Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Early morning, at the Jiangzhou Administration Headquarters Square.

Ian stood in front of three modified armored off-road vehicles, with Zhou Zhen and ten team members standing straight behind him.

They were all masters and elites, and each of them wore an expression of excitement and awe.

"Advisor Yin, everyone has arrived," Zhou Zhen stepped forward and reported loudly.

Ian's gaze swept over the crowd, sensing the type of each person's superpower, and he nodded to himself.

The combination of energy, enhancement, mental, and healing elements is quite reasonable.

"Get in." He opened the passenger door of the first car and got in.

Zhou Zhen was stunned for a moment, then quickly climbed into the driver's seat.

The convoy started up, drove out of the management office gate, and sped towards the Black Dragon Mountains in the northwest.

The carriage was quiet, with only the roar of the engine and the rustling of the tires over the road.

Ian closed his eyes slightly, his mental energy already spreading to a radius of ten kilometers.

The laws of gravity outline the contours of the terrain, the laws of thermal energy sense changes in temperature, and the laws of purification capture every trace of abyssal aura in the air.

"Advisor Yin..."

Zhou Zhen gripped the steering wheel, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.

"According to intelligence from headquarters, this rift is also a newly formed rift, but the energy fluctuations have already reached level four."

"Maybe they'll reach level five and give birth to a legendary aberration. The strongest member of our squad, me, is only at mid-level three. Could it be...?"

He didn't say the words "holding others back," but the meaning was clear.

Ian opened his eyes. "You guys are in charge of scouting the perimeter and dealing with the grunts. Leave the rest to me."

Zhou Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. Since Yin Chuanqi said so, then there was no problem.

The carriage fell silent once again.

Two hours later, on the outskirts of the Black Dragon Mountains, the convoy stopped at the end of an abandoned road.

Ahead lay a range of black mountains, and the air carried a faint smell of sulfur.

"Advisor Yin, we've arrived." Zhou Zhen stopped the car and opened the door.

The team members quickly got off the vehicle and checked their equipment with practiced ease.

Ian stood beside the car, his gaze fixed on the depths of the mountains, where the sky looked strangely different.

It wasn't a normal blue, but rather contained a hint of dark purple.

"Energy is leaking from the fissure and has already begun to pollute the external environment."

He muttered to himself, fully activating his gravity perception.

The air within a 5,000-meter radius suddenly distorted, light bent, and dust stopped.

The outline of the mountains, the density of the rocks, the cracks underground, and what was hidden in the shadows—everything appeared clearly in my mind.

"At three o'clock, there are two polluters two kilometers away; at nine o'clock, there is one more in a tree hole; and on the back of the ridgeline, there are five moving."

Ian quietly announced the locations of all the aberrations within five kilometers.

Zhou Zhen's pupils contracted. He hadn't sensed anything; the location was too far away, exceeding the sensory limits of a grandmaster.

"Yes, we'll clean it up immediately."

"Go ahead," Ian nodded, his tone flat.

Zhou Zhen waved his hand, and nine team members behind him darted out like cheetahs.

Three minutes later.

Several short screams were heard from different places, but when the team members returned, they were not covered in blood.

"Advisor Yin, the cleanup is complete."

Zhou Zhen's face lit up with joy. Following Legend was great; he no longer needed to be so careful.

Although those sentries were well hidden, Advisor Yin simply glanced at them and pointed out their locations.

"Keep going." Ian strode into the depths of the mountains, and Zhou Zhen quickly led his men to follow.

The further you go in, the stronger the smell of sulfur becomes, and the air becomes thicker.

Dark red moss began to appear on the ground, and occasionally some twisted plants could be seen, without leaves, only black, wriggling branches.

"This is vegetation unique to fissures..." a team member said in a low voice, his expression solemn.

"It has already spread to the surrounding plants, so it seems that the contamination of the cracks is much more serious than expected."

Ian didn't stop. He walked to a twisted plant, and a pale golden light emanated from his fingertips as he activated the purification rules.

Zizi!

Black smoke billowed from the plant's surface, and it quickly withered, carbonized, and turned into a handful of ashes.

Ian pointed his fingertip at an unpurified plant, activating [Original Blood Tracing] to analyze its internal structure.

"It's similar to the Abyss Corruption in the Wizarding World, but it manifests differently."

"The pollution here is more active, like a completely new parasite."

He muttered to himself, and a flash of golden light appeared in his palm, turning it to ashes.

Half an hour later, the team arrived at the entrance to a valley.

The valley was shrouded in a dark purple mist, reducing visibility to less than ten meters, and carrying a pungent, fishy stench.

"Be on guard!" Zhou Zhen shouted in a low voice, and the team members quickly dispersed into a battle formation.

Ian stood at the front of the group, his gaze piercing through the mist into the valley.

