Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Deep inside the cave, Ian leaned against the cold rock wall and slowly sat down.

The battle with Murphy nearly drained him of all his strength.

The stinging pain from the depletion of one's spiritual wellspring is more unbearable than physical wounds.

He adjusted his state slightly, had Gaga keep watch over the surroundings, and then closed his eyes to concentrate and immerse his consciousness in his mind.

The wisp of gray light that entered my brow when the altar collapsed is now quietly hovering beside the panel.

[Same-origin rule information detected... Integrating...]

On the pale blue screen, data streams flowed like a waterfall.

The Abyss Soul Contract, which was originally marked as "extremely damaged," now has a slightly glowing inscription, with lines of deciphered text appearing below it.

Ian held his breath and focused intently on "reading".

The information was fragmented, but when pieced together, it outlined a truth that made his heart race.

That altar was not the main passage for the invasion of the abyss, but a "simplified" anchor point for a cross-world contract.

Its principle is to use the polluted energy emitted by the earth's herniation as "fuel" to send specific contractual fluctuations into the endless void.

Any life form that senses this fluctuation and possesses a certain level of intelligence and spiritual strength can establish a connection through the altar and sign an "equal resource exchange contract".

The contract is evidenced by the soul imprints of both parties and is protected by the rules of the deepest abyss.

However, the abyss rules here have been purified and filtered by the panel, removing all elements of pollution and forced enslavement.

"In other words..." Ian opened his eyes, his gaze gleaming with silver light.

"Can I build such an altar myself, 'shout' to countless worlds, and make deals with life in other worlds?"

His breathing became slightly rapid.

What does this mean?

While the wizarding world is rich in resources, it is always limited.

And in the endless void, how many worlds have given birth to unique materials, knowledge, and even rules?

If a stable contractual channel can be established, he will gain more than just resources.

It's more about broadening horizons, seizing opportunities, and even gaining a level of understanding that transcends the current global level!

The presence of the panel ensures the security of the contract.

It acts like an absolute firewall, filtering out any hidden contamination, curses, or soul traps within the contract.

"This is... the real treasure."

Ian suppressed his excitement and forced himself to calm down.

According to the information, his current strength is not enough to build an altar, but he can make some preparations first.

He looked at the ruins of the altar.

Amidst the collapsed obsidian and bones, some dark red fragments of stone are faintly visible, with subtle twisted patterns remaining on their surfaces.

Those were the remaining "Abyss Rune Stones" after the altar runes collapsed.

Although the energy has almost dissipated, as materials that once carried the contract channel, they themselves have certain spatial properties and the ability to bear rules.

"Take them all; we might need them someday."

Ian got up and carefully searched through the ruins.

Gaga perched on my shoulder, its little eyes scanning the cave entrance warily, occasionally nuzzling Ian's cheek with its head.

"Ian, are you still in pain?"

"Much better." Ian touched the charred wounds on its wing. "How about you?"

"Gah, just a minor injury!" Gah puffed out his chest, but then immediately grimaced.

"It's just that the feathers are burned off, so it looks a bit ugly..."

Ian chuckled, took out a small jar of pale green ointment from his dimensional bag, and gently applied it to its wound.

"I'll go back and find you some medicine that can promote feather growth."

"Really? I want the sparkly kind."

"Okay, it's sparkly."

Ian collected a dozen or so relatively intact runestones and carefully put them away.

These stones feel cold to the touch, and have a subtle, almost magnetic pull on one's spirit.

He took one last look at the ruins, then turned and left.

He became even more cautious on the road ahead.

The rules of the hernia maze are becoming more and more distorted. Sometimes gravity suddenly increases several times, and sometimes the space is compressed like folds, requiring people to force their way through.

The demonic energy in the air was so thick it was almost liquid. Even with the [Spirit Devouring] technique absorbing and transforming it, Ian still felt a continuous sense of pressure coming from his mental sea.

"We can't go any deeper," he concluded.

"We must go up, closer to the outer edge of the core battlefield. There are more wizard teams there, so it's relatively safe."

He changed direction and went up along the channel in the rock wall where the blood vessels were lighter in color and pulsating more slowly.

He encountered several more waves of monsters along the way, but they were all scattered rockhounds or shadow slime, which he quickly dealt with.

The commotion attracted more onlookers, and occasionally, glimpses of unusual movements could be seen flashing by in the shadows.

"Is someone following me?" Ian's eyes were icy.

After walking for about half an hour, faint energy fluctuations and the roar of witchcraft erupting could be heard from the passage ahead.

Ian's spirits lifted, and he quickened his pace.

After turning a corner, the view suddenly opened up before me.

Inside a natural cave nearly 100 meters in diameter, five or six Shadowmoon Tower wizards dressed in dark blue wizard robes are forming an array to fight against three "Blood-Weeping Giants".

These giants are about five meters tall, and their bodies are made of dark red crystalline rock, with a pulsating purplish-black core embedded in their chests.

With each step, the ground trembled.

The leader was a witch, wearing a dark blue robe embroidered with silver star and moon patterns, and holding a staff inlaid with sapphires.

Her face was aloof, and the liquefied spiritual energy flowing around her was like the moonlight tide, vast and pure.

"Alivia... and Etherine." Ian recognized the two.

Back in Nightfall, it was Malena who crushed the rune to summon this liquefying wizard and erase the tracking mark left by Douglas.

He had only met Etherine once, and he heard that she and Malena didn't get along.

At this moment, Alyvia is calmly giving instructions.

"Aiselin, freeze the left side; Karl, use lightning net interference on the right; everyone else, focus fire on the chest core!"

The magical light intertwined, and frost, lightning, and energy rays bombarded the stone giant, but the dark red crystals were exceptionally hard, leaving only shallow cracks on the surface.

A stone giant roared, slamming its arms into the ground, and countless sharp stone spikes shot out from the ground!

"Retreat!" Elivia's staff paused, and a moonlight barrier rose up to block the stone spikes.

However, the barrier also vibrated violently and clearly could not hold for long.

"This is a good opportunity to make contact."

Without hesitation, Ian burst out of the shadows.

Twelve floating crystal cones led the way, like a swarm of silver bees piercing the knee joint of the foremost stone giant.

Puff puff!

The crystal cone hits precisely, and the ordered energy attached by the [Soul Devouring] trait has an additional penetrating effect on crystal armor.

The stone giant's knees cracked, his body swayed, and he half-knelt on the ground.

"Who goes there?!" A young male wizard in the Shadowmoon Squad looked at Ian warily.

Alyvia's eyes flickered slightly as her gaze fell upon the Shadowmoon Apprentice badge beneath Ian's tattered robes.

Although it is old, the patterns are still clear.

"Ian?" Her voice held a hint of surprise.

"It's me, Wizard Elivia." Ian nodded, his hands still moving.

With his left hand, he unleashed the Frost Ray, a pale purple beam that struck the core of another stone giant's chest.

The alternating extreme cold and heat caused the purplish-black core surface to crack rapidly.

"Go along with him!" Ellie Adam decided immediately.

The squad of wizards immediately turned their attacks on the wounded stone giant.

Several lightning arrows, ice spears, and energy blades bombarded the core crack.

Boom!

The core exploded, and the stone giant howled as it crumbled into a pile of rubble.

The remaining two stone giants faced increased pressure and were quickly destroyed under concentrated fire.

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