Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"Not enough, not enough."

"It still doesn't meet the standard for spiritual transcendence."

Dago has forgotten how many attempts he has made and how much pain he has endured.

Even the nine shadow clones of the Mist Raven, Gugu, have been destroyed, and its main body is also heavily damaged.

He summoned Gugu back to the center of the gray sun, where it tilted its head and fell into a deep sleep.

The difficulty of becoming a formal wizard is linked to the spiritual realm, as is the level of pain involved in the soul's ascension process.

Wizards with small spiritual spaces and ordinary soul aptitudes can naturally complete their soul sublimation by refining a small amount of silver mist during this stage.

Unlike Dago, he could no longer remember how many raging demons he had killed or how much silver mist he had refined.

However, the rate at which Gray Sun refines Silver Mist is much slower than its output rate, resulting in a deficit.

Dago looked at his soul's hands, which were dry and withered, with skin like dried orange peel stuck to his bones.

A tremendous sense of weakness and despair washed over me like a tidal wave.

His vision was blurred, and the pupils of his soul had long since become murky.

It seems one can already smell the decay of the soul.

The once abundant and full soul now resembles a faint candle flickering in the wind, trembling and ready to be extinguished at any moment.

"Will I be able to reach the other side?"

Dago thought to himself as he looked at the approaching rain of enraged ghosts beyond the gray sun.

Under the endless, suicidal attacks, the size of the gray sun has been reduced by more than half.

"Sink into the sea of ​​despair...become a chosen one..."

It was as if the sea of ​​despair itself was breathing and whispering in my ear.

But each word was swollen and bloated, with a viscous, vibrato at the end, as if squeezed out of a throat filled with pus.

It sounds like the rustling of rotting seaweed rubbing against rocks in the deep sea, mixed with the buzzing of millions of insects flapping their wings.

The sound was clearly right next to my ears, yet it felt as if it were crawling out from the depths of my consciousness, as if my soul was being slowly gnawed away by something sticky.

Dago's tone was indescribable, sometimes like bubbles bursting in the throat of a dying person, sometimes like rusty gears grinding together wet entrails.

Occasionally, a syllable that sounds like a human language would suddenly emerge, calling him to sink into the sea of ​​despair and embrace it.

What's most terrifying is the "presence" of the voice; it never urges or roars.

It's like a thin film stuck to the edge of consciousness, slowly seeping in.

Dago now stands on one end of the scales of fate, with one end sinking into the sea of ​​despair and becoming its chosen one.

On the other end, they refused to embrace the sea of ​​despair with their own will, and were then killed by endless raging demons.

"Do not go gentle into that good night; rebuke, rebuke the passing of the light."

The spirit of Dago murmured softly, its voice hoarse and deep.

Selectively ignoring the whispers of the Sea of ​​Despair, his trembling spirit continued to control the gray sun, transforming the silver mist into spiritual power that merged into himself.

Suddenly, the first star appeared from the depths of my soul; it was a light fainter than a firefly's.

Hanging on the surface of the spirit's skin, like a mark lightly touched by someone with their fingertips dipped in starlight.

Immediately afterwards, the star-like spots began to spread from the center of the heart.

Some travel along the meridians of the spirit, while others scatter like dandelion seeds, turning into half-open starlight when they land on the shoulder, and condensing into shimmering dust when they land on the hair.

Moments later, starlight filled every inch of his soul, elevating his soul.

"If you don't hope, you won't find anything beyond your expectations."

Dago's spirit murmured, his heart surging with emotion.

As the fifth wave of enraged demons descended upon the surface of Gray Sun, he finally completed his soul ascension.

At this moment, the soul's skin is a translucent grayish-white, and you can see the starlight flowing beneath it, like a galaxy sealed in ice.

His face had also changed; instead of pupils, his eyes were two swirling vortexes of mist, the left eye being silvery-white and the right eye being jet black.

It contains boundless power and the unknown, making it too terrifying to look directly at.

Her hair transformed into flowing ribbons of light, dancing wildly behind her head like plasma trails, each movement creating a burst of starlight.

His body was surrounded by silver-gray energy, like a woven "outer garment".

The veil, partially obscuring his body, added to his mystery and majesty.

His size is similar to that of a real person, but he gives people an immense sense of oppression.

It was as if he were the center of the spiritual space, and everything revolved around him.

His control over the mental space has reached a whole new level. Before, the mental core was like a placenta that nurtured the soul, but it was also a cage that confined him.

Now, he has reached the point where he can break free from his cage and become a free soul.

Continuing its absolute control over the interior of Gray Sun, this instinctive ability, emanating from the soul, spread throughout the entire spiritual space after the soul's sublimation.

Aside from the Sea of ​​Despair, it's like an outsider in Dago's spiritual space, who has forcibly occupied a piece of it and is living there.

After Dago, the "landlord," rose to prominence, it was only natural that it wouldn't pay rent.

Dago flew straight out of the gray sun, hovering above it, watching the furious demons falling from the sky like a torrential rain.

The dark vortex in his right eye spun wildly, stirring up the black clouds below the gray sun and causing them to shift and change.

It is not a natural gathering and dispersal, but rather a violent process that is manipulated.

With his eyes closed and a soft chuckle, he immediately harnessed the "Despairing Black Clouds" to block the gray sun, forming a protective umbrella.

The dark clouds hung extremely low, so low that you could see pale arms tangled within them, and distorted human faces...

It was a concrete manifestation of countless moments of despair, every face silently wailing, the tears welling up in their eyes not as tears, but as a thick, viscous emotion of despair.

As Dago stood beneath the clouds and raised his fingertips, the faces suddenly turned toward the enemy ranks, their empty eye sockets radiating a chilling aura.

As the raging horde of demons crashed straight into the dark cloud of despair, their arms began to tremble. The instant they made contact with the cloud, pale arms reached out from within and seized them firmly...

The distorted human faces mercilessly gnawed at their flesh, and wherever they went, the skin quickly lost its color, revealing red veins.

The raging flames in the eyes of the enraged demon reflected the image of its deepest fear.

Even the most enraged demons have moments of despair.

The desperate wails of countless enraged demons were compressed into the black clouds, turning into nourishment to further fuel the growth of the black clouds.

The ever-churning dark cloud of despair grew ever larger and more solid.

When the raging demons were completely wiped out, the dark cloud suddenly transformed into a black sphere, its surface covered with countless distorted faces.

Black tears streamed continuously from Dago's right eye, and a vortex of inky black mist was eroding his will.

He knew perfectly well that once he was completely consumed by this power, all his emotions would vanish, leaving only endless despair.

Dago gathered the dark clouds of despair into a sphere, which revolved around the gray sun.

Looking towards the silver sea on the horizon, the dark red veins had been suppressed within the silver sea and disappeared into its depths.

This meant that Dago had survived the crisis and became a full-fledged wizard.