Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Wei Song held his palm up, and a ball of blazing white light condensed and expanded to the size of a fist.

With a wave of his arm, the ball of light rose high into the sky and exploded.

Endless light poured down, like a giant brush, washing away the last remaining shadows and filth within a three-thousand-meter radius, turning everything pure white.

The hissing sound of purification was incessant.

With each thermonuclear explosion, the concentration of contaminants within the fissure decreases by an order of magnitude.

The cultists' camp had long since turned to ashes, leaving not even a trace.

It was completely vaporized during the first explosion.

What remains now are the more hidden and stubborn pollutants.

It penetrates deep into the earth, wraps around the edges of spatial rifts, and like roots, it penetrates into the origin of this rifted world.

But Wei Song has patience, and... enough heat energy.

He closed his eyes, activated his thermal sensing to its full potential, and the world in his field of vision transformed into a temperature distribution map.

Most of the area is a fiery white, indicating that it has been purified.

But deep underground, there are several dark red "lesions" that, like festering wounds, are slowly wriggling.

"The eighth one..." Wei Song murmured to himself, raising his hand again.

The sphere of light condensed, rose into the air, and exploded.

This time, he adjusted the angle of the explosion to make the light more penetrating.

Like performing surgery on a patient, it precisely cuts into the ground hundreds of meters deep.

Zizizi!

The dark red lesion struggled violently, with thick black smoke billowing from its surface.

Soon, under the terrifying heat, it melted, dissipated, and vanished into nothingness.

Five minutes later, the light from the twenty-third thermonuclear explosion went out.

Wei Song stood still, his senses spreading like a tide.

Scan every inch of land, every breath of air, every energy fluctuation.

No, not even a trace of the abyss remained.

The entire space was left with only a pure, "blank" area purified by the high temperature.

The air became scorching hot, carrying the earthy smell of burning.

The earth turned grayish-white, like clay that had been fired at high temperatures, its surface as smooth as a mirror.

The sky was still leaden gray, but the oppressive "malice" had vanished, leaving only a deathly silence.

"It's over..." Wei Song let out a long sigh.

Deep within the chest cavity, the tiny thermonuclear core slowly rotated, radiating warmth.

The continuous release of thermonuclear explosions more than ten times consumed a great deal of energy, but it was still within a controllable range.

He was about to leave when suddenly...

boom!!!

Deep within the earth, a muffled rumble came, as if some enormous creature was turning over in the depths of the earth's crust!

"This is... space itself is trembling!"

Wei Song's pupils contracted slightly, and he abruptly turned to look in the direction of the epicenter.

There, he had just bombarded with a thermonuclear explosion, creating a giant crater a hundred meters in diameter, with magma still flowing at the bottom.

But now, the magma has boiled!

It bubbled and bubbled, then burst open, releasing a gray mist.

The fog began to condense, growing thicker and thicker, until it finally solidified into... a black thread.

The silk thread was only as thick as a hair and less than an inch long.

The moment the thread takes shape, the surrounding space suddenly freezes!

The air seemed to be compressed and frozen, and the temperature dropped sharply, from scorching hot to bone-chilling cold.

The ground tremors stopped, the lava flow ceased, and the ash in the air was frozen in place.

Time... seemed to have been paused.

Wei Song discovered that his body was no longer able to move, suppressed by a higher level of "rules".

Like ants facing mountains, like mortals looking up at gods, even their thinking becomes slow and sluggish.

"This is the last stand, I knew it... it wouldn't be that easy!"

Deep within its pupils, orange-red light flickered wildly, attempting to break free.

But the oppressive aura emanating from the black threads surpassed that of any of the polluters he had encountered before.

Level 5 Legendary? No... far beyond that.

This is suppression at the very source of the world!

The black thread floated slowly in the air, like a sentient hair.

It "looked" at Wei Song with curiosity, greed, and a certain... excitement of being a "kindred spirit".

