“Boom!”
An invisible yet immense spiritual energy field erupted from the courtyard, spreading outwards and kicking up the accumulated snow on the ground into the air.
The old man from the Wizard Inn, startled, rushed to the courtyard to check.
In an instant, the old man seemed to see a grey “sun” slowly rising from the courtyard, its light dazzling and blinding.
Dago’s figure became blurred within the sun, as if enveloped by a constantly expanding cocoon of light.
That was purely condensed spiritual energy.
When the cocoon of light expanded to its limit, it suddenly contracted inwards, preparing to burst open…
Dago opened his eyes, and the spiritual energy seeping from them shone like light bulbs.
He simply raised one hand and pressed it downwards, suppressing the explosive momentum that was about to erupt around him.
The world suddenly fell into an eerie silence; the wind stopped, and the leaves fell.
It was as if the entire world was holding its breath, waiting.
Until the light cocoon dissipated with the wind, and everything returned to tranquility.
His method was a form of irregular tribulation, and if the commotion was too great, he feared that interested parties would come after him.
At this moment, Dago was no longer a “person” but a bridge between reality and the spiritual realm.
He stood there, needing no words, no actions, yet that aura was like the invisible authority of an emperor, making all things bow before him.
The inn’s old man stared at Dago, dumbfounded and unable to utter a single word in his astonishment.
Dago smiled and greeted the old man, saying, “I’m sorry, did I disturb you?”
Having lived to his age, the old man naturally had a keen eye.
He quickly waved his hand, saying it was fine, and told Dago to do as he pleased, as there weren’t many people in the inn anyway.
After some small talk, Dago returned to his room to check his current state.
He stood before the half-length mirror in his room, examining the changes in his appearance.
First, his physique was more upright and handsome; after the soul’s sublimation, his body had changed from the inside out.
His skin glowed with a soft, mother-of-pearl luster, every inch of his muscle smooth and flawless.
Even the traces of his pores seemed to have been meticulously erased, leaving only the warm, jade-like texture.
The most peculiar thing was his interaction with his surroundings: dust falling on his shoulders would dissipate on its own before contact, as if pushed away by an invisible force field.
His eyes were like clear, bottomless dark pools, a pure and profound deep blue.
His black hair had grown long again, reaching his shoulders, but unfortunately, there was no one left to cut it for him.
This internal and external change greatly extended his lifespan; if the average lifespan in this world was 60 years.
Then Dago’s lifespan could reach between 180 and 240 years.
At his current age of eighteen, he could still 'lie low' for another one hundred eighty years.
The form of his mental energy in his mind had changed again, its essence further purified.
Both in total quantity and quality, it was more than ten times stronger than in his previous Half-step Formal Witches stage.
Looking at the Apprentice level from the height of a Formal Wizard, he realized how pitifully weak it truly was.
Even the Half-step Formal Witches stage was the same.
The main reason was that a Formal Wizard could cast spells without incantations, which was a complete dimensionality reduction attack.
Not to mention the spell effects enhanced by the Soul Imprint.
A Formal Wizard had already touched upon the rule-level combat power of the Wizarding World and was an important part of maintaining the Wizard Alliance’s rule.
This meant that Dago could now be on equal footing with figures like Dean Jodes, and while there might be a significant gap in strength, their statuses were comparable.
And Dean Jodes was already how old, while Dago was only how old? In the Wizard Alliance, he would be a sought-after talent.
However, Dago did not dare to be too ostentatious; a genius who had not yet grown was still just a genius.
Therefore, he had to suppress the commotion of his advancement to avoid being caught by Dean Jodes.
For an overlord like Jodes, he could have countless ways to make Dago disappear.
As for Dago’s long-desired aerial flight, it depended on the strength of his spiritual energy field.
His current maximum flight altitude was about fifteen meters, roughly the height of a five or six-story building in his previous life.
The function of the spiritual energy field had completely replaced spiritual vision; within the field’s range, he could not only summon the energy particles he needed.
