Ancient Wizards: A Little Progress Every Day

Three hours later, Dago finally mastered the Wizarding Universal Meditation Technique to the Transformation Stage 9999.

He began meditating once again.

A hundred-meter-tall sphere of light floated in the boundless mental mist, below which lay a churning, pitch-black ocean.

Just like during the first meditation, countless incandescent points of light seeped out from Dago's soul body and merged into the sphere of light, like a platinum furnace suspended in space.

It then slowly descended toward the Black Sea until it stopped at a certain altitude. Every moment, the Platinum Forge emitted a warm energy that surged into every corner of the spiritual space in the form of light.

Dago could sense that the Black Sea, which lingered in the mental space of his mind, was like water being heated and boiled, beginning to "gurgle" and release steam, forming a thick layer of black mist.

The slowly spinning platinum furnace drew these dark clouds into itself, forming a massive vortex within the inky clouds.

As the blazing white energy and the pitch-black energy intertwined and influenced each other, they slowly turned gray, eventually transforming into a large amount of gray spiritual energy powder that merged into Dago's soul body during the rotation.

Meanwhile, inside the quiet dormitory.

As Dago sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, his robes were suddenly blown high into the air. An invisible and enormous force field appeared on his body, lifting him up and suspending him in the air.

The next second, Dago opened his eyes, and a gray-white halo slowly swirled around him.

In an instant, the entire room suddenly became quiet again.

Dago brought up his system panel, wanting to see the changes after the transformation of the meditation method.

However, he was slightly stunned after seeing the information on the panel.

All I could see was the "Wizard's Universal Meditation Technique" stuck at the Transformation level of 9999.

It suddenly transformed into "Dago's Gray Sun Meditation Method" (Extreme).

Dago read the skill names aloud.

After thinking for a moment, I landed back on the bed from the air, closed my eyes, and re-entered the mental space.

The gray sun hung in the vast black clouds, its light like crumpled tin foil, casting mottled, cold shadows on the dark ocean.

Dago’s soul opened its eyes from the center of the gray sun, its curled-up body stretched out, and the outline of its joints was still trembling slightly, as if it had just solidified from liquid time.

His soul gained a faint ability to perceive in the spiritual realm.

His gaze pierced through the gray sun, looking straight down at the dark abyss below. This was the first time he had seriously stared at this black sea in his mental space.

In my perception, this is despair itself, a despair that is older than time, a despair that is made of the sea.

The waves are like the hands of millions of drowning people; when they slap, they don't make the sound of water, but rather the muffled sound of all unanswered prayers being crushed.

Those waves never advance, but only surge and churn in place, etching "futileness" into the very marrow of every observer.

It has no fixed form, yet it can condense countless overlapping faces on the crest of the wave—the final expression of the drowning, the bewilderment of the abandoned, the emptiness of losing a loved one forever.

These faces change with the tides, but they always keep their pupil-less eyes open, staring at everything that tries to escape.

Its whispers are hidden in the sound of the tide; they are not language, but "cognitive pollution" that directly penetrates consciousness.

Let Dago's soul see the worst possible outcomes of all his choices, let the missed moments loop endlessly in his mind, and let "could have" grow into seaweed that entwines his heart.

The souls targeted by it will gradually forget the word "hope," and even forget that they once had expectations, and will eventually willingly drown in the sea, becoming part of its body.

"I almost drowned in this sea at the beginning, but luckily the system saved me. However, the system is also broken. The light orb of my remains has been protecting me. I'm so happy I could cry."

Dago withdrew his gaze, not daring to stare intently at the sea of ​​despair below. If he continued to look, he would be corrupted into a soul devoid of pure despair, and fall into it.

He absorbed the spiritual powder generated within the Gray Sun, constantly replenishing his soul. As the power of despair within the Gray Sun increased and gradually became unbalanced, he reluctantly returned to the real world.

In reality, Dago's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly before opening.

At this moment, Dago felt that his brain was thinking at an incredibly fast pace, and every second, it seemed that countless inspirations were colliding and bursting forth.

With the transformation of meditation, the quality of mental energy improved, becoming more vibrant, and even forming a mental energy field within a range of about one or two meters, allowing one to levitate and fly freely in the air.

