Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Ian changed his clothes and walked out of the quiet room.

He first went to the potion shop to deal with some backlogged matters, and then brewed several batches of potions.

He returned to the small building when it was late at night and all was quiet.

Without disturbing anyone, Ian went to the bedroom.

He crouched down and placed his palms on the floor.

The spiritual energy seeped in, spreading downwards along the cracks in the stone bricks, penetrating the foundation, and penetrating deep underground.

ten meters.

Twenty meters.

Thirty meters.

Ian didn't stop until he was fifty meters underground.

The soil here is hard, there are no underground rivers nearby, and no traces left by other wizards, making it well-hidden.

"This is it."

A golden glint flashed in Ian's eyes.

[Gravity-collapsed sphere]!

A small black ball, about the size of a marble, took shape in his palm.

He pressed it gently, and the ball disappeared into the ground.

hum...

A deep humming sound came from underground.

Centered on the point of impact, the soil and rocks within a 20-meter diameter begin to collapse and compress inward.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had forcefully "molded" this space into a regular spherical cavity.

Ian jumped into the hole.

The interior space is very large, with a diameter of 20 meters and a height of 10 meters, which is enough for him to perform his movements.

He took out twenty-eight Void Anchor Stones and began to arrange them according to the array diagram he had learned from the Soul Weaving Civilization stone tablets.

The first piece was placed in the center of the cavity.

The silver patterns flowed slowly, and the anchor stone emitted a stable spatial fluctuation.

The second piece was placed to the east, three meters away from the first piece.

The third one is the West.

The fourth area is in the south.

The fifth piece, in the north...

Ian moved slowly and carefully.

He had to carefully adjust the position of each anchor stone with his mental power to ensure that every node in the array was accurate.

This is an extremely delicate task; even a slight mistake could cause the entire array to malfunction or even trigger spatial disorder.

Time passes little by little.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Ian's forehead, but his eyes were focused and his hands moved without trembling.

When the twenty-eighth anchor stone is dropped and placed on the last node of the array.

hum! ! !

The entire cavity suddenly shuddered.

Twenty-eight anchor stones simultaneously lit up with a silver light, the light connecting with each other and weaving in the air to form a complex and beautiful three-dimensional rune array.

At the center of the array, space began to distort slightly, forming a stable, dark vortex with a diameter of one meter.

The vortex spun slowly, emanating a deep, cold aura that seemed capable of devouring everything.

The Abyss Altar is complete.

But Ian didn't stop.

He took out the materials he had prepared beforehand: Abyssal Runestone, Void Dust, Unstable Iron, Abyssal Crystal...

The auxiliary materials are ground into powder according to a specific ratio and then mixed together.

Then, guided by mental power, he carved arrays of runes on the ground around the altar to provide protection, warnings, and information concealment.

This is to prevent anyone from detecting this place from the outside.

This is also to prevent the aura of the altar from leaking out and causing unnecessary trouble.

Finished carving the last stroke.

Ian stood up and let out a long sigh.

The final product was much more sturdy than the simple altar that had been first seen.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, looking at the altar before him that emitted a dim light, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Anticipation, vigilance, excitement, and a touch of... trepidation about the unknown.

"Finally... ready."

He sat cross-legged in front of the altar, closed his eyes, and began to adjust his state.

The ice crystals in his mental sea slowly rotated, and pale golden mental energy permeated his entire body.

The jade-like luster deep within his body flowed slightly, ready to unleash terrifying power at any moment.

Everything is in its best condition.

Ian opened his eyes and looked at the dark vortex in the center of the altar.

He stretched out his hand, and a golden light shone from the tip of his finger.

That was a wisp of his spiritual imprint, containing the contract runes of the [Phase Weaving Soul Technique].

Ian sat quietly cross-legged in front of the altar, his eyes fixed on the dark vortex that was one meter in diameter and slowly rotating.

Time seemed to stretch out, with each second feeling exceptionally slow.

Inside the cavity, only the low hum of the anchor array could be heard.

And occasionally, faint, chaotic whispers would come from the depths of the vortex, like the breath of a distant abyss.

Several hours passed, and the vortex remained deep and unresponsive.

Ian's expectations were gradually replaced by patience.

He knew that communication between different worlds was full of uncertainties and could not be accomplished overnight.

As night deepened, he checked the stability of the altar once again.

The anchor array was confirmed to be operating normally, and the channel was not closed; it was just that it had not yet been connected to a suitable "target".

"We can't just wait around," Ian muttered to himself.

He stood up and set up a hidden monitoring spell around the altar: [Shadow Eye].

This magic can transmit any unusual fluctuations from the altar to his residence in real time and connect them with his spiritual perception.

After finishing, he took one last look at the silent vortex, then turned and left the underground cavern.

Back in the small building on the ground floor, it was already late at night.

Ian did not rest, but continued his evening meditation and witchcraft practices as usual.

In the days that followed, he resumed his previous routine.

In the morning, after spending a small amount of time handling potion shop affairs, I improved the potions and practiced witchcraft.

In the morning, after spending a small amount of time handling potion shop affairs, I improved the potions and practiced witchcraft.

In the afternoon, I studied the details of the contract and the phase-weaving soul technique; in the evening, I forged my physical body.

In the evening, while meditating, he would also spare a sliver of his mind to sense the fluctuations emanating from the [Eye of Shadows].

One day, two days... a week passed, and the altar remained silent.

Ian would occasionally sense that dark vortex through surveillance.

It rotated steadily, like a deep eye gazing into nothingness, yet it waited in vain for a response from the other end.

Disappointment is inevitable, but there is more calm anticipation.

He knew that finding a suitable "helper" from another world required a stroke of luck, just like fishing in a boundless ocean, where patience was more important than impatience.

One morning two weeks later, Ian was practicing the Frost Ray in his quiet room, adjusting the ratio of ice and fire, his fingertips surrounded by a purple-white cold light.

Suddenly, his mind trembled slightly.

An unusual fluctuation has been detected from the [Eye of Shadows]!

Ian instantly withdrew his magic and closed his eyes to concentrate.

In my perception, the vortex of the underground altar is no longer calm.

Subtle ripples spread through the darkness, as if something was "knocking" on the other side.

Immediately afterwards, a faint yet clear fluctuation of thought pierced through the void.

It was mixed with despair, pain, and resentment...

And the last, almost instinctive plea, like a drowning person's outstretched hand in their struggle.

"It's finally here..."

A golden glint flashed in Ian's eyes, and he didn't hesitate at all.

The contract he had prepared long ago: a soul-binding shackle disguised as an "aid agreement".

Enveloped in spiritual power, it transformed into a golden stream of light and shot out from his hand.

It pierced through the floor and went straight underground, precisely entering the vortex of the altar.

Suddenly, the mental fluctuations of the desperate supplicant came again from the far distance.

Ian "saw" the contract document.

In some distant, otherworldly realm, it was signed by a weak, desperate soul, yet still clinging to a last shred of resentment...

Name imprint, soul bound.

The contract is... established!

The vortex in the center of the altar suddenly trembled!

A faint but incredibly clear connection extended from the depths of the vortex, linking to Ian's mental sea.

That is... a phase portal to another world.

It worked!

An unprecedented light shone in Ian's eyes.

He stood up, walked to the altar, looked at the deep vortex, and slowly smiled.

"Another world..."

"I am coming."