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Ancestral Hall Council Room.

Morning light streamed through the stained glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Edel stood before the long table, her deep purple robe hanging at her feet, the hem of the robe motionless.

She held a pale silver crystal in her palm.

It's about the size of a palm, made of crystal, with fine sealing runes flowing across its surface.

Elder Darcy sat in the main seat, his long gray hair cascading over his shoulders, his eyes calm and unfathomable.

But Adeline could sense it...

Beneath that calm, a storm was brewing... about to erupt.

"This was given to me by Guest Marcus." She gently placed the crystal in the center of the long table.

The moment the crystal touched the wooden tabletop, the runes on the surface glowed faintly.

"It contains... all of Edgar Just's information."

After he finished speaking, the council chamber fell into a deathly silence.

The gazes of the nine elders were simultaneously focused on the crystal.

Edgar Just... that name is unfamiliar to the younger generation.

But for the elders present...

Sixty years ago, he was one of the family's most brilliant geniuses.

In name, he is also considered Titus Just's brother.

He was also the loser who "unexpectedly disappeared" during the legacy assessment in the last clan chief election...

Elder Darcy slowly extended his hand, his fingers hovering above the crystal.

My mental energy gently probed in.

Buzz! The images stored inside the crystal instantly flooded into my mind.

The ruins of the post station were shrouded in morning mist.

A dark purple expanse stretched as far as the eye could see, with withered weeds and corroded stones.

In the center of the area stood a middle-aged man with a pale face and sunken eyes.

"Aura... Peak Level 3."

Moreover, it is a level three peak that has been cultivated for hundreds of years and has an extremely solid foundation.

Elder Darcy's breath hitched slightly.

Edgar's strength... is no less than his, and in some aspects, he may even be stronger.

Because his aura contained the chaos and madness unique to the abyss.

As the scene continues, Edgar roars out the truth from sixty years ago.

Titu's framing, the struggle for clan leadership, the betrayal of a beloved...

Then, dark purple tentacles shot into the sky, coalescing into a blurry phantom. The phantom opened its mouth wide, attempting to devour everything.

But the next second, a pale silver light screen appeared.

The giant hand gripped the light screen, making a piercing "sizzling" sound, but it couldn't budge it an inch.

As Ian's body began to swell... the scene ended when the battle was over.

Beneath Darcy's aged and calm face lay extreme shock.

"Such a peculiar elemental form..."

His withered fingers tapped lightly on the edge of the long table.

Click, click, click.

The council chamber was quiet and the atmosphere was exceptionally dull and clear.

"Edgar..."

He murmured the name, his voice filled with complex emotions.

There was shock, heartache, anger... and a touch of... relief.

"He's still alive, and... he's become an Abyss Corruptor."

Elder Soren spoke up, his voice hoarse.

Elder Darcy nodded, his cloudy pupils reflecting the shimmering light flowing across the crystal surface.

Sixty years ago, we all thought he had died in the ruins, but now it seems...

He paused, his voice laced with suppressed anger, "He chose to fall into depravity."

A long silence fell over the hall.

All nine elders understood what this meant.

A polluter who had been lurking for sixty years, a monster who almost reached the level of a Level 4 polluter...

If it weren't for Ian today... the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Where is Guest Marcus now?" Elder Darcy asked Edel.

"He went to Stormwind. He said he was going to find resources for his familiar to advance."

Edel responded softly, trying her best to control her trembling voice.

Elder Darcy lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment.

"This time, Marcus has rendered great service to the family, and we must not treat him unfairly."

He looked up at Idyl.

"I remember there are still some second- or third-tier Shadow Crystals in the family vault. When Elder Marcus returns, you can personally deliver them to him."

A slight joy welled up inside Adele, but her face remained calm.

"Yes."

At noon, the sunlight was dazzling, and the sky was a clear, deep blue.

The outline of Stormwind gradually became clear on the horizon.

This is a huge city built on the bay, with towering walls made of white boulders.

Above the city walls, a blue flag with gold trim flutters—the symbol of Stormwind.

Ian stood at the exit of the teleportation array, looking up at the wide streets bustling with people.

Shops lined both sides of the street, their signs swaying gently in the wind.

The air was filled with the salty smell of the sea, mixed with the aromas of various spices, foods, and goods.

Noisy, yet full of life.

His spiritual power spread silently, covering half of the city, like an invisible net.

They quickly located the city's most central position.

There stands a wizard's tower that is a hundred meters high.

The tower is made of deep blue crystal, with fine lightning patterns flowing across its surface.

At the top of the tower, lightning occasionally flashed and emitted a low rumble.

"A familiar level three aura... but weaker than Darcy's."

