"This..."
Dago felt the upheaval in his Mental Space, and his pupils suddenly contracted as his entire body froze in place.
The eleventh Soul Crystal.
He had actually condensed an eleventh Soul Crystal within his sea of consciousness!
According to the iron law of the Wizarding World, the limit for a Formal Tier wizard was ten Soul Crystals.
To reach that number required not only extraordinary talent, but also the almost cruel excavation of one's soul potential. Only by entering the so-called Wizarding Forbidden Zone could one glimpse its mysteries.
Yet at this moment, he had not only reached the peak of that forbidden zone, but had even taken a steady, earth-shattering step forward beyond that impassable chasm!
"This is simply unbelievable..."
Dago's throat moved as he could not help murmuring softly.
The feeling at this moment was remarkably similar to the ethereal yet fulfilling sensation he had experienced when he settled his former self's lingering obsession on the East Coast and achieved perfect fusion with his soul.
He was beginning to understand what kind of doorway the Spiritheart Amber inheritance could open for him.
"Through the reincarnation of dreams, experiencing completely different lives to expand the practitioner's soul limit... is that it?"
In that dream called "reincarnation," he had truly lived through a full seventy-two years.
When he opened his eyes, the hardships, insights, and trials of those long years seemed like another "self" from a parallel time and space, crossing the void and merging into his true self.
In essence, this qualitative transformation was identical to his fusion with the remnant soul of his former self, "Dago."
Wizards had never ceased their exploration of the soul, yet they had never reached a consensus regarding its ultimate composition.
And now, Dago seemed to have touched fragments of truth within