The filament has no eyes, but Wei Song can feel that he is being "watched".

Suddenly, the black silk blurred for a moment, and space distorted slightly.

One moment it was thousands of meters away, the next it was already three inches in front of Wei Song's brow!

Wei Song felt a chill run down his spine, and a sense of dread instantly erupted in his mind.

He could clearly see that the surface of the silk thread was covered with countless fine, twisted runes.

Each rune exudes the chaotic aura unique to the abyss.

"This wisp of abyssal energy... is the key to the formation of this new rift!"

Wei Song instantly realized that the cultists had built an altar in an attempt to tear open the rift.

But the real "source of the fissure" is this thread.

It should be a wisp of the world's origin that has been eroded and polluted by the abyss in the opposite world.

The black thread trembled slightly, and then... began to burrow into Wei Song's brow!

Wei Song instinctively wanted to resist, but his body was unable to move; he couldn't even move a finger.

I watched helplessly as the black thread touched the skin between my eyebrows.

Hiss! A bone-chilling coldness came over me, like a fine icy needle piercing my brow.

Then came the eerie "sense of fusion," like a foreign object forcibly squeezing into the brain and the depths of the soul.

Wei Song's consciousness began to waver, his vision gradually distorted, and the gray and white world around him faded away.

What appeared before my eyes was a scene of a shattered world.

The sky was torn apart, with countless crisscrossing spatial cracks filling the sky.

The earth was corrupted, its surface covered with a constantly writhing black fungal carpet.

The fungal carpet was covered with countless twisted, coral-like black structures.

At the top of the structure, there are clusters of dark purple flowers, and in the center of the petals are tiny, constantly moving eyes.

In the distance, some... building ruins could be vaguely seen, their style unlike that of the Xuanhuang humans.

Fine black spores floated in the air.

Further away, you can see some "people," or rather, people who were once people.

They wore tattered clothes that were unrecognizable, their skin was ashen, and their eyes were sunken.

A dark red light flickered deep within his pupils, and he wandered slowly through the ruins like a walking corpse.

Occasionally, they would stop and look up at the sky.

There was no hope or fear in their eyes, only numb despair.

Wei Song was greatly shocked. Is this what the other world looks like?

A world whose size is comparable to Xuanhuang Star, but which has been completely corrupted by the abyss.

The few remaining humans are still struggling, but... there is no hope left.

His "gaze" continued to extend, through ruins, through fungal carpets, through the black ocean...

Ultimately, it remained in the deepest part of the world.

There, there exists an indescribable "being".

It has no form and no boundaries.

Only the purest pollution, and... carrying millions of years of accumulated resentment and madness.

"Alas! The world's will, utterly distorted by the abyss!"

He also noticed Wei Song's spying and "looked" over.

In an instant, Wei Song felt as if countless cold, fine needles were piercing his soul.

"To merge...to become one..."

"Join...Eternity..."

The insane babbling exploded deep within his consciousness; this was pollution at the level of the soul!

Wei Song's will began to blur, his memories faded, his self dissipated, and his soul was... assimilated.

Like a drop of ink falling into clear water, it quickly spreads and diffuses.

He "saw" his hands, and dark purple lines began to appear under his skin, spreading rapidly.

He could "hear" his own heartbeat, the rhythm becoming chaotic, as if being torn apart by countless hands at the same time.

He "felt" that his thoughts were beginning to split, distort, and go mad...

"I want to...become..."

The last clear thought, just before it was completely swallowed up.

boom!!!

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, the silent panel suddenly trembled!

At the edge of vision, scarlet handwriting cascaded down like a waterfall of blood.

[Abyssal erosion detected...]

[Erosion Source Level: Level 5]

[Warning: A fragment of the world's will has been detected as contaminated...]

[Activate high-level purification process...]

hum! ! !

A silver vortex suddenly formed in the center of the mind's sea.

The vortex spun at an extreme speed, emitting a piercing buzzing sound.