Ian muttered to himself silently.

He sensed the extremely powerful aura emanating from inside the wizard's tower.

Like a lurking thunder beast, its breath carries a rhythm of destruction.

It was Lucian, the Lord of Stormwind.

He raised his right hand, and a pale purple arcane mark appeared in his palm, with tiny arcs of electricity flickering within it.

This was the contact information Lucian had given him during their last meeting.

Ian tapped his fingertip lightly, and the mark glowed faintly. A hearty laugh came from the mark.

"Wizard Ian! You've arrived in Stormwind?"

The voice was deep and resonant, carrying the magnetic resonance unique to lightning wizards.

"I just arrived too, I'm over here at the teleportation array," Ian replied.

"Okay! Wait for me, I'm coming right away!"

The light of the mark went out.

Soon, a dark blue figure sped towards them from the end of the street.

It was extremely fast, like a bolt of lightning.

In the blink of an eye, they were in front of Ian.

Lucian wore a dark blue robe with golden lightning bolts embroidered along the hem.

He wore a hearty smile, and his eyes shone brightly like lightning.

"Welcome to Stormwind, Wizard Ian!"

He reached out and patted Ian on the shoulder warmly.

"I was out for a stroll and happened to stop by to see the city lord. Stormwind City truly lives up to its reputation."

Ian smiled and offered a few dry compliments to the other person.

"Come on, come on, let's sit at my place!"

Lucian didn't mind at all, put his arm around Ian's shoulder, and walked towards the city lord's mansion.

Along the way, people kept bowing and greeting us.

"Lord City Lord!"

"Lord Lucian!"

His voice carried respect, but also... fear.

Lucian waved casually, his steps never faltering.

The city lord's mansion is located below the wizard's tower and is a three-story white building.

The gate was wide open, with guards in silver armor standing on either side. As Lucian approached, the guards bowed.

"Greetings, City Lord."

Lucian nodded and led Ian into the hall.

The hall was spacious, with a dark blue carpet on the floor and several diagrams explaining lightning magic hanging on the walls.

A long table was placed in the center, with tea set and several snacks on it.

"sit."

Lucian pointed to the chair next to the long table.

Ian sat down, and Gaga jumped off his shoulder and landed on the table.

The little guy looked around curiously, his silver eyes reflecting the lightning.

"Your pet is pretty good."

Lucian glanced at Gaga with approval in his eyes.

"It's only been a few days, and you've already reached the mid-stage of the second tier. Your foundation is still solid."

"It lived up to my expectations."

Ian looked at Gaga with a look of doting affection in his eyes.

No wonder.

Lucian nodded and poured himself and Ian each a cup of tea.

The tea soup was amber in color, steaming, and had faint fluctuations of lightning energy.

"Speak, what brings you to Stormwind this time?"

He picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"I need some resources and would like to make another deal with the city lord."

Ian took out three dark silver potion test tubes from his dimensional ring; the liquid inside shimmered with starlight.

"A Tier 3 purification potion, freshly made."

He placed the test tube on the table, saying, "I'd like to trade you some Shadow Crystals."

Lucian's eyes lit up. He put down his teacup, picked up a test tube, and examined it carefully.

He probed with his spiritual power, sensing the purifying power within the potion.

After a while, he looked up, his eyes filled with surprise.

"A Tier 3 purification potion, good stuff!"

"This purity... is at least 30% higher than those circulating in the market!"

He looked at Ian, his smile widening. "How much do you want in exchange?"

"At least three Tier 3 Shadow Crystals."

Ian, with a calm expression, stated his needs.

"Also, if you have high-quality second-tier shadow-type blood essence and potion materials... you can trade with them."

Lucian pondered for a moment, "Third-tier Shadow Crystals, I happen to have three in my possession."

"As for blood essence and potion ingredients..."

He stood up, walked to a storage cabinet in the corner of the hall, opened the cabinet door, and took out several jade boxes.

"Two bottles of blood essence from a peak second-tier demon."

"One portion each of Ghost Grass, Darkmoon Resin, and the Heart of a Shadow Void Dragon... is that enough?"

Ian glanced at it, secretly estimated its value, and then nodded slightly.

"Yes, thank you, Lord City Lord."

"Okay, I'm very satisfied!"

Lucian readily pushed everything in front of Ian.

Ian put away the resources and handed over the three purification potions.

The transaction was completed quickly, and the two sat down again to drink tea and chat.

Lucian gave a brief introduction to Stormwind.

This is a port trading city, connected by sea routes between the eastern border and the central mainland.

The city is a complex web of power structures, but the city lord's mansion holds absolute dominance.

