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At the entrance to the ruins, figures were scattered on the shallows.

The survivors of each faction sat or stood, their faces still showing fear and bewilderment, their robes torn and stained with blood.

The seawater crashed against the rocks, and the salty wind, carrying the smell of blood, flowed slowly through the crowd.

Ian landed in the shadows at the edge of the shallows, his grey robes stained with water, making him no different from the disheveled wizards around him.

He slowly straightened up, his gaze calmly sweeping across the entire room.

"Ian!"

Hermann’s shouts came from the left.

The crystallizing wizard's gray robe was tattered, his chest was wrapped in a makeshift bandage, and his face was pale but filled with relief.

Two men followed behind him, both liquefaction wizards from the Shadowmoon Tower. One had blood seeping from his arm, and the other had a black cloth covering his left eye.

"You... I knew you'd be alright!"

Herman stopped three steps in front of Ian, scrutinizing him closely, his voice filled with barely suppressed exhaustion and surprise.

"Some luck."

Ian nodded, his voice calm.

He hunched over his shoulder, his neck tucked into the shadow of his hood, only his small eyes peeking out as he warily scanned his surroundings.

Seeing that only two people remained behind Herman, he asked, "The rest of you..."

Herman did not answer, only gave a bitter smile, his withered fingers gripping his staff tightly.

"Of the eight people who went into the ruins, only four came out alive... including you."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"What did you see at the end?"

Before he could finish speaking...

Not far away, in the Silver Ring's ranks.

Although a white-robed level two wizard did not turn his head, his body shimmered with holy light, as if he were probing something.

Further away, the two remaining level-two wizards of the Undying Heart gathered together, their faces ashen, and were talking in hushed tones.

Occasionally, he would glance up at the entrance to the ruins, his eyes surging with murderous intent.

They did not find Gunnar.

Ian remained expressionless, his dark eyes calmly meeting Herman's gaze.

"I was teleported to a broken platform, hid from three waves of shadow mutants, and just when I found a way out... I was forcibly teleported out."

His tone was flat and flawless.

Hermann stared at him for two seconds, then slowly nodded.

"That's good... It's good that you're out."

He turned around and looked at the other two people in the Shadowmoon Tower.

"Prepare to return home; this place is not safe to linger."

A large crowd gathered in front of the teleportation array.

Different factions experienced varying degrees of joy and sorrow, and began to withdraw one after another, creating a tense atmosphere like the deathly stillness before a storm.

Two level-two wizards from the Undying Heart blocked the entrance to the teleportation array, their scarlet eyes scanning everyone like searchlights.

"Everyone coming out of the ruins, register!"

His words were directed at all forces except the Silver Ring and the Embrace of Nature.

The bald, burly man spoke in a rough voice, holding a dark red crystal in his hand.

The surface of the crystal shimmers with a blood-red light, revealing traces of Gunnar witchcraft.

The crowd erupted in commotion, but it was all silenced by the mental power of the two Level 2 Crystallization Wizards.

The procession moved forward slowly.

When it was Shadowmoon Tower's turn, the bald, burly man inside squinted and fixed his gaze on Ian.

"What...is your name?"

"Ian Marcus".

Ian answered calmly, his grey robes fluttering slightly in the harbor breeze.

"Have any of our people seen in the ruins?"

"I've seen it."

Ian nodded, his dark eyes remaining completely calm.

"At the entrance to the third floor, I saw a burly man who was three meters tall and had a very strong aura."

The bald, burly man stared intently at him, the crystal in his hand blazing with blood-red light, bringing it close to Ian's body, just three inches away.

The crystal did not react at all.

Ian's expression remained unchanged; he even frowned slightly, as if wondering why the other party was being so rude.

Beneath his skin, the jade-like luster had long since been completely concealed.

The pale golden crystallized core in the spiritual sea is covered with a camouflage layer blessed by the Star Spirit, perfectly simulating the liquefaction fluctuations of a peak first-level cultivator.

Even Gaga shrank into the shadows, its heterochromatic eyes shrouded in a deep, stagnant light, as still as dead water.

Three seconds later.

The bald, burly man snorted coldly and put the crystal away.

"Go in."

Ian nodded slightly and walked steadily toward the teleportation array.

Behind him, Herman secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The teleportation light dissipated.

Dragonbone Harbor, Shadowmoon Tower Teleport Hall.

Ian stepped out of the teleportation array and took a deep breath.

After nearly three months of tension, my nerves finally began to relax slightly.

"Let's go back to our accommodation and rest first."

Herman's voice sounded tired.

"The Shadowmoon needs urgent repairs. The damaged wingplates and secondary power core need to be replaced. It will be at least half a month before it can set sail back to the tower."

Ian nodded and said nothing more.

He turned and walked towards the residential area.

Gaga popped out of the hood and rubbed its little head against his cheek.

"Finally leaving the ruins... I'm so tired."

"Um."

Ian rubbed its little head, feeling the warm, soft touch on his fingertips.

"I'll grill you some fish when we get back."

"Really?!"

The little guy's eyes lit up instantly, and his feathers even ruffled slightly.

"Three! No, five!"

"it is good."

He randomly picked a hotel to stay in.

Ian set up simple soundproofing and warning runes in the room, then sat down cross-legged.

A fleeting glint of pale golden starlight flashed in the depths of his pupils.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread.