A point of pure white light shone from the core of the vortex, the light so pure as to be completely devoid of any other properties.

This is... the manifestation of order.

White light touched the black threads.

hiss! ! !

A deafening roar, so piercing it defied description, exploded in the mind's eye!

This is no ordinary sound; it is a lament at the level of the rules.

The black threads struggled frantically, trying to escape.

But the white light surged up like a tide, completely engulfing and enveloping the silk threads, accompanied by a constant hissing sound of corrosion.

The runes on the silk threads crumbled, shattered, and dissipated one by one in the light of order...

Finally, it transformed into a wisp of... pure golden light.

The light filaments were very thin and weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, but inside, the essence of the world flowed.

Purification complete, absorption begins...

The panel prompt reappeared.

The silver vortex slowly rotated, completely swallowing that wisp of golden light.

The panel absorbed the light very quickly. A moment later, the light filaments disappeared, and the vibration subsided.

[Absorption complete, rule database updated...]

[New Additions: Corrupted World Rules Structure (Fragment), Abyss Erosion Mode (Level 5), World Origin Transformation Path (Incomplete)]

Wei Song suddenly opened his eyes, and the words at the corner of his eye slowly faded away.

Deep within his pupils, an orange-red light flickered violently, carrying the trembling of someone who had survived a catastrophe.

"Phew...that was dangerous!"

He let out a long breath, looked down at his hands, and saw that the skin was clean and without any dark purple lines.

My heartbeat is stable, my rhythm is normal, my thinking is clear, and I feel whole.

Everything that just happened... felt like a brief nightmare.

But deep inside his chest, the frequency of the thermonuclear pulsation increased by three points compared to before.

He sensed that... after the black stockings were "digested" by the panel, it gave back something different.

It is neither energy control nor a perception of rules.

It's like a thin "coating" covering the surface of the soul.

It makes the soul and the world... more "in sync".

"The origin of the world... it's a really good thing."

Wei Song muttered to himself in a low voice, his voice hoarse.

"This wisp should be the torn origin of the world, but unfortunately... it has been completely corrupted by the abyss."

He recalled that final, piercing scream, a sound no human could make.

It's more like... the world itself is wailing.

"Panel...purify the polluted essence of the world, then absorb..."

He suppressed the surging thoughts of greed for the time being; there were more important things to do right now.

Rumble!!!

The entire fissure space began to tremble and collapse violently.

The leaden gray of the sky began to fade, revealing the void of darkness behind it.

The earth cracked, and deep within the cracks was not magma, but... spatial turbulence.

The grayish-white soil began to weather, turning into fine dust that drifted into nothingness.

The grayish-white soil began to weather, turning into fine dust that drifted into nothingness.

The energy concentration in the air dropped sharply, as it was drawn away by the void.

Wei Song's pupils contracted. "The rift... is about to be annihilated."

Newly formed fissures, having lost the support of the world's origin, naturally cannot be sustained.

He suddenly looked up towards the entrance.

There, the originally distorted spatial passage is rapidly shrinking!

Only one last, faint crack remained.

"Holy shit!"

Wei Song cursed under his breath, and his figure transformed into a streak of blazing white light!

The speed soared to its limit, tearing the air apart and producing a sharp, explosive sound.

The ground beneath my feet is collapsing, and the space behind me is shrinking, like an invisible giant hand crushing this world.

Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters... getting closer and closer to the entrance.

But the spatial passage is now only the size of a fist!

Wei Song gritted his teeth, and the heat core deep in his chest cavity spun wildly, its speed increasing dramatically once again.

Like a shooting star traveling in reverse, it hurtles towards the closing crack.

In the instant the gap shrank to the size of an egg.

With a pop, Wei Song felt as if he had passed through a thin membrane.

Looking around again, the gray sky disappeared, and the dark red earth vanished.

Before me stretched a verdant valley, and the fresh air filled my nostrils, carrying the scents of grass, trees, and earth.

