Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Dargo realized why becoming a formal wizard required another formal wizard to guide him; in fact, the Wizarding Alliance had another purpose.

The other official wizard was the second.

Their job is to clean up wizards who have failed their promotions, preventing their souls from being corrupted by the Seven Deadly Sins and wreaking havoc on the real world.

"What do I care about the deluge after I'm gone?" Dago rolled over and sat down at the table in the room.

He took out the mysterious box from his storage ring, channeled his mental energy into it, and with a click, the box cracked open.

Inside was a greenish-blue egg with faded spots, a diamond-shaped clear crystal with vibrant colors, and a letter.

[If you are seeing this letter, first of all, congratulations on becoming a semi-formal wizard.]

[I believe you have gained knowledge of the Light Realm, Scale Two, at the Aynark Wizarding Academy. Remember, never let that old devilish headmaster become your guide.]

The Helam family can help you safely descend to scale two without the need for a guide.

[You should have seen the egg in the box, right? It's the first gift your family gave you; it's the egg of a Mist Raven, a creature from the spirit world.]

Use your mental power to incubate it; it can then hunt down demons that invade your mental space.

[Inside there is also a crystal containing the coordinates of the Helam wizard family in the Silver Sea, the ancestral homeland of the Helam wizard family.]

[You're probably wondering how to descend into the Silver Sea of ​​the Spirit Realm, Scale Two. The answer is simple: meditate under the light of the Origin Moon at night and continuously call upon its sacred name, Artemis.]

Artemis, the Moon of Origin, is the projection of the Silver Sea into the real world, symbolizing "the Mother Moon who gave birth to all that is extraordinary."

Finally, I will be waiting for you at the Searam outpost in the Silver Sea.

Dago sat at the table expressionlessly and read the letter, then quietly looked out the window at the scenery.

As winter approaches and the sun shines brightly, a thin layer of snow has already settled on the trees in the courtyard outside the window.

Closing his eyes and exhaling, Dago couldn't predict his fate. "Do you think I can reach the other side?"

When he opened his eyes again, only the deepest tranquility remained in his blue eyes.

We must go for it. The first thing we need to do is hatch that Mist Raven egg and see why the Hylam family is so confident that Viser can survive the demon invasion.

A gray halo appeared in Dago's blue eyes, and his powerful spiritual energy transformed into tentacles that probed into the egg.

In an instant, his spiritual power vanished, like a stone thrown into a lake.

Continue increasing the power, and then increase it again, until it's completely empty.

Unconvinced, he meditated to restore his mental energy, then channeled his mental energy into the raven egg. By the third time, he could no longer infuse it with mental energy.

The raven egg floated in the air, gradually turning transparent, until finally, with a pop, it vanished into the void.

Following a feeling that came from the depths of his soul, Dago knew that it had gone into his spiritual space.

Its weak consciousness conveyed the message that it was still very weak and unable to exist in the real world.

Close your eyes, begin meditation, and Dago's soul awakens in your mental space.

Inside the gray sun, a grayish-white light flowed, and a clump of dark gray fuzz was trembling slightly.

As soon as Dago reached out his hand, something lightly pecked his fingertip, the force as light as a feather landing on his skin.

It was a raven that had just hatched less than half a day ago. Its eye membranes were still covered by a translucent grayish-white layer. It stretched its bald neck and used its beak to explore the "huge creature" that had suddenly entered its field of vision.

"Hungry?" Dago's soul casually grabbed a handful of gray powder surrounding him from the center of the gray sun, placed it in his palm, and slowly handed it over.

The little creature tilted its head, its fur still covered with the undried egg membrane. It hesitantly approached, first touching Dago's fingertip with the tip of its beak, as if to confirm whether the warm thing was safe.

When the gray powder entered its nasal cavity, it suddenly plunged its entire head into its palm, swallowing with a rhythmic thud in its crop.

Halfway through its meal, it suddenly stopped and rubbed its wet beak against the tiger's mouth of Dago's spirit form.

Dago's soul, expressionless, gently brushed the downy fur on its back with its fingertips. The fur was softer than it had imagined, like crushed dark clouds.

Perhaps the touch was too comfortable, because the little guy suddenly folded his wings (actually, they looked more like two tufts of fluff that hadn't fully grown), shrank into his palm, and buried his head into the warm skin.

Even its pecking movements slowed down, and it made a faint "cooing" sound in its throat.

The trembling in his palm gradually subsided, replaced by even breathing.

It actually fell asleep against his finger, with a little powder still stuck to the tip of its beak, like a child who had stolen food and hadn't wiped its mouth.

Dago remained in that position, looking at the little spirit life in his palm that depended on him.

"Let's call it Gugu from now on," Dago's soul thought.

He then exited the mental space and returned to the real world.

After casually finding a restaurant nearby and having a satisfying meal, Dago walked along the pristine white street.

He looked up at the sky, where the biting wind began to howl across the town's horizon again. He wondered if he would be able to see the Moon of Origin tonight.

Hey... Oh well, if we don't see each other tonight, then we'll see each other tomorrow. Anyway, we'll meet someday.

Back in the Wizarding Hall, he first went to the courtyard to visit his old friend Maric and tell him about recent events.

He then returned to his room and began a new round of meditation, where he saw a raven chick already flapping its wings and flying around his soul.

"It seems that life in the spirit world is even more amazing than I imagined; its growth rate cannot be measured by the common sense of the real world."

Dago’s soul thought this, and then grabbed a handful of gray powder.

He fed it to the young mist raven that had landed on his soul's shoulder. It nuzzled affectionately against Dago's neck.

After feeding all the mental energy generated from this meditation to Gugu, Dago then withdrew from the mental space.

This cycle continued until nightfall, when the sun gradually disappeared in the west.

The town at night is far more elegant than it is during the day, lacking any lifeless atmosphere.

There was no muddy filth on the streets, nor any noisy commotion or pedestrians.

All that remained was a quiet town and a few scattered lights that adorned her magnificent dress like jewels.

Sitting in the courtyard, Dago looked up and saw two moons hanging in the sky. It seemed that his luck wouldn't be too bad today.

Leaning against the trees in the courtyard, Dago finally let out a long breath, panting slightly.

Only then did he finally dare to relax a little and stop being so tense.

Relaxing his tired body, he began meditating, and the changes in the "cooing" sound in his mental space had exceeded his expectations.

A giant raven, its body constantly shrouded in morning mist, with wingspans nearly three meters wide, was seen tumbling and soaring merrily in the dark clouds beyond the gray sun.

Its feathers are not solid, but countless flowing misty fibers, light gray near the wing root, gradually turning black towards the tip.

When it flaps its wings, it stirs up fine mist. Three long crests stand on its head, and a wisp of mist always lingers at the tips of the crests. That is its "spiritual touch," which vibrates gently with the fluctuations of the surrounding energy.

The most peculiar thing about it is its head: the beak is made of translucent obsidian with a cold sheen at the edges, as if it could peck away any enemy that dares to offend it.

When it comes to rest, its body gradually blends into the surrounding mist, leaving only two red eyes suspended in the air, like a blood moon deep in the mist.

When it cries out, ripples of mist appear in its throat, and fine mist rises wherever the sound waves reach.

As Dago's soul slowly awakened, Gugu immediately rushed into the gray sun, gradually shrinking its size, and "fluttered" down onto Dago's shoulder.

It's no longer the little guy that needs to be warmed in someone's palm, but it loves to cling to Dago even more.

"Coo coo".

A familiar voice rang in his ears. Dago turned his head to look at it and saw the Mist Raven staring motionlessly ahead with its red eyes, as if it were his most loyal guard.