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Morning light streamed through the stained glass, casting dappled shadows on the stone slabs of the courtroom.

Edel stood beside Elder Sauron, the silver threads and time-marked patterns on her wizard robes reflecting the light slightly.

She held a recording crystal between her fingers, ready to record something.

In the center of the courtroom, Edmund was bound to a runic stone pillar by nine runic chains.

These chains are not physical objects, but rather a sealing technique formed from Elder Sauron's spiritual power.

Each chain was intricately runed with ancient inscriptions, suppressing the dark aura within Edmund that was attempting to retaliate.

When did you come into contact with the Abyss? Tell me the source of your knowledge of the Abyss.

Elder Soren's voice was steady, devoid of any emotion.

Edmund raised his head, his once handsome face now covered with dark purple lines.

"Oh……"

His lips moved, and the dark purple lines undulated as if something alive was moving under his skin.

Adele looked at Edmund's miserable state with icy eyes.

Three days ago, this man was the first in line to inherit the family business, chatting and laughing at the monthly gathering.

Now, he is like a monster stripped of all pretense.

"I don't know the exact time, but I remember that about ten years ago, I accidentally came across an old notebook in the family library..."

After Edmund finished giving his instructions, he went downstairs.

This is because the abyssal pollution within him is being continuously purified by the power of order, and his consciousness has begun to blur.

"Family treasury? There's no way you'd find any Abyss knowledge above level two there."

Elder Soren shook his head and continued to press for answers.

"You also learned how to build the Abyss Altar from your notes? Where is it now?"

"I...I don't remember...Ah! Kill me!"

Edmund's body arched violently, and a non-human roar burst from his throat.

Elder Soren frowned, slightly raised his hand, and the silver chains tightened slightly.

Adele smelled the acrid odor permeating the air.

"Finished recording?"

Edel nodded and handed over the crystal.

Inside the crystal, a pattern of Edmund's mental fluctuations as he spoke emerged.

The latter half of the graph shows severe distortion, as if it were forcibly twisted by an invisible hand.

Elder Soren stared at the diagram for a moment, a trace of solemnity crossing his aged face.

"His memory has also been contaminated."

"Can it be cracked?"

"It will take time." Elder Soren put away the crystal.

"Moreover, the risk is extremely high; forcibly breaking through could directly destroy the remaining sanity of his mind."

Adele pursed her lips and looked at Edmund's figure.

This person, whom she once hated most, now resembled a soulless shell.

For some reason, she didn't feel the expected joy; instead, she felt a chilling coldness.

"If even memories can be altered, what can't be corrupted?"

Afternoon, Golden Statue Street, Potions Workshop.

Ian sat at his workbench, a roll of parchment that had just been delivered spread out in front of him.

I came here today specifically to receive the access permission document granted by the elders.

The ink was not completely dry, and there were three different stamps at the end.

The family's enforcement department, the secret vault oversight office, and Elder Sauron's personal magical mark.

Gaga squatted to the side, preening its feathers with its beak.

"So... you can openly research those things now?"

Ian glanced at the text above: "Edmund Just sealed experimental data and items."

The scene from the monthly gathering three days ago is still replaying in my mind.

When Edmund spat out black blood, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence, like a graveyard.

Then came the elders' fury, their questioning, and their final verdict.

Now, these pollutants, experimental records, and forbidden texts that terrified the Just family will all be delivered to him.

Edel applied for this extremely dangerous mission under the pretext of "researching the abyss's contamination and thoroughly purifying the patriarch and preventing it."

"She wanted to find a way to cure her father."

Ian finally spoke, his voice very soft.

"And you want to use them to access the core of the abyss."

Gaga tilted her head, and Ian's profile was reflected in her silver-gray eyes.

Ian did not deny it. He got up, walked to the constant temperature cabinet, opened the cabinet door, and took out the bottle of dark silver potion.

A weakened version of the Soul-Soothing Potion is also a medium for remote sensing on the panel and even for violent purification.

It was with this small bottle of potion that Edmund was completely overthrown.

However, the level of pollution in Edmund's body reached a terrifying level four.

"This is a corruption at the level of a Morning Star Wizard, and Adele actually thinks I can break it?"

He definitely needs more abyssal data, more samples.