Sunlight streamed through the clouds, warming my face.

"Sōji!"

"Commander Wei is out!"

Anxious shouts came from all directions.

Zhou Zhen led his team over, his face full of worry.

"Sōji, are you alright? Just now inside..."

"I'm fine." Wei Song waved his hand, his voice returning to calm.

"The rift has been purified, the cultists of the 'Word of the Abyss' have been cleansed, and now... the rift is being annihilated."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rock wall behind him began to melt, as if it had been erased by an eraser.

Rocks, moss, soil... all transformed from "existence" into "nothingness".

Soon, the rock face returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

"That's it? It's over?" Zhou Zhen's mouth dropped open, his eyes wide with shock.

"Once the pollution is cleaned up, it will naturally end." Wei Song nodded and turned to walk towards the group.

He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped, but then continued walking as if nothing had happened.

A golden light suddenly flashed deep within his pupils, then quickly vanished without a trace.

Wei Song suppressed his excitement and kept a calm expression.

Something appeared in my mind without me even realizing it: a golden mark.

The mark is very small, only the size of a grain of rice, shaped like a simplified star, and radiates a warm luster.

It contains... the essence of the world.

At the same time, the panel reappears at the edge of the field of vision.

[Having discovered the imprint of the world's origin, should it be erased?]

The handwriting was pale gold, with a mechanical tone.

"No!" Wei Song hurriedly denied in his heart.

Are you kidding me? This is the original mark of the world!

If he were to be mercilessly erased from the panel, he would be devastated.

"Hey! The method for removing the cracks really works!"

He took a deep breath, calmed his wildly beating heart, and excused himself to walk aside.

With your back to everyone, close your eyes and concentrate your mental energy to perceive.

The mark floated silently, and from the depths of my soul came an unprecedented sense of intimacy.

It's like... coming home.

Wei Song opened his eyes and looked around. The once ordinary valley scenery had become different.

The grass swayed in the wind, and the veins of each leaf were clearly visible.

The textures on the rock surface, like natural runes, contain the rhythm of the earth.

The stream in the distance murmurs, its sound carrying a certain rhythmic resonance.

The energy particles in the air are no longer chaotic, but like living fireflies, slowly rising and falling along some mysterious trajectory.

The whole world, in his eyes... came "alive".

"So, there's this kind of benefit..." Wei Song murmured to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips. .

"He seems... to have the air of a chosen one."

He clenched his fist, and the temperature of his palm rose slightly.

He didn't actively manipulate things; rather, the world's rules were "cooperating" with him.

Just like fish swimming in water and birds flying in the sky, it's natural, smooth, and effortless.

"Now that the mark is in hand... the biggest obstacle to teleporting the main body has been overcome."

A burning desire flashed in Wei Song's eyes.

"Once I advance to Legendary... we'll see how well the Wizarding World prepares."

He turned and walked back to the group, his face regaining its composure, while the frequency of the thermonuclear pulsation deep in his chest doubled compared to before.

at the same time.

The Wizarding World, the underground laboratory at No. 7 Wisteria Lane.

Ian sat cross-legged in front of the altar, his eyes slightly closed, looking at the panel.

Gravity rule: 39%, purification rule: 21%, time rule: 6%.

There is still a considerable gap to reach 50%.

But he wasn't in a hurry. The panel's 300% permanent bonus, plus the continuous feedback from the projector...

Compared to other wizards, this speed is already considered incredibly fast.

Just then, the arcane mark belonging to Lucian in his mental sea suddenly lit up!

A deep, resonant voice entered his consciousness directly through the mark.

"Brother Ian! I'm back! This demiplane exploration was quite fruitful!"

"I've got the Void Core and Phase Core you needed... plus some unexpected surprises."

Lucian's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Ian suddenly opened his eyes, and a slow smile appeared on his lips.

"Lucian, you're finally back."