There were several three-meter-tall mutants there, with grayish skin and covered with dark purple pustules.

The arms mutated into bone blades, and the spine pierced the skin, forming hideous bone spurs.

"There are five Level 3 aberrations and three cult members. Judging from the insignia on their chests, they belong to the Longevity Cult."

"One third-level deacon and two second-level followers."

Ian reiterated the number and strength of the enemy.

"Zhou Zhen, you take two fire-type ability users to draw attention from the front, an ice-type user to control from the side, and an enhancement-type user to flank and ambush from behind."

"Psychic magic interferes with cultists' spellcasting, while healing magic is always ready."

Zhou Zhen paused for half a second, then reacted, "Yes!"

The team members sprang into action like precision machinery, and the battle erupted in an instant.

Fireballs roared out and crashed into the aberrations, spreading frost and restricting their movement.

The enhanced type charged out like a cannonball, its bone blades colliding with bone spikes, producing a deafening clang of metal against metal.

The cultist began chanting incantations, and dark purple energy condensed in his palm, but the next second, a mental interference wave struck.

The incantation was interrupted, and the cultist groaned as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The whole process was smooth and seamless, with excellent teamwork.

Soon, all five Level 3 Aberrations fell to the ground, and the three cultists were captured alive.

The team members only had minor injuries, which healed quickly under the green light of the healing system.

"Beautiful!" Zhou Zhen couldn't help but roar, his face showing excitement.

Such efficient scheduling and coordination was something I never dared to imagine before.

"Consultant Yin, what's wrong...?"

He turned to look at Ian, wanting to ask how he knew so much about the team's abilities.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back. Perhaps the perception of a legendary expert was truly terrifying.

Ian offered no explanation, but walked up to the three subdued cultists, his gaze falling on the insignia on their chests.

The design features twisted vines entwined around a skull.

A psychic stepped forward to interrogate him, his voice carrying a seductive power.

"What are you doing?"

The cult member's eyes were unfocused and his lips were trembling.

"Sacrifice... Sacrifice... Summoning the great being... Tearing open the rift... Welcoming the coming of my Lord..."

The other party's fragmented words pieced together the general truth.

The Longevity Cult wanted to use blood sacrifice to forcibly expand the rift and summon a more powerful being.

"Where is the entrance to the fissure?"

"At...the deepest part...the altar..."

After the cultist finished speaking, his head lolled to the side and he completely lost consciousness.

The psychic withdrew his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Advisor Yin, there are restrictions on their souls. If you continue to question them, they will explode."

Ian nodded and looked into the depths of the valley.

The fog thickened, and the dark purple energy seemed poised to boil and run rampant.

"You stay here and clean up the rest. I'll go in alone."

Zhou Zhen was alarmed. "Advisor Yin, should we... notify headquarters?"

"The situation inside is not good; it's too late."

Ian interrupted him, stepped into the mist, and a glint of golden light flashed deep in his pupils.

As they entered the fog, their figures gradually blurred and disappeared into the dark purple mist.

Inside the fissure.

An altar made of black rocks stands in the open space. The altar is ten meters high and its surface is covered with twisted runes.

In the center of the altar, a dark purple crystal the size of a millstone floats, emanating an extremely dense abyssal aura.

Hundreds of black-robed cultists knelt around the altar.

They chanted obscure incantations in low voices, their sounds coalescing into a buzzing wave.

At the very front of the altar stood three figures.

The person in the middle is wearing a dark gold robe, and the vines on the emblem on his chest are blood red.

This person was the only legendary figure present, and also the Pope of the Longevity Cult.

The two people behind him were wearing purple bishop robes and exuded the aura of peak Grandmasters.

"The ceremony is almost over."

The Pope looked excited and looked up at the sky above the altar.

There, a dark purple crack was slowly expanding, and through the crack, one could vaguely see a scene of another world.

A dark red sky, a black earth, twisted building ruins, and countless scarlet eyes.

"The Lord is watching over us..." the Pope said, his voice fervent as he opened his arms.

"Once the rift is torn open, the Lord's will will descend, and the entire Black Dragon Mountain Range will become our paradise!"

The two bishops behind him echoed in unison, "For the glory of our Lord!"

The cultists beneath the altar chanted with even greater fervor, as dark purple energy surged from their bodies, flowing into the altar and infusing the crystals.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and the cracks expanded faster and faster.

Just then.

"Gah!"

A sharp bird cry interrupted the cultists' frenzied sacrifice.

From within the dark purple mist, a black shadow darted out like lightning, sweeping past the outermost cultists.

puff!puff!puff!

Three heads shot into the sky, blood splattered, and the cultists' chanting came to an abrupt halt.

"Enemy attack!"

A bishop shouted, conjuring a purplish-black energy ball in his palm and hurling it at the shadowy figure.