Even more so, the rules of the abyss themselves.

In this way, he can continuously improve the Abyss Altar.

"One day, I will build an altar that can directly traverse between the two worlds."

As dusk fell, Edel pushed open the laboratory door.

She changed into casual clothes; the cuffs of her dark blue robe were embroidered with simple silver thread patterns, and her long hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin.

But Ian noticed the pale blue shadow under her eyes.

These are the signs of fatigue left from participating in interrogations and integrating resources for three consecutive days.

"For you."

Adele placed a palm-sized metal box on the worktable.

The residual aura of the Level 3 Abyss pollution is of the same origin as the pollution within Chief Titu's body, but at a much lower concentration.

"Found in a hidden compartment in Edmund's private study."

Adele's voice was a little hoarse.

"How is the interrogation progressing?"

"His core henchmen..." Edel paused, then pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Seven second-level wizards and over a hundred first-level wizards, but only two of them truly knew the inside story, and they died on the day of the gathering."

This is normal practice; Edmund wouldn't let his subordinates who know his secrets escape his control.

Ian opened the metal box.

Inside was half a charred notebook, the edges of the pages irregularly burned, as if licked by flames but not completely burned.

The notes were written in ancient Tua script, but some sections were covered by dark red stains that shimmered eerily in the light.

"What did they say?"

"Edmund participated in a heritage site exploration ten years ago."

Adele rubbed her temples.

"That expedition was organized by the Rose Merchant Guild, and the target was an ancient sacrificial site on the third fault line of Burning Canyon."

The team originally consisted of twelve people, but only six returned alive, Edmund being one of them.

"He changed after he came back?"

According to his personal servant at the time, Edmund secluded himself for a whole month after returning.

Upon emerging from seclusion, his research focus shifted from bloodline purification to the fusion of different energies.

Furthermore, they began frequently contacting black market channels, acquiring large quantities of materials marked as "forbidden."

Ian flipped through the charred notebook.

The panel simultaneously scans for remaining text and stains on the page.

The progress bar for analyzing the ancient Tua language is rapidly advancing at the edge of the field of view.

The dark red stains were labeled on the panel as "dried-up remnants of blood from Abyssal Familiars".

As the panel continued to decipher the information, Ian's heart skipped a beat.

"The notes... actually mentioned a strange 'Morning Star Path'."

This is extremely precious and confidential high-level knowledge.

Adele froze. "What...the 'Path of the Morning Star' was really mentioned?"

She had never been exposed to Level 4 knowledge before, which was probably her biggest gain besides defeating Edmund.

Ancient wizards regarded the fourth-level Morning Star wizard as the most important watershed on the path to transcendence.

Ian stroked the notebook, where a passage of text was not yet completely covered by stains.

To break through to the Morning Star, one needs to comprehend the rules unique to oneself and complete the "rule imprint".

That is, to inscribe one's own rules and imprint them deep within the sea of ​​one's spirit.

But everyone's path to the Morning Star is different; once a wizard reaches level four, they can no longer imitate others.

"So Edmund chose the abyss?"

"That's what it says in the notes... Didn't you see it?"

Adele was a little embarrassed. "I'm not fluent in ancient wizarding languages... I can't understand them."

Ian saw the longing in her eyes; he rarely saw Adele with that expression.

Then, Ian slowly recounted the incomplete contents of the notebook.

"...Although the rules of the Abyss are perilous, the success rate of branding may be higher than in the Wizarding World. As for what price needs to be paid, the following information is incomplete."

A brief silence fell over the laboratory as the two of them processed the information they had just received.

The only sounds were the faint hum of the constant-temperature cabinet and the sound of the evening breeze rising outside the window.

A squawking bird flew from the windowsill and landed on Ian's shoulder, its dark silver feathers brushing against his neck and bringing a cool touch.

"He thought he could escape the abyss."

Adele's voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself.

"As a result... it was used as a vessel by the abyss."

Ian closed the notebook, and the isolation runes on the metal box lit up again, suppressing the pollution fluctuations back inside.

He looked at Adele; after Edmund fell, her entire demeanor was like a blade that had been tempered.

"How many resources have you taken over these past few days?"

"Fifty percent of Edmund's assets."

