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Ian fell onto the wasteland and rolled several times before stopping.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily, his lungs burning with pain.

Gaga lay sprawled to the side, its feathers covered in dust, its little belly heaving violently.

A few seconds later, Ian struggled to sit up and looked back.

The entrance to the underground palace is no longer there.

All that remained was a pile of collapsed rubble and a slowly rotating, gradually shrinking void vortex.

The vortex flickered one last time and then disappeared with a "poof".

All that remained was barren rocks and dust.

The slumbering dungeon, completely detached from the wizarding world, drifted into the unknown void.

Ian let out a long sigh.

He touched his pocket; both jade boxes were still there.

The sapling was unharmed, with five fruits forming a circle, their tendrils reaching out to hold each other together.

"Finally... out."

He lay back down on the ground, looking at the gray sky, and for the first time felt that this desolate sky was actually quite pleasing to the eye.

Gaga moved closer and rubbed its head against his face.

"Next time... don't be so crazy..."

Ian smiled but didn't say anything.

He closed his eyes, sensing the silver crystal in his mental sea, feeling the expanding mental sea and the increasing number of pale golden light spots.

Secondary crystallization is really not far away.

Moreover, he also brought out an entire timid alchemical tree and five living "physical metamorphosis" primordia.

This is a huge profit.

In the distance, at the edge of the wasteland, the faint hum of a wizard's airship could be heard.

It must be Shadowmoon Tower, or some other faction, coming to pick them up.

Ian sat up and dusted himself off.

"Let's go, haha, it's time to go back."

"Going back for a big meal?"

"Yes, let's have a big meal."

The man and the crow didn't go to the airship; instead, they hurried back to the tower alone.

Behind them, the collapsed ruins gradually receded into the distance, eventually disappearing from sight.

But Ian knew that the real trouble might have just begun.

Phoenix and Blood Butcher died in the Crimson Court, and Samael and the entire Cursed Undead squad died in the Wither Council.

Someone will eventually settle this score.

However, that's all for the future.

Now, all he wants is to go back and get a good night's sleep.

Then, they began to build the altar and study the crystallization of the [Phase Soul Weaving Technique].

Another world, double the time, double the growth...

Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it.

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The entrance to the collapsed underground palace.

Above the ruins at the entrance to the underground palace, three enormous wizard airships hovered.

The airship of Shadowmoon Tower is entirely silver-gray, with crescent moon and star emblems branded on its hull, gleaming faintly in the dim light.

The Crimson Royal Court's airship resembled a crouching behemoth, its dark red metal hull etched with burning crowns and twisted crimson runes, exuding a strong stench of blood.

The airship of the Withered Council was the most sinister. Its gray-black wooden hull was shrouded in a thin layer of deathly aura, and several strings of dried white bone skulls hung from the bow, with eerie green flames flickering in their empty eye sockets.

The three airships faced each other in a triangle, several hundred meters apart.

Wizards boarded the three airships one after another.

They were all survivors who had escaped from the underground palace, and they were all in a sorry state, with wounds all over their bodies and pale faces.

The number of people... is pitifully small.

On Shadowmoon's side, including Hogan and Catherine, a total of twelve people came out. "Crystal" Baal died in the dungeon.

Six Crimson emerged, and six Wither emerged as well. Most of these people happened to have not gone to the core dungeon.

Some wizards from smaller factions fared even worse, numbering less than five in total.

When the underground palace opened a hundred years ago, each of the three major forces sent at least twenty people in, and the smaller forces sent about ten people in total.

Now... there are less than thirty left.

This is a first-level wizard, not an apprentice.

Shadow Moon Airship - Command Pod

Hogan and Catherine stood pale-faced before an elderly man with white hair.

The old man was wearing a silver-gray robe with intricate star trail patterns embroidered along the edges.

His face was deeply wrinkled, but his eyes were as bright as two stars, and there seemed to be a galaxy swirling in the depths of his pupils.

Callum, a Level 2 Crystallization Wizard, nicknamed "Star Trail".

"You mean..." Callum's voice was calm, each word uttered slowly.

"Ian Marcus, single-handedly killed Blood Butcher of the Crimson Court, as well as Samael of the Wither Council and the entire Cursed Undead Squad?"

Hogan's throat bobbed, and he nodded with difficulty.

"And...and also, he directly injured...that monster deep inside the dungeon."

Catherine's voice was ethereal as she added:

"And the crystallized threads... I saw it with my own eyes; he used the crystallized threads to kill a liquefied wizard in one strike!"

The command center was deathly silent.

The expressions of several deacons and elders of Shadowmoon changed.

Crystallized wire?

That's a skill a wizard who's only recently been promoted could possess!

Callum's eyes flickered.

He walked to the porthole, looked at the crimson and withered airships of the Council in the distance, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Interesting, well done."

Ian didn't board the ship to return to the tower with everyone; he must have had his own reasons.

"Based on the strength he has displayed, even a crystallization wizard might not be able to..."

Debris flew everywhere.

In the center of the hall stood a bald, muscular man, two meters tall, whose body was covered in dark red scales.

He had a hideous scar on his forehead, running from his left brow bone to the corner of his right mouth, like a centipede crawling on his face.

Crimson Court Level Two Crystallized Wizard: [Blood Blade] Bazar.

"Phoenix...is dead?"

His voice was like two rusty metals rubbing together—harsh and cold.

Kneeling below were six first-level wizards, covered in wounds; they were the survivors who had escaped from the underground palace.

One of the witches raised her head, trembling, her face still showing fear.

"Yes...yes, Lord Bazar...Lord Phoenix was dragged into the cocoon by that thing...and there wasn't even a trace of his remains..."

"Where's Blood Butcher?"

"Lord Blood Butcher... was killed by Ian Marcus..."