But the shadowy figure had already vanished, merging into the mist, and reappeared on the other side the next second, with three streaks of blood-red light flashing.

"Shadow creature!"

A flash of anger crossed the Pope's face as he raised his right hand, and dark purple energy gradually gathered.

"Find it for me!"

But the shadow was too fast, like a real shadow, weaving and leaping through the mist, constantly flashing.

Each time it appears, it takes away several lives.

The cultists began to panic, the incantations broke down, and the ritual energy became unstable.

"Don't stop! Keep it steady!"

With a roar, the Pope unleashed a torrent of energy that transformed into countless tentacles, reaching out to grab the shadowy figure.

But it was all in vain; the shadowy figure always managed to dodge in advance, as if it could predict the attack.

The Pope's eyes narrowed sharply. "This is no ordinary shadow creature; someone is controlling it!"

He suddenly looked up at the sky.

Above the mist, a figure appeared out of nowhere, wearing a dark blue uniform, with black hair and black eyes, and a calm expression.

"How could a legend have been attracted so quickly?" The Pope thought bitterly, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

Above the mist, a figure appeared out of nowhere, wearing a dark blue uniform, with black hair and black eyes, and a calm expression.

"How could a legend have been attracted so quickly?" The Pope thought bitterly, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

"Who is this esteemed guest? Why are you disturbing our sacrificial ceremony?"

Ian looked down at the crystal on the altar, and deep in his pupils, the five-colored star trails began to spin faster.

"Huh! There seems to be a wisp of corrupted essence inside?"

His eyes immediately lit up with a green light; this was a good thing. He didn't care at all about the pollution and decay on it.

"Hehe, go hunt on the outskirts, don't let a single one escape."

Then, a dark shadow flashed, and the hunting operation resumed.

With a slight thought, Ian unleashed the gravitational laws, causing the air within a radius of ten thousand meters to suddenly freeze.

The runes on the altar dimmed instantly, and the rate at which the cracks expanded began to stop.

"Ugh!"

Countless agonizing screams rang out, accompanied by the dense sound of bones breaking, as the cultists' bodies were crushed and pressed tightly against the ground.

"What... kind of superpower is this?"

The Pope's expression changed drastically, and dark purple energy surged out wildly, forming a protective shield in an attempt to counteract gravity.

But it was of no use; the gravitational field was like a giant net, permeating everything and tightening more and more.

"We've prepared for this for so many years, how can the ceremony fail! Absolutely not!"

He roared to the sky, his hands rapidly forming hand seals, and in the center of the altar, the dark purple crystal shone brightly.

Communication resumed, but the rift continued to widen.

Ian looked at him with disdain, "Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

He loosely clenched his right hand, and deep within his chest cavity, the crimson light core began to spin, its speed increasing rapidly.

The temperature began to climb, to a thousand degrees, ten thousand degrees, a hundred thousand degrees...

The heat emitted by the light core is firmly locked inside by the gravitational field, with not a trace leaking out.

But the surrounding air began to distort, and the light began to bend.

"To die beneath the star's core... is also a kind of happiness."

Ian tossed it downwards, and a ball of pure light fell to the ground.

Wherever the light passed, the air was ionized, and the fog evaporated instantly.

The runes on the altar, upon contact with light, melted silently, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

The dark purple crystal trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared on its surface.

Hundreds of cult members were stripped away without even a scream, their skin, muscles, bones, and internal organs peeled away layer by layer, leaving not even ashes behind.

The two bishops desperately tried to erect an energy shield, but they only lasted for half a breath before the blazing white light pierced through their bodies.

"ah!!!"

The dark purple robe turned to ashes, revealing the deformed body beneath, which then began to vaporize.

The Pope also let out a miserable howl, as dark golden energy surged out wildly, condensing into a thick shield in front of him.

The shield's surface was covered with twisted runes, exuding a strong aura of the abyss.

The beam of light struck the shield, and the shield quickly melted away.

"No! I'm a legend, how can I die here..."

The Pope's pupils contracted, and for the first time, fear appeared on his face.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"My lord... grant me strength!"

He roared to the sky, and his body began to deform.

The skin cracked open, and dark purple tentacles emerged from the wound, causing the aura to surge.

From the early stages of the legend, it soared to the middle stages, and then... the later stages.

His mutation ability instantly elevated him two minor ranks, but at the cost of completely losing his sanity and becoming a puppet of the abyss.

"Gah!"

Gaa darted out of the mist and landed on Ian's shoulder, staring wide-eyed at the distorted pope below.

"Ian, how did you become so much stronger after turning into a monster!"

"This is the distorted power of the abyss; in reality, he is already dead."

The pillar of light in Ian's right hand dissipated, and he slowly landed, standing in front of the monster.

The distorted pope is no longer recognizable as human.

It has a ten-meter-tall body covered in dark purple armor, with six tentacles growing from its back, each end of which has a scarlet eyeball.