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Because Lucian is not only a level three peak lightning wizard, but also the representative of a major power in the Central Continent.

With a powerful background, no one dares to mess with them.

Halfway through the conversation, Lucian suddenly changed the subject.

"Brother Ian, you're a level three wizard now..."

He looked at Ian with a probing gaze.

"Are you interested in... developing your career in Stormwind? I happen to be short of a deputy city lord."

"The treatment, resources, and authority... are guaranteed to be no worse than those of the Just family."

Ian picked up his teacup, took a sip, and found the tea to be warm with a slight numbing sensation characteristic of thunder.

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Lu." He put down his teacup, his voice calm.

"But I still have some things to take care of with the Just family."

"Furthermore... I've only recently advanced in my cultivation, and I need time to solidify my understanding of the rules."

"For the time being... there are no plans to move."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Lucian's eyes, but it was quickly masked by a smile.

"I understand, I understand." He laughed and dropped the subject.

The two chatted for a few more minutes before Ian got up to say goodbye.

"That's fine for today, I need to rush back to East City. Next time the city lord comes to East City, you can come directly to me."

"Alright, I'll see you off."

Lucian stood up and personally escorted Ian to the teleportation array.

As he was leaving, he patted Ian on the shoulder.

"Come again often. The gates of Stormwind will always be open for you."

"Thank you, brother. I'll definitely come over often when I have time."

After Ian nodded his thanks, he stepped into the teleportation array. A magical light shone, and his figure vanished instantly.

"Sigh! Staying with the Just family... I don't have the freedom I have here."

Beside the teleportation array, Lucian sighed inwardly, then turned and returned to the city lord's mansion.

Late at night, East City, number seven Wisteria Lane.

In the living room, the crystal lamps were dimmed to their lowest setting.

The dim, yellowish light fell on the old sofa, highlighting its worn texture.

Ian sat on the sofa, gently stroking Gaga's little head with his palm.

The little guy curled up on his knees, a ball of black fluff.

The feathers gleamed with a dark silver luster in the dim light, and the wings were tightly folded together.

"Ian..." There was a hint of somberness in its childish voice.

"Are we... about to get busy again?"

"Yes, the path of a wizard is not yet over, so how can I rest? As long as you are with me, I will not be lonely."

Ian gently picked up Gaga and held it close to his chest.

"I'll be very busy for a while, so you need to make the most of your time to solidify your cultivation level and improve your strength."

Gaga raised her head, her silver eyes staring at his face.

"What are you going to do, guarding the altar again?"

Ian's voice was soft, but clear.

"To become stronger quickly, you must continuously embark on... journeys to other worlds."

How was he able to advance to the third-level Grand Wizard in such a short time?

Countless people have struggled for hundreds of years to finally advance at this threshold.

The feedback from his single projection is equivalent to their hundreds of years of hard work and accumulation.

Gaga scratched his knee with her little paws. "Are we going...to a very far place again?"

"It's just a projection. I'll still be here, but I probably won't have much time to go out."

Ian gently comforted Gaga, rubbing its fluffy body.

"This time might be a little different. I need to be prepared and not rush things like the first time."

"I'll keep an eye on things outside for you." The little guy nodded vigorously.

"Within six months... I'll definitely reach the late-stage of Tier 2!"

"I believe you." Ian smiled, his eyes gentle.

He got up and walked to the window, looking out at the dark night sky.

A few stars twinkled faintly through the gaps in the clouds, yet their presence was unwavering.

"Everything is ready."

The pollution in Titu has stabilized and there's no need to worry. Gaga has just advanced to the mid-stage and needs time to consolidate. Edel's position as clan leader has already been secured.

For the time being, he need not worry about anything... It's time.

The next morning.

Ian went down to the third underground level and activated the three-layer isolation magic array.

A pale silver curtain of light rose from the corner of the wall, enveloping the entire space.

He walked to the entrance of the tunnel he had dug earlier, jumped down, and the law of gravity activated, causing his body to slowly sink.

Fifty meters, one hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters... two hundred meters.

With each descent, a layer of the witch array patterns on the rock wall would light up.

Three layers stacked together, isolating everything.

Beneath our feet lies a spherical space with a diameter of 100 meters. The rock walls are as smooth as a mirror, with three layers of silver witch array patterns flowing across their surface.

At the very center, the brand-new altar stands silently.

Ian walked to the altar, raised his hand and gently touched the edge of the altar. It was cold, hard, and carried the slight chill unique to the void.

"This time, the passage will be more stable than ever before."

He muttered to himself, a glint of shrewdness in his eyes.

"The gains and the dangers... will be greater than ever before."

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and let his mental energy sink into the depths of his spiritual sea.

