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Jiangzhou City, Wei Song's private cultivation room.

Ian sat cross-legged in the center of the room, with a layer of grayish-white powder scattered on the alloy floor in front of him.

This is the residue left after the source crystal was completely absorbed.

Three months, 132 fissures, not a single source crystal vein was formed, the panel swallowed the world's essence from each purification.

These origins, along with the source crystals that Wei Song had accumulated simultaneously, all transformed into brilliant light within Ian's spiritual sea.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the star trails deep in his pupils were several times more solid than they had been three months ago.

The innermost gravitational orbit, with its silvery-gray surface interspersed with fine crimson lines, resembles melting stars slowly flowing.

The progress has reached 63% as expected.

The second orbit of thermal stars is blood red, and tiny stars can be faintly seen pulsating inside. The progress has reached 61%.

The third lap of the purified star trails glows with a gentle yet firm pale golden light, and the progress is 52%.

These three rules constitute Ian's strongest approach.

As for the outermost time and Earth star trails, they are still relatively dim, but they have reached 15% and 20% respectively.

The five star orbits intertwine and resonate with each other, outlining a clearer and more fervent "star core" in the center of the spiritual sea.

Every slight tremor in the star core caused ripples in space.

"Phew..." Ian let out a long breath.

The air was hot, and the wind gently scattered the powder on the ground.

He clenched his fist, and a five-colored light flashed across his skin.

Power, an unprecedented power, surged within me.

It is not a simple accumulation of energy, but a "qualitative change" at the level of rules.

The fusion of gravity and thermal energy is even more profound, and the two are almost integrated within the framework of the "fiery star core".

After the purification rules exceeded the 50% threshold, the restraint on abyssal pollution reached a new level.

Although the time rule is the slowest, it can still affect a radius of 100 meters, accelerating or decelerating time by at least 30%.

The rules of the earth significantly enhanced his physical strength, defense, and recovery ability.

The strength of this divine body of order is now at least five times greater than it was three months ago.

"I never imagined that reaching the third level of wizardry would result in such a terrifying improvement!"

"How are you feeling?" Wei Song's voice came from the doorway.

He leaned against the door frame, the miniature star on his chest slowly rotating, radiating terrifying heat radiation.

Although it is only a projection of Ian, it cannot be as luxurious as Ian, absorbing a large amount of source crystals to enhance itself.

However, through the shared understanding of the rules through soul connection, his "thermocore" became more solid and intense, and his strength also increased accordingly.

"Very good, even better than expected."

Ian got up and stretched his neck, his bones making a slight popping sound.

"That's good then." Wei Song walked into the room and casually closed the door. "You heard the wind outside, didn't you?"

Ian walked to the window and looked down at the street.

"The Crimson Spear... the Ashbringer... heroes of the Great Yan!"

"But they purified so many rifts, why didn't they leave behind a single source crystal?"

"Please take care of the lower-class superhumans!"

"I heard that the higher-ups are already investigating..."

The murmurs were faint, but the tone was full of resentment.

With Ian's current perception, he can sense any movement within a radius of tens of kilometers.

This kind of whispered discussion is no different from shouting in his ear.

"Tch." Wei Song chuckled and walked to Ian's side, also looking out the window.

"A bunch of idiots who can't even purify the rifts themselves, yet they still want source crystals."

"Don't they realize that even without us, those fissures would still be spewing out mutants?"

Ian didn't reply, but listened quietly, his eyes calm like a deep pool.

Over the past three months, we've averaged 1.5 jobs per day—an efficiency that was unimaginable before.

In the two hundred years of the Great Yan Dynasty, only a little over three hundred fissures were purified in total.

In just three months, the two of them accomplished half the work of a great nation that would take two hundred years to complete.

The public is cheering, the higher-ups are on guard, and those in the shadows are envious—these are all perfectly normal reactions.

"What did Li Yan say?" Ian asked.

Wei Song shrugged. "What else can I say?"

They reassured us, saying those were just rumors and that we shouldn't take them to heart.

"On the one hand, they hinted that they hoped we would 'slow down a bit' and 'save some face' for the other legends."