It is foreseeable that the casting speed and the corresponding spell power will also be enhanced to some extent as a result.

With his current mental capacity, firing two inflammatory air bombs is no problem, and the duration and power of the Activated Ice Crystal Technique have also been greatly increased.

More importantly, he gained an incredibly clear and calm mind.

And a more powerful mana regeneration ability during battle, which is equivalent to constantly using low-level mental potions in battle.

Unfortunately, the low-level psychotropic drugs may no longer be effective on him.

Even so, Dago was still delighted.

These two effects greatly enhanced Dago's strength; the former significantly improved his reaction time and ability to handle battle situations.

The latter is also crucial, especially for someone like Dago who has mastered two arts to an extreme degree, as his demand for mental strength is exceptionally high.

However, after the transformation, the meditation on the gray sun absorbs mist and black clouds, which contain a large amount of despair. If it is overdone, something bad will probably happen. Although it has gotten rid of the restrictions of the soul affliction, it has come with something even more poisonous.

"My mental strength has almost reached the standard of a half-step formal wizard, so I can open Viser's box."

Dago felt his immense spiritual power and pondered quietly.

His next task was to open the box that the Helam wizard family had left for Viser and see what was inside.

However, my priority right now is to eat, so I need to go to the cafeteria first.

Dago straightened his robes, tidied his appearance, and got up to go out.

As the sun began to set, he walked slowly down the corridor beneath the dormitory building.

Occasionally, you can see young wizards in academy robes walking towards you on the road, all of them exuding innocence and naivety.

Dago shook his head, wondering how long this comfortable life could last. Even if Dago were to face Flax now, he would still be like a fish on a chopping board, completely at his mercy.

After finishing his meal in the academy's cafeteria, he planned to pay his respects to the academy's dean, since he also had the reward of being able to choose to become the dean's disciple.

Even if you don't intend to become his disciple and completely tie yourself to the academy, you should still go and meet the dean; it's basic courtesy.

The address of the academy dean was not a secret within the academy. Following the cobblestone path adorned with magic stone crystal lamps, Dago quickly arrived at a small villa area with a lake, which was the residential area for the academy's senior management.

There aren't many, maybe ten or so buildings built around the lake, mostly two-and-a-half-story brick and stone buildings, each with its own private courtyard.

The dean's villa is naturally located in the most scenic spot on the lake, the most beautiful villa, after all, his status as a formal wizard is evident.

Soon Dago arrived at the villa with the number 1 written on the small sign hanging at the door.

It's a small, gray-white house with a tiny garden, where a runic fountain sprays water across the lawn.

"Is the Dean in? This is Dago, the wizard of the academy."

Dago glanced inside and called out; most of the windows in the small house were lit.

Then he looked away and stood obediently at the door.

Not long after, an older, elegant woman opened the courtyard gate and welcomed him inside.

The elegant woman smiled at Dago and said, "I am the dean's wife. Dean Jodes is already waiting for you in the study. Just follow me."

Dargo's appearance is exceptionally handsome; he is a rare and exceptionally good-looking man in the wizarding world.

Naturally, this would attract the attention of the elegant woman. Dago nodded and gestured for the dean's wife to lead the way.

Led by the elegant woman, he soon arrived at a room on the third floor. During this time, he wondered if the old dean was capable of handling such a beautiful wife.

Dargo had met the Dean of the Academy at the handover ceremony of Rosalind's urn.

Dago pushed open the door and went inside, while the dean's wife gently closed the door behind him.

There was an old man with white hair and a white beard, engrossed in reading a wizarding book.

However, he did not sense the blazing spiritual field of the formal wizard Flax at all, which seemed to be because the Dean had suppressed his own spiritual field.

Hearing the noise, Dean Jodes reluctantly put down his book and looked at Dago.

"Dago, you're quite good. You're so young yet you have such strength. I admire you."

Dean Jodes's aged but very spirited voice rang out.

"Thank you for your kind words, Dean. I've just been a little more diligent than the other wizards."

"Dago, would you like to become my apprentice? You can't become a full-fledged wizard without a guide."