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The Demon Hunter Jade Token remained burning hot in his arms, while a stream of icy information flowed into Ian's consciousness.

He gently stroked the jade pendant with his fingers, his brows furrowed.

"Leg hernia...a tumor of global distortion..."

The information revealed the truth at the deepest part of the den of iniquity.

That was not a simple monster's lair, but a "malignant scar" left in the world's underlying rules after the will of the abyss was banished.

A living, pulsating, and ever-growing spatial distortion.

It uses polluted earth veins as its blood vessels and is rooted in the origin of the world.

Each contraction spews out a massive amount of magical energy, enough to drive a formal wizard mad.

What's even more frightening is its ability to transform its environment.

Within its influence, rocks will turn into blood-stained stone, and water will decay...

Even the most basic physical and magical rules are distorted; gravity may be reversed, flames may cool, and healing spells may cause festering.

This is a deathly realm that continuously erodes everything and pollutes the spirit.

It's like a monster factory, not only constantly producing basic monsters, but its core danger lies in "abyssal assimilation".

It can drag captured powerful creatures into its core, twist and transform them, creating elite monsters that retain some of their original abilities but whose will is completely dominated.

The information specifically highlighted several known guardians, requiring extra caution.

Echoes of Law: These are fragments of abyssal laws that automatically emerge around the Earth's Gland, forming randomly triggered malignant spell fields.

It could be an indiscriminate spatial division, or it could be a multiplication of the soul's weight, or even a conceptual "forgetting".

Aberrant Symbiote: A being known as the "Cave Lich".

The most powerful lich was transformed from a level three archmage who failed in the early extermination efforts and was devoured by the Earth Gorgon.

Its body has fused with the vascular network of the hernia and can "grow" anywhere within the hernia.

It can be cast with near-zero damage, twisted into an abyss version of the sorcery of the deceased.

Its life-sustaining mechanism is the earth hernia itself; if the earth hernia is not destroyed, it can regenerate almost indefinitely.

The assigned operational objective was described as a high-precision "surgical operation".

The energy source needs to be isolated first, and then the disordered laws need to be analyzed and neutralized.

Ultimately, the "primal scab" formed from the "world's painful memories and the abyss pact" will be removed or sealed away.

Violent destruction could lead to the collapse of rules and widespread pollution.

The information flow came to an abrupt halt.

Ian slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, as if he could hear the heavy pounding of his own heart.

"Thump...thump..."

His heartbeat seemed to match the sound coming from the depths of the rift.

"The rules have become cancerous... the world's scars... the assimilation wizards..."

He recalled the Thousand-Eyed Soul-Stealing Demon he had encountered before, as well as the fragments of the [Abyss Soul Contract] absorbed by the panel.

It seems to have subtly touched upon the cruel and bizarre nature of this war.

This is no longer about clearing away monsters, but about performing surgery on a festering wound in the world itself.

These wizards are both scalpels and potential victims of wounds, capable of being devoured and transformed.

I thought of Murphy, I thought of the Crimson Court, I thought of Hector…

Faced with such a scale of distortion and pollution, personal grievances seem insignificant.

However, due to the extreme nature of this environment, it may be magnified infinitely.

"Gah..." The quack on his shoulder seemed to sense the heaviness in his heart and gently rubbed against his cheek.

Its heterochromatic eyes were filled with worry. "Ian, things down there... are not good."

"I know," Ian said in a low voice, his eyes refocusing and becoming sharp and cold.

The danger was far greater than expected.

But the messages mentioned at the end that there might be "fragments of abyssal law crystals" and "world scabs" remaining after the destruction of the Earth Gland...

Can it be corroborated by the purified [Abyss Soul Contract (Fragment)] knowledge in his panel?

A crisis may also present an opportunity to glimpse a deeper truth.

He pulled his hood tighter, suppressing the last vestiges of emotion, and turned to join the stream of wizards making their final preparations.

Before dawn, the purification light curtain of the circular fortress suddenly went out for three breaths.

There was no warning, no countdown.

Eight figures, as deep and boundless as the ocean, were the first to transform into streams of light, like eight sharp swords piercing the chasm of the abyss.

Immediately afterwards, more than a thousand wizards of level one and above followed like a flood breaking through a dam.

Ian leaped into the crevice with the flow of people.

In an instant, the world changed.

Thick, almost tangible demonic energy rushed towards me and entered my nasal cavity.

The sound of wind was no longer in my ears, but countless overlapping whispers—temptations, threats, and fragments of meaningless babbling…

All of it was mixed in with the heavy heartbeat.

"Thump...thump..."

As soon as Ian landed, he felt a lightness in his body, as if he were about to float away.

But the next second, the direction of gravity suddenly reversed, and the person "fell" towards the rock wall on the left.

"Echoes of the Laws!"

Alarm bells rang in his mind, and the enhanced [Crystal Energy Barrier] was instantly activated, forming a three-layered shield around his body with a pale silver light film.

This is just the most basic distortion of the rules; what if it were "the weight of the soul multiplying" or "conceptual amnesia"?

He dared not think about it further.

Looking around, the more than a thousand wizards who had entered had already dispersed.

In the labyrinthine cavern, the passageways are intricate and complex, and the rock walls are covered with dark red vein patterns, resembling the internal organs of some enormous creature.

The concentration of demonic energy in the air was extremely high, and even with the [Soul Devouring] property filtering it out, Ian still felt a faint stinging sensation in his mental sea.

"Gah, there's a faint energy reaction to the left front, like... a person."

A voice, honking and alert, echoed in my mind.

Ian did not respond, but simply adjusted the distribution of the crystal cones to the optimal state.

Six were patrolling in front, three were on guard behind, and the remaining three were ready to replenish the shield at any time.

He chose a narrow passage where no one ever went.

Traveling alone, though dangerous, is more liberating.

Especially in this environment, he doesn't want anyone to see his hand.

Whether it's the [Soul Devouring] trait or the existence of the panel.

The passage leads deeper and deeper.

The vein patterns on the rock face gradually changed from dark red to purplish-black, and the pulsation frequency became faster and faster.

The ground was covered with a layer of slime, and stepping on it made a "plop" sound, as if stepping on rotting flesh.

Occasionally, dark purple pus seeps from the rock wall, dripping onto the ground and corroding small pits that emit black smoke.

Ian moved cautiously, his mental energy spreading out silently like a spider web.

The [Soul Devouring] trait makes him exceptionally sensitive to energy flow. He can "smell" the polluted energy permeating the air and "hear" the painful groans emitted when the earth's veins are forcibly drained.

This is a hernia... a wound to the world.

It takes root in the earth's ley lines, absorbing the world's nutrients like a parasite, transforming them into abyssal demonic energy, and giving birth to twisted monsters.

"Two hundred meters ahead, there are three signs of life... no, signs of contamination," Gaga transmitted again.

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