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Another wizard gritted his teeth and said, "It must be that terrifying black sphere..."

Bazar's eyes gradually turned red.

That wasn't the red of anger, but a genuine bloodlust emanating from the depths of his pupils, like two burning blood lanterns.

"Ian Marcus..."

He repeated the name, each word as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

"A first-level wizard...killed the Blood Butcher Squad...and even wounded that monster head-on?"

"Yes...yes..." the witch's voice trailed off.

"The methods he used were unlike anything we'd ever seen before... purple beams of light, a mix of ice and fire... and those black spheres that devoured everything..."

Bazar remained silent for a moment.

Only heavy breathing and the stench of blood filled the hall.

A few seconds later, he spoke slowly, his voice eerily calm.

"Notify the Royal Court headquarters."

"A prodigy has emerged from the Shadowmoon Tower."

"This is... invincible under crystallization, hehe."

Bazar turned around and looked in the direction of the Shadowmoon airship, his eyes blazing with bloodlust.

Behind him, a middle-aged male wizard spoke in a low voice.

"Sir, should we make our move now, before that brat returns to the tower..."

"idiot."

Bazar didn't turn his head, his voice icy.

"Callum's on that ship, a level two star-orbiting sorcerer... You think you can beat him?"

The middle-aged male wizard paused.

"So... are we just going to leave it at that?"

"Let it go? How could we let it go? We need to send someone to keep an eye on him."

Bazar grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, his smile menacing.

"That kid can't stay holed up in that tower forever... as long as he comes out..."

He clenched his fist, his knuckles making a crisp "crack" sound.

"Notify me immediately after he leaves the Shadowmoon territory."

Withered Airship - Between Deathly Silence.

The cabin was dark and dimly lit.

Six grey-robed figures stood in a circle before a figure seated on a throne of bones.

The person on the throne was shrouded in a wide gray robe, with even his face hidden in the shadow of the hood, only two eerie green flames could be seen flickering.

The Wither Council's Level Two Crystallization Wizard: [The Death Whisperer] Silas.

"Theodore and Samael...are dead?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, like two pieces of dry bone rubbing against each other.

"Yes," the gray-robed leader replied in a low voice, "The leader and the entire cursed undead squad... are all..."

"How did he die?"

"Died at the hands of Ian Marcus... and three more, forced into the Thread Tide by Ian..."

The ghostly fire beneath Silas's hood flickered.

"Explain in detail."

The gray-robed man recounted everything that had happened in the underground palace.

From the moment Ian entered, to Theodore's sudden severe injury and death by a single punch to the heart, and then to the ice and fire spiral ray killing two people in succession...

With each word spoken, the temperature in the cabin dropped a degree.

After he finished speaking, the entire silence became as cold as an ice cellar.

"Crystallized filaments... Ice and fire annihilation rays... Black collapsing spheres..."

Silas slowly repeated these words, and the ghostly fire pulsed faster and faster.

"A first-level potion master... Hehe."

He suddenly laughed, a dry and unpleasant laugh, like a night owl crying.

"Shadowmoon... we've really struck gold! I heard he only advanced a level less than a year ago!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

He began to communicate with a crystal ball on the table. Gray mist filled the ball, and several blurry figures vaguely appeared inside.

"Ian Marcus... confirmed?"

An old, hoarse voice came from the crystal ball.

"Hmm," Silas hissed.

"A first-level wizard, possessing crystallization threads, ice and fire annihilation rays, gravity magic, and an unknown black explosive... His physical strength is suspected to have reached the peak of liquefaction."

There was a moment of silence inside the crystal ball.

Is there any possibility of winning them over?

"The chances are zero." Silas shook his head. "He is a pure Shadowmoon, and... extremely bloodthirsty."

"Then kill them."

The old voice was cold.

"The council will send 'The Withering Blade'... to finish him off before he advances to level two."

"That's what I was thinking too."

The gray mist inside the crystal ball dissipated, and the image disappeared.

Sylas leaned back on his throne, ghostly flames flickering.

Ian Marcus...

He pondered the name, a flicker of apprehension crossing his eyes, which was quickly replaced by an even stronger killing intent.

Such a monster cannot be allowed to live.

On the three airships, all the wizards' eyes were fixed on the collapsed ruins, and then involuntarily turned to the Shadowmoon airship.

Ian's name is like a red-hot branding iron, seared into everyone's heart.

Shadowmoon Rest Cabin.

Hogan slumped in his chair, holding a cup of hot tea, his hands still trembling.

Catherine sat opposite him, pale-faced and with a dazed look in her eyes.

"Horgan..." she suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse, "What do you think... Ian's strength is now?"

Hogan remained silent for a long time. "I don't know."

Perhaps he has already acquired the ability to contend with a level two wizard.

Crystallization wizards are a group of ancient monsters who can live for thousands of years.

"The withered captain... peak liquefaction, specializing in death magic and melee combat... was ripped out of the heart by Ian in one move."

"And those ice and fire spiral rays...did you see them? Freezing and burning simultaneously...this is not the effect of normal witchcraft..."

Catherine nodded, then shook her head.

"I don't understand... how long has he been promoted? Half a year? A year? How did he do it?"

Hogan gave a wry smile.

"A monster... is a monster to begin with."

He first heard of Ian not long ago, when the wizards of Shadowmoon Tower were talking about him, but he didn't really believe it.

A potion master, by sheer luck, killed a gray-robed man and was blown into the sky.

How long has it been?

"The Tower Master... will definitely try to win him over," Catherine whispered.

"Such talent...such combat power...Shadowmoon Tower hasn't seen anything like this in hundreds of years."

Hogan didn't say anything.

The three airships took off one after another, heading in three different directions.

But everyone knows it.

This matter is not over.