The silver crystal rotated slowly, with three rings of starlight hovering quietly around it.

The power of the divine body of order flowed silently within him.

"Let's begin."

He opened his eyes and gently touched the center of the altar with his fingertip.

With a hum, the complex runes on the surface of the altar lit up one by one.

It spreads outward from the center, like ripples spreading outward in circles.

The dark silver light grew stronger and stronger, eventually coalescing into a swirling vortex.

Deep within the vortex lies endless void.

With a slight thought, Ian activated the Two Realms Phase Meter at full power.

A golden light shone from his fingertip, within which lay the contract runes of the [Phase Soul Weaving Technique].

This is a "seed" he had prepared long ago, just waiting... to find a suitable world.

"Go."

He whispered.

With a flick of the fingertip, the golden light transformed into a stream of light and shot into the vortex.

In an instant, it vanished.

The vortex at the center of the altar slowly rotated as spiritual energy was injected into it.

A dark silver light began to surge, like boiling water.

Ian's mental energy probed into the depths of the void through the phase channel.

Passing through layers of spatial folds, through distorted energy turbulence, and through the frigid vacuum zone.

Like a thin thread, stretching further and further into the darkness...

I don't know how much time passed.

Suddenly, he sensed it.

In the extremely distant void, three faint "points of light" responded to his call.

These are three...desperate souls sending out distress signals into the void as they face death.

Now, the signal has been captured by the altar and transmitted back.

Ian's thoughts slowly approached the first nearest point of light.

"There are no supernatural powers here?"

He frowned slightly, his mind following the fluctuations of that soul, probing into that world and scanning it quickly.

Mountains, rivers, cities, people...

There were no extraordinary fluctuations, no manifestation of rules, no wizards, no monsters...

It's just a purely... mundane world.

"Completely unsuitable."

Ian withdrew his thoughts and turned to the second point of light.

This distance is a bit far, but it's still within an acceptable range.

The thought has just touched the world's barrier.

boom!

An indescribable pressure descended from the infinite heights!

Like a giant mountain, it crashed heavily onto Ian's consciousness!

Ian "saw" it.

Beyond the world's barriers, deep in the void... floats a pair of indifferent and ruthless eyes.

Its eyes were enormous, and deep within its pupils were reflected the birth and death of stars and the cycle of planes.

There were no emotions, no fluctuations.

It was just... a pure "gaze".

But it was this gaze that made Ian's soul tremble violently.

Warning signs exploded wildly, like countless needles piercing the depths of consciousness simultaneously.

"What the hell is that?!"

Ian turned pale with fright and instantly severed the connection!

The golden light jolted back into his mind from that world barrier, like being electrocuted.

He was panting heavily, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and his back was soaked through.

"That feeling...it doesn't feel like the will of the world!"

He was still shaken and dared not look in that direction again.

The level of those eyes... was too high, so high that... he simply couldn't comprehend it.

Fortunately, the other party seemed to be just "passing by" and did not give chase.

Otherwise... Ian dared not imagine the consequences.

He steadied himself and turned his attention to the third point of light.

The furthest distance, yet the clearest perception, the instant when the mind touches the world's barrier.

hum!

A peculiar "resonance" emanated from the barrier.

Like a certain frequency, it resonated subtly with his spiritual power.

"Strange, how come the world connected through the resonance of the Abyss Altar has no abyssal aura?"

Ian increased his mental energy input and carefully sensed the surroundings.

Inside the opposite world, energy is abundant and extraordinary factors are extremely active.

The city is filled with towering buildings, crisscrossed by roads, and the mountains and rivers reveal a clear sense of order. The forests are home to countless strange creatures...

"How can the rules of this world be so obvious?"

Furthermore, the structure of these cities is so similar to the blue planet deep in my memory!

But he knew... this wasn't his home planet, Earth.

He suppressed his excitement and continued to sense, discovering several hidden, powerful auras.

"Level four? Or level five... It's impossible to determine since we're separated by two realms."

However, the upper limit of this world seems acceptable, probably around the fifth level of the Radiant Moon.

Ian was certain.

"You're the one. Go now."

The golden light at his fingertips, carrying the pre-prepared contract, flashed by and plunged into the vortex.

The altar trembled violently, and the dark silver light surged wildly.

It almost broke through the three layers of the witch array's blockade!

At the center of the vortex, an incredibly clear soul connection... extends from a distant otherworld.

Like an invisible thread, it passes through the void, through the barriers of the world, and through endless distance.

It is firmly tied to the depths of Ian's soul.

The passage was officially established, and the [Phase Weaving Soul Technique] began to operate silently.

Ian slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light in them.

"The new world...I'm here."

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