Arazan..."

Dago lay curled up in agony on the cold floor like a dying beast whose strength had been drained.

He called out that name in his mind with a hoarse, fragmented voice, like sandpaper being rubbed.

No response.

Arajan also seems to have fallen into a kind of silence due to this crazy consumption.

Dago's eyes were so cloudy that they couldn't even focus.

The golden flames continued to rise silently on his hunched back, igniting thick, inky "ash smoke."

The ancient and profound aura emanating from him had become so intense that it could trigger the laws of this space at any moment.

The terrifying spiritual power, like uncontrolled magma, transformed into a tangible halo that continuously seeped out of the body.

It was an extremely viscous, amber-colored light.

Wherever the light reached, the surrounding void was instantly and completely distorted and deformed!

An invisible storm of laws arose out of nowhere within the enclosed space, howling and raging.

The wind made the heavy gray books on the surrounding circular bookshelves rustle, as if singing a dirge for this madman.