Adele's lips curled up slightly, clearly in a good mood.

"Including the mining rights to three medium-sized magic crystal mines, shops on two commercial streets in the south of the city, and his former subordinates in the family's law enforcement team..."

Also, Edwin sent a congratulatory gift this morning: a complete set of second-grade alchemy tools.

"Oh? Is this a signal of surrender?"

"I'm not sure; I think it's just a temporary retreat."

Adele got up and walked to the experimental table, gently stroking Gaa's feathers.

"The remaining competitors also began to waver, and some secretly contacted my manager, wanting to exchange resources for 'future understanding'."

As for the elders... Elder Soren has clearly expressed his support for me to succeed as clan leader.

Ian saw her hand on the lab table, her fingers slightly clenched.

"How is your father?"

The change of topic made Adele's shoulders relax a little, and she turned around, her smile becoming more and more obvious.

"Recently, Delia has been keeping an eye on things for me over there, and the pollution patterns have faded by a third."

Yesterday morning, Delia said her finger twitched, though only for a moment, but the medical wizard confirmed it was a sign of her consciousness beginning to return.

"At least three more months of continuous purification are needed, and the medication cannot be stopped."

"I know, it's fortunate that I received a lot of resources, otherwise I might not have been able to collect all the materials."

Adele walked back to her workbench and took out another, smaller crystal bottle from her bosom.

"This is what you wanted, taken from the sealed items in Edmund's laboratory."

There are a total of twenty-seven carrier samples labeled as 'Abyss-related'.

Ian took the crystal bottle and released a wisp of his spiritual energy to investigate.

Tiny fragments of matter are suspended inside the bottle.

Dark red crystalline powder, dried black tissue fragments, corroded remains of some kind of metal...

Each one emitted varying concentrations of pollution.

The panel's detection data refreshes like a waterfall at the edge of the field of view, listing the classification, pollution level, and regular characteristics of the twenty-seven samples one by one.

"Does the council of elders allow me to study these things?"

Edel nodded. "Don't worry, I got the elders' approval under the guise of 'developing a complete purification plan'."

"Elder Soren personally signed the permission document, but there was a condition."

All research findings must be reported to the council of elders, and all experiments must be conducted within an isolation array.

"Yes, that's a very reasonable restriction."

"They're afraid of trouble coming their way," Adele said in a low voice.

Just's level four Morning Star is not currently with the family, in case the abyssal contamination of level three or higher spreads.

The family will not only suffer a severe blow, but it is also likely to attract the intervention of other forces.

The Abyss is an absolute taboo in the Central Continent, and they now only want to eliminate all hidden dangers as soon as possible.

That's why she was able to take over the resources smoothly and gain more support.

Ian lowered his head in thought. "As third-level archmages, wouldn't it be faster for them to handle it themselves?"

Adele smiled and looked at Ian.

"You may not have met any Level 3 wizards. Their greatest desire is to be promoted to Morning Star."

Unless it's an extremely serious matter, it's difficult to alert them; that's how it was with my father before.

Ian's heart skipped a beat. "What if they come here to check us out?"

Adele shook her head, understanding Ian's concerns.

"Our main potion shop, which is still publicly known, is still here. Your place remains the most secretive location, so don't worry."

Late at night, on the third basement level of No. 7 Wisteria Lane.

Ian stood in the center of the backup laboratory.

The space here is more spacious than the workshops on Golden Oak Street.

Today, all four walls, ceiling, and floor are engraved with silver-white protective runes.

This is a new level-three isolation array. When activated, the light will form a closed barrier inside the room, which can even block spatial fluctuations.

Twenty-seven samples were laid out on the worktable.

Gaga squatted on the corner shelf, its silver-gray eyes looking like two small flames in the dim light.

"Let's begin."

The rune array activated, and silvery-white light descended from the ceiling, enveloping the entire workbench like a curtain of water.

The space inside the barrier was slightly distorted, and even sound was blocked.

From the outside, only blurry human silhouettes and occasional flashes of dark light could be seen.

The first sample was a dark red crystal.

The panel is labeled "Abyssal Kin's Blood Crystallization, Contamination Level 3".

Ian used tweezers to pick up a grain of rice-sized particle and placed it on the crystal plate.