"Death...die..."

It roared, and six tentacles shot out simultaneously, like six javelins piercing Ian.

Ian didn't dodge; he simply raised his left hand, palm facing outward, and a pale golden purifying light burst forth.

Zizizi!

Black smoke rose from the surface of the whiskers, which then quickly ulcerated and disappeared.

"Aww!"

The mutated monster let out a painful roar, its tentacles retracted, and a viscous black liquid oozed from their tips.

When illuminated by the purifying light, a glimmer of clarity flashed in its scarlet eyes, but it was quickly overwhelmed by madness.

"Lord... will not let you go..."

Ian sneered, "Don't worry, I'll find it soon."

After he finished speaking, he raised his right hand again, but this time it was not a ball of light that gathered in his palm.

Instead, it was a...light spear.

The light spear is only one meter long, with a bright crimson flowing across its body. The space at the spear tip is slightly distorted, and the temperature bends even the light.

"I'll call you... Crimson Spear!"

Wei Song's signature skill has evolved again in his hands, becoming more than twice as powerful.

Ian thrust his right hand forward, and the Crimson Spear pierced through space, flying towards the Pope.

The aberrant pope was terrified and tried to escape, but his body was firmly locked in place by the gravitational field.

It roared again, its six tentacles flailing wildly in an attempt to stop it.

But it was all in vain; the Crimson Spear transformed into a streak of red light and instantly pierced through the tendrils.

puff!

"My lord..."

It opened its mouth as if to say something, but the terrifying heat contained in the star core had already erupted.

With a loud bang, his entire body turned to ashes in the intense heat.

With a slight thought, Ian's Crimson Spear dissipated, and he looked at the still unbroken crystal.

The spatial rift above the rift began to slowly contract due to the interruption of the ritual, but the process was very slow.

"It needs to be thoroughly purified..." Ian raised his right hand, activating the gravity rules.

An invisible force field enveloped the crystal, peeling it off the altar.

The crystal trembled violently, trying to resist, but the gravitational field, like an invisible giant hand, held it firmly.

At the edge of the field of vision, the panel vibrates silently.

[Fragment of the corrupted world's origin detected (Level 5)]

[Pollution level: 87%, Has it been purified?]

"Yes." Ian's thoughts settled.

A pale golden light shone from the panel surface, enveloping the crystal.

The crystal struggled violently, then with a silent roar, it quickly calmed down, the dark purple fading into a pure gold.

[Purification complete, beginning to absorb the world's essence...]

The panel notification flashed by, and then a trace of golden energy returned.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, five-colored light intertwined, frantically devouring the surging energy, and the progress bar began to jump.

Gravity rule: 52% → 53%.

Thermal energy rule: 47% → 48%.

Purification rule: 27% → 28%.

……

Every bit of growth represents a comprehensive improvement for Ian.

More importantly, the panel also provided him with a deeper "understanding" of the world's rules.

Ian could feel that his "fit" with the world had increased even further.

He withdrew his hand and looked at the spatial rift above the altar, which began to shrink rapidly as the primordial fragments were stripped away.

The entire fissure began to collapse.

"Hehe, it's time to go out."

Ian called out to Gaga in the shadows, then transformed into a streak of light and rushed toward the exit.

Outside, the dark purple mist in the valley began to slowly dissipate, and sunlight shone through the clouds, casting faint rays of light.

Ian appeared in a flash, his gaze sweeping across the valley.

"Advisor Yin, there are no problems outside, but inside... is it over?" Zhou Zhen walked over with his team.

"Hmm." Ian nodded and casually recounted the situation inside.

"Clean up the battlefield and collect the loot."

"Yes!" Zhou Zhen immediately led his men into action.

The way the team members looked at Ian had changed from a slightly unfamiliar awe to fanatical worship.

One level-five legend, two level-four peaks, hundreds of cultists... not even ashes remained.

With such ease, a cult that had plagued the world for two hundred years was completely wiped out.

Ian ignored their gazes, frowned, and realized that the world's bounty he had imagined had not materialized.

When Wei Song purified the rift, he obtained the World Mark, but this time he got nothing.

"Is it because...their souls share the same origin?" Ian wondered to himself.

His soul and Wei Song's soul share the same origin, and the world's will may regard him and Wei Song as one, so there was no duplicate reward.

Moreover, just like when Weisong purified the fissure last time, no source crystal veins were generated around it.

"It seems that the source of the Source Crystal Vein is the purified origin of the world."

A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, then a smile appeared on his face. "Very well, that suits me just fine."

Gaga landed on his shoulder, blinked its little eyes, and asked, "Ian, where do we go next?"

"Let's go back to Jiangzhou to collect the Source Crystal reward." Ian turned and headed towards the valley exit.

"Then...purify the next rift."

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