For a Second-Ring Wizard to advance to the Third Circle, once their soul power met the standard, the difficulty was actually not as great as advancing from the First Circle to the Second Circle.
Dago did not need to prepare much. He had always carried the few necessary breakthrough materials with him.
With a casual point of his finger, Yitai shot swiftly toward the window. The flowing metal covered the cabin's only window, completely blocking out all light.
Darkness fell.
It was a pure, reassuring darkness.
It was as though he had returned to the womb, yet also as though he had sunk into an abyss.
Absolute isolation meant absolute safety.
Within this cramped space, only the sound of breathing and the echo of pumping blood remained.
Having done all this, Dago closed his eyes.
His consciousness sank instantly.
The surrounding clamor faded away, leaving only the brilliant Grey Sun within his Mental Space.
Within the Grey Sun, three pale-gold Soul Crystals trembled faintly, shedding specks of crystalline radiance that slowly gathered in one place under the guidance of his Soul Body.
The three Soul Crystals were like stars about to collide.
They repelled one another, yet attracted one another as well.
Every tremor stirred up raging waves within his Mental Space.
This was destruction, and also rebirth.
He was reshaping himself, forging his scattered spiritual power into a single core.
Outside the cabin, Claire faithfully carried out his duty of guarding Dago.
The air within the Fairy Ancient City was thick with an ancient magic power that made one restless.
Claire stood motionless upon the dim moss-covered ground like a weathered statue.
"Whew—"
A figure suddenly flew overhead. Claire's body tensed slightly as he looked up and met the gaze of a Third-Ring Wizard hurrying past.
It was the