Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

"boom!"

An invisible yet immense spiritual energy field erupted from the courtyard, spreading outwards and whipping up the snow on the ground, sending it swirling into the sky.

The old man at the wizard inn was so frightened that he ran to the courtyard in a panic to check.

In that instant, the old man seemed to see a gray "sun" slowly rising from the courtyard, its light dazzling and blinding.

Dago’s figure blurred in the sun, as if he were wrapped in a cocoon of light that was constantly expanding.

It was formed from pure spiritual energy.

As the cocoon of light expands to its maximum, it suddenly contracts inward, preparing to burst open...

Dago opened his eyes, and the spiritual power emanating from them shone as brightly as a light bulb.

He raised one hand and pressed down, suppressing the explosive momentum of his aura.

Suddenly, an eerie silence fell over the world; the wind stopped, and the leaves fell.

It was as if the whole world was holding its breath in anticipation.

Until the cocoon of light faded away with the wind, everything returned to peace.

His method of undergoing tribulation is considered illegal, and if he makes too much of a fuss, those with ulterior motives might target him.

At this moment, Dago is no longer a "human," but a bridge between the real world and the spirit world.

He stood there, needing neither words nor actions, yet his aura was like an invisible imperial authority, causing all things to bow down.

The hotel owner stared at Dago in disbelief, too astonished to utter a single word.

Dago greeted the old man with a smile and said, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Having lived to this age, the old man naturally has a very keen eye.

He quickly waved his hand and said it was okay, letting Dago do whatever he wanted, since there weren't many people in the hotel anyway.

After exchanging pleasantries, Dago returned to his room to check on his current condition.

He stood in front of the half-length mirror in the room, examining the changes in his appearance.

First, his figure became more upright and handsome; after his soul was sublimated, his body was changed from the inside out.

Her skin glowed with a soft, pearly sheen, every inch of it smooth and flawless.

Even the traces of pores seem to have been carefully erased, leaving only the warm and smooth texture of jade.

The strangest thing is his interaction with his surroundings. Dust falling on his shoulders would dissipate on its own before it made contact, as if it were pushed away by an invisible force field.

His eyes were like a clear, deep pool, their blue depths revealing purity and profundity.

His black hair had grown to his shoulders, but unfortunately, there was no one left to cut it for him.

This transformation from the inside out greatly extended his lifespan, assuming the average lifespan in the world is 60 years.

Then Dago's lifespan can reach between 180 and 240 years.

At his current age of eighteen, he can probably survive for another hundred or eighty years.

The form of mental energy in the mind has changed again, and its essence has been further purified.

Both in terms of quantity and quality, it is more than ten times stronger than the previous half-step formal wizard stage.

Looking at the apprentice level from the perspective of a formal wizard, one finds them indeed pitifully weak.

This applies even to those at the half-step formal wizard stage.

The main reason is that formal wizards can already cast spells without incantations, which is a complete game-changer.

Not to mention the added spell effects from the Soul Seal.

Formal wizards have already reached the level of combat power that governs the wizarding world, and are an important part of maintaining the rule of the Wizarding Alliance.

In other words, Dargo is now on par with figures like Dean Jodes. Although there may be a significant difference in strength, they are roughly equal in status.

Dean Jodes is already quite old, while Dago is only a few years old; both are highly sought-after figures in the Wizarding Alliance.

However, Dagger didn't dare to bluff too much; without becoming a fully-fledged genius, he was still just a genius.

Therefore, he had to suppress the news of his promotion to avoid giving Dean Jodes any leverage.

For a powerful figure like Jodes, there are countless ways to make Dargo disappear.

As for Dargo's long-cherished dream of flying, that depends on the strength of his mental energy field.

His current maximum flight height is about fifteen meters, which is roughly the height of a five or six-story building in his previous life.

The effect of the mental force field has completely replaced the mental vision. Within the range of the force field, he can summon the energy particles he needs.

It can also suppress energy particles that he doesn't need, belonging to an alternative "spiritual realm".

With the enhancement of their mental field, formal wizards can undoubtedly cast spells much faster.

It can even grant direct immunity to some low-level spells, as these spells are directly suppressed by his mental field.

Therefore, it is extremely difficult to kill a formal wizard who is of a higher rank, as they can not only fly, but also have their own protective shield.

Looking back now, I realize how dangerous it was to encounter Flax of the Darkblood Council during the Blood Pool quest.

Without the support of two masters of the highest level, even ten of them would be nothing more than food for the enemy.

The feeling of facing a life-or-death decision and being at the mercy of others is truly unbearable.

"I don't want to hear the echoes of despair anymore, the mockery of fate."

Dago pursed his lips, and his hands under his robes slowly clenched into fists.

He relaxed his gaze after a moment, and the turmoil in his eyes subsided.

In the upcoming game of fate, he will have more choices and more initiative.

Dago sat on the bed and began to meditate, his consciousness returning to his mental space.

It remains the same as always, with a sun sandwiched between two seas.

Gugu had woken up and flew wearily onto Dago's soul's shoulder, its little head drooping.

It conveys the message: "Without its owner around, Gugu dares not steal the spiritual energy produced by Gray Sun."

Dago then used his left hand to grab a handful of gray powder from around him and fed it to Gugu.

It ate it and its spirits returned considerably.

Dago gently stroked Gugu's little head with his fingers, as a reward for its loyalty.

The Silver Sea is currently quiet, and its own Gray Sun is gradually regaining its size.

The gray sun was drawing in large amounts of silver mist and converting it into spiritual energy to strengthen itself.

As for the changes in the ice hockey puck, it still doesn't seem to be very obedient.

He moved it to a plane parallel to the gray sun, and had it rotate around the gray sun to train his control over the ink ice ball.

This also makes the mental space more aesthetically pleasing.

Next, he let the mental space operate on its own, and Dago withdrew to take a shower and go to sleep.

...........

The next morning, Dago tidied his appearance in front of a half-length mirror and tied his loose black hair with a rope.

He gathered his boundless spiritual energy field and turned away from the half-length mirror.

Stepping out of the room and downstairs into the courtyard, I was once again greeted by the warm winter sunshine this morning.

Dago squinted at the sun in the sky and gazed at it quietly for a while before looking away.

He saw the hotel owner standing in front of him, looking cautious, reserved, respectful, and polite.

"Good morning, Lord D'Ago."

The old man changed how he addressed Dage, a fleeting look of amazement and disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"You're too kind. Just call me Dago Kid, I won't mind."

Dago spoke warmly to the old man, saying that he really disliked these hierarchical titles.

He then left the wizard's inn and went to the bar on the second floor of the wizard's hall.

At this moment, the bar was still filled with many drunkards from the previous night's drinking, as well as a few wizards like him who had come to gather information.

Dargo ordered a cup of hot milk at the bar and sipped it slowly.

He released a very faint spiritual energy field, eavesdropping on the conversation between two wandering wizards, one tall and one thin, not far away.

"Sigh, Gao Lao, the academy has been releasing far fewer missions lately, making it harder for us wandering wizards to survive."

"Blood Council members in black robes ran away too fast."

"Yeah, it's going too fast. Maybe we should take this opportunity to slip out of town quickly."

"What are you doing, running away? Do you think this kind of great opportunity comes around often? Do we even want to stay in the wizarding world?"

"I have a feeling that the Darkblood Council is up to something. If you want to stay, then stay. I've already booked my airship ticket for this morning."

"Tch, you skinny coward, get lost. Before you leave, pay for my drinks first."

Then the two tall, thin wandering wizards raised their glasses, laughing as they drank the bitter farewell wine.