The moment the spiritual tendrils reached out, a frenzied murmur erupted from within the crystal.

"Merge...Morning Star...Eternity..."

These sounds did not enter through hearing, but directly impacted the mind.

It felt like countless fine needles piercing the depths of my consciousness at the same time.

Ian's body stiffened for a moment, then he immediately activated the Starry Night Ritual meditation technique.

The panel is activated, and the power of the Order of the Stars forms a flowing starlight barrier on the outer layer of the spirit.

The babbling was kept out, but fragments of lingering emotions still seeped in.

A twisted desire, a greed for power, and something deeper... a fear.

Ian kept his breathing steady.

The mental tendrils continued to penetrate deeper into the crystal, peeling away the surface contaminated energy like a scalpel, and probing towards the core's regular structure.

The panel synchronously records data, and a three-dimensional model appears at the edge of the field of view.

This is a microscopic manifestation of the rules of the incomplete abyss, where countless twisted rune chains intertwine to form a self-replicating network of contamination.

"In this way... the pattern of rule erosion is recorded."

Ian was extremely satisfied with the panel's power.

The second sample was a black tissue slide.

Panel analysis revealed that this was the remains of the heart tissue of some extraordinary creature.

However, the cell structure has been completely distorted, and tiny abyssal rune imprints have appeared inside each cell nucleus.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Time passed in silence.

Outside the barrier, Ga occasionally turned its head, alertly sensing the movements outside the laboratory.

However, No. 7 Wisteria Lane is a very secluded location, and Adele has arranged for Nassenger to lead a patrol around the perimeter to ensure there will be no unexpected interference.

When Ian was analyzing the fifteenth sample, a red warning suddenly popped up on the panel.

"99.9% rule homology rate detected"

"Sample source: Titu Just's in vivo contaminant carrier (daughter body)"

"Matrix Location: ...Eastern Burning Canyon...Third Fault (Distance too far, coordinates incomplete)"

Ian stopped what he was doing and stared at the coordinate data that appeared on the panel.

This is a string of ancient geographical runes, corresponding to an area in the eastern part of the central continent that has been marked as a "death zone".

Ash Burning Canyon is one of the ruins of the ancient abyss battlefield.

It is said that even today, spatial rifts still occasionally spew out extraterrestrial energy.

"Edmund, it seems, was corrupted there."

Before the panel's prompts ended, a new line of analysis results appeared below the coordinate data.

"Estimated contamination level of the parent organism: Level 5"

"The current sample is a seventh-generation derivative of the parent organism's offspring."

"Warning: Target is extremely dangerous..."

Level 5!

This is the Moonlit Wizard, equivalent to a wizard.

Ian opened his eyes; the fourth-level Morning Star was a level that ordinary wizards could hardly reach.

A level five Radiant Moon... is a level of power he cannot yet imagine.

In the Central Continent, every Radiant Moon-level expert is a regional overlord, capable of establishing a wizarding family that has lasted for tens of thousands of years.

"Deep within the Burning Canyon, the Abyss has left behind a source of pollution at the Radiant Moon level."

This cannot be explained simply by "remnants of an ancient battlefield".

Edmund thought he had found a shortcut, but in reality, he had only touched the tip of the iceberg.

And the part beneath the iceberg...

Ian looked at the remaining samples on the worktable.

The dark red crystals, black tissues, and twisted metal remnants gleamed eerily under the barrier's light.

Like countless eyes, across time and space, they gaze upon the wizard who attempts to decipher them.

He picked up the tweezers again, his fingertips steady without the slightest tremor.

"As long as it's not a face-to-face encounter... I have nothing to fear."

Now that the shadow of the abyss has spread before our eyes, we can only try to understand it more deeply.

Understand its rules, its weaknesses, and how it crumbles before the power of the Order of the Stars.

Inside the barrier, the analysis continues.

Outside the barrier, night was deepening.

In Chief Titu's bedroom, Edel was still awake.

She sat by her father Titu's bedside, holding his hand that was gradually warming up, and whispered about everything that had happened that day.

They talked about resource integration, the defection of competitors, and the support of the elders.

It also tells the story of a young pharmacist who is alone in a laboratory in Wisteria Lane, facing the shadows of the abyss.

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