He could also suppress the energy particles he didn’t need, belonging to an alternative “Spiritual Domain.”
With the enhancement of the spiritual energy field, a Formal Wizard’s casting speed would undoubtedly increase significantly.
They could even directly immune some low-level spells, as these spells would be directly suppressed by his spiritual energy field.
Therefore, it was extremely difficult to kill a Formal Wizard across ranks; they could not only fly but also came with their own protective shield.
Now, recalling how perilous it was to encounter Flax of the Dark Blood Council during the blood pool mission.
If not for the enhancement of the two The Pinnacle of Art, ten of him would have just been delivering food.
That feeling of facing a choice of death, of being toyed with by others, was truly unpleasant.
“I don’t want to hear the echoes of despair and the mockery of fate again.”
Dago pursed his lips, his hands under his robe slowly clenching into fists.
A moment later, he relaxed them, and the ripples in his eyes calmed down.
In the upcoming game of fate, he would have more choices and initiative.
Dago sat on the bed and began to meditate, his consciousness returning to his Spiritual Space.
It was still the same, two seas sandwiching a sun.
Gugu had already woken up, flying tiredly onto Dago’s soul body’s shoulder, its small head drooping.
It conveyed: “Without Master here, Gugu dared not secretly eat the spiritual energy produced by the Grey Sun.”
Dago immediately grabbed a large handful of grey powder around him with his left hand and fed it to Gugu.
It ate it, and its spirits recovered quite a bit.
Dago gently stroked Gugu’s small head with his finger, showing his reward for its loyalty.
The Silver Sea was very quiet at the moment, and his Grey Sun was also gradually beginning to recover its volume.
He controlled the Grey Sun to extract large amounts of silver mist, converting it into spiritual energy to strengthen itself.
As for the changes in the Ink Ice Ball, it was still somewhat disobedient.
He moved it to a plane parallel to the Grey Sun, making it revolve around the Grey Sun, training his control over the Ink Ice Ball.
This also made the Spiritual Space much more aesthetically pleasing.
Next, with the Spiritual Space operating on its own, Dago withdrew, showered, and went to sleep.
..........
The next morning, Dago tidied his appearance in front of the half-length mirror, tying his loose black hair with a hemp rope.
He reined in the abyssal, sea-like spiritual energy field around him and turned away from the half-length mirror.
He walked out of the room and downstairs to the courtyard; this morning, he once again saw the warm winter sunlight.
Dago squinted, quietly looking at the sun in the sky for a while, then withdrew his gaze.
He saw the inn’s old man standing cautiously, respectfully, and politely before him.
“Good morning, Lord Dago.”
The old man changed his address for Dago, a fleeting moment of admiration and trance flashing in his eyes.
“You’re too polite, just call me young Dago, I don’t mind.”
Dago said kindly to the old man; he really didn’t like these clearly hierarchical titles.
Then he walked out of the Wizard Inn and went to the bar on the second floor of the Wizard Hall.
At this moment, many drunkards who had been out late were still lying in the bar, as well as a few Witches like him who had come to gather information.
He ordered a cup of hot milk at the bar, and Dago picked it up, sipping it little by little.
He released a faint spiritual energy field, eavesdropping on the conversation between two tall and thin wandering Witches nearby.
“Alas, Tall Guy, the academy has released far fewer missions recently, making it harder for us wandering Witches to get by.”
“Blame those black-robed members of the Dark Blood Council for running too fast.”
“Yeah, they ran a bit too unreasonably fast. How about we take this opportunity to quickly slip out of Town?”
“Slip out? Do you think such a great opportunity comes often? Do we still want to make a living in the Wizarding World?”
“I just have a feeling the Dark Blood Council is brewing something big. If you want to stay, stay by yourself. I’ve already booked my airship ticket for this morning.”
“Tsk, you timid Skinny Guy, hurry up and get out. But before you go, help me pay for this round of drinks, okay?”
Then the tall and thin wandering Witches raised their glasses, laughing as they drank this bitter farewell wine.