Above the palm of my hand, a black dot the size of a grain of rice silently appeared.

There are no gravitational fluctuations, and no space distortion.

All its aura was perfectly restrained, like a real black pebble.

Level 2 talent spell: Gravity Collapse Sphere.

Its power is at least ten times stronger than that of level one.

"Celestial Blessing... Seed of the Stars..."

He muttered to himself, his dark eyes reflecting the dim firelight.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the pale golden crystallized core was slowly rotating.

With each rotation, subtle stellar energy seeps in from the void, tempering the spirit and nourishing the soul.

This is the "Star Resonance" feature that comes with the second layer of "Starry Night Festival".

From then on, his cultivation speed will far exceed that of his peers.

More importantly...

Ian's mind stirred slightly.

On the skin's surface, the jade-like luster flows like water.

Deep within the luminous glow, faint silver-white star patterns emerge, like constellations in the night sky.

[Furnace Tempering Technique] is imbued with the rules of the stars during a breakthrough, evolving new characteristics.

Star-studded tempering.

It can not only absorb the life energy in blood essence, but also draw stellar radiation from the starry sky, thus doubly tempering the physical body.

Now, his physical strength...

It is strong enough to withstand the bombardment of ordinary level two sorcery.

"Not enough."

Ian slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles making a slight popping sound.

He recalled the giant hand that emerged from the crack in the sky within the ruins.

It covered the sky, crushed the altar, and annihilated the entire Protoss race.

That was at least a casual strike from a level five, or even a level six being.

"We need more power."

He muttered to himself, a cold resolve flashing in his eyes.

On his shoulder, Ga Ga tilted his little head, his heterochromatic eyes filled with confusion.

"Ian, what are you thinking about? Your expression is scary."

"Thinking..."

Ian rubbed its little head, a very faint smile curving his lips.

"Next time I'll grill you fish, would you like it spicy?"

"Huh?! No, no! Last time it was so spicy my feathers were practically standing on end for three days!"

The little guy shook his head frantically, flapping his wings in protest.

A very soft laugh echoed from the basement.

……

Two weeks later, the repaired "Shadowmoon" broke through the waves and embarked on its long voyage back to the continent of Anoria.

The secondary power core at the stern still had cracks, and the ship was traveling at a slower speed than it had come.

Ian stood on the deck, gazing at the shrinking Dragonbone Harbor and the Broken Islands behind him, the sea breeze carrying a salty, fishy smell.

He needs time to process all the gains from this site and to think about the next step.

Herman came to his side, slowly exhaled, and turned to look at Ian.

A complex expression appeared on his gaunt face.

"Ian..."

He lowered his voice.

"When you get back, try to keep a low profile."

"Ganna of the Undying Heart is dead, the Silver Ring has also suffered heavy losses, as have other forces... They will not let this go."

"I see."

Ian nodded, his dark eyes calm and unwavering.

"Thanks for reminding me."

He turned and left the deck, his grey robe casting a long shadow.

After the Shadowmoon is repaired, all protective arrays will be activated.

Thanks to Herman's extensive experience, they managed to get through the "Storm Corridor" without any major incidents.

A month later, the towering wizard tower could be faintly seen reaching into the clouds.

"Gah! Finally home. I wonder if Lucy and the others are hungry without me looking after them?"

His shoulders were tucked into his hood, and a hint of emotion appeared in his small eyes.

"I placed enough blood essence near the saplings so they won't go hungry."

After disembarking, Ian immediately left alone and took the Gaga to the tower.

Back at my lodgings, I closed the heavy stone door.

Ian slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

Deep within his eyes, that faint golden starlight slowly faded away.

He first took out the most important items:

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the pale golden crystallized core was slowly rotating.

The greatest reward of this journey to the ruins was the Seed of the Stars.

Fragments of rules comprehended by a level four wizard!

It is not only a powerful auxiliary magical tool, but also carries part of the Protoss's knowledge and heritage, making its value immeasurable.

Secondly, there is Star Marrow, a viscous liquid that emits pure starlight and is a specialty of the Protoss ruins.

His star-gazing rituals and some of his potions were extremely valuable resources.

There were also other spoils of war obtained from Bazar and Silas.

He carefully inspected the items and, as usual, completely destroyed any items that bore tracking marks or might reveal his identity using the Frost Ray.

He sorted and carefully stored the remaining materials, magic stones, and a few decent but unmarked magical tools.

After tidying up his belongings, he walked to the entrance to the basement and pressed his fingertips against the rock wall.

The runes lit up, and the ground silently slid open, revealing a downward staircase.

Ian walked down step by step.

Footsteps echoed on the narrow steps, like knocking on the door to another world.

Fifty meters deep, the abyss altar stands silently.

In mid-air, twenty-eight void anchors floated, and a dark vortex with a diameter of three meters slowly rotated.

He walked to the altar and stopped.

He slowly raised his right hand and placed his palm on the edge of the altar.

Cold, rough, with the uneven texture of time.

Then, close your eyes.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the crystallized core suddenly lit up!

A pale golden glow seeped through the skin and flowed through the dimly lit basement.

Meanwhile, the vortex in the center of the altar began to boil violently.

It's like smelling a scent from the same source.

"It's time to go back and take a look..."

Ian muttered to himself.

"Six years have passed on the continent of Alan."