"Should we save face for them?"

Ian's lips curled into a slight sneer. "Do they deserve it?"

According to information Wei Song obtained from high-level sources, the strongest individuals on Xuanhuang Star in the public eye are three late-stage legendary figures.

There were two leaders in the Great Yan Dynasty who were stationed in the capital and rarely appeared in public.

There is one member of the White-haired Elders Alliance, located far across the ocean, who basically doesn't get involved.

The remaining legends are mostly from the early stages, with very few from the mid-stages.

Someone like Wei Song, who has just broken through, can be ranked in the top 30 in the world on the surface, so his real strength is definitely not that low.

Not to mention Ian's own strength; how could such a weakling earn his respect?

Wei Song suddenly remembered something, and his expression became somewhat excited.

"Li Yan also mentioned something else: several small neighboring countries sent messages through diplomatic channels."

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How many ?"

"To purify a level four rift, you need ten complete source crystals; for a level five rift, you need at least one hundred."

Wei Song announced the figures, a glint of fervor flashing in his eyes, "And, half of it will be paid in advance."

Ian's pupils contracted slightly.

A single level-five rift yields one hundred complete source crystals; if this happens multiple times…

This is enough for him to push the rules of gravity and thermal energy to over 70%, or even approach 80%.

"Don't they have any legends in their country?"

"Yes, there are some, but very few." Wei Song walked to the table and picked up a document.

"In the south, 'Siam' only has one legendary figure in the early stages, barely enough to defend the capital."

"In the west, there are three 'India', but they are divided into factions and hinder each other."

"In the north, there are also three legends in 'Rus': two guarding the cracks in the Arctic Circle, and one retiring in Moscow."

"The worst off is 'Eastern Japan'. There isn't a single legend in the entire country, and there's a level four rift right next to the capital. Countless people have died there over the past two hundred years."

He put down the documents and looked at Ian. "The terms they offered are much more generous than those of the Great Yan Dynasty."

"After all... what use is a Source Crystal when you're about to lose your life?"

Ian was silent for a moment. "What's Li Yan's attitude?"

"What kind of attitude could he possibly have?" Wei Song laughed.

"Da Yan is just a 'connector,' not a 'commander.' We are legends; he has no say in where we want to go."

"It's just a reminder that we should be careful not to be used as pawns."

"Using me as a pawn?" Ian laughed.

"I've heard that several countries have a consistently poor credit history, so I'm actually quite looking forward to seeing what happens!"

He turned and walked to the center of the room, where a huge map was placed on the table, with the locations of all known rifts within the Great Yan territory marked in red.

All the red dots at levels three and four have been crossed out.

Only twelve level-five red dots remain, like twelve malignant tumors, nailed to the map.

"Let's deal with the domestic situation first. The level 5 fissure poses a significant threat to the people."

Ian pointed to the map, "Let's ignore the unexplored ones for now. There are twelve level-five rifts; we'll each take six."

"Whoever finishes their business first will go help the other one. As for the invitations from those small countries, we'll deal with that after we've cleared things up domestically."

"We need to make money from Yuanjing, but we can't put the cart before the horse."

The people of Da Yan also had black hair and black eyes, which was too similar to the memories deep in his mind, even though he knew it wasn't.

Wei Song nodded. "That's what I meant too, but..."

He looked at Ian with a worried expression.

"Some high-ranking officials in the Great Yan Dynasty might not let us off so easily."

"A month ago, they secretly assembled five legends in an attempt to take over the 'Kunlun Rift'."

"The battle lasted a full month, three grandmasters died, and a legend was seriously injured. The rift is still there."

Wei Song sneered and mocked.

"Actually, they knew how dangerous a level 5 fissure was, but seeing how relaxed we were, they assumed the fissure had weakened."

"Now they're afraid we'll 'eat it all by ourselves,' so the current situation is a bit awkward."

"A bunch of useless trash." That was all Ian could say.

He looked at the twelve red dots on the map with a calm expression.

"They can't stop me."

Three days later, on a militarized island in the East China Sea.

This island was originally a tourist destination with azure seas, blue skies, white sand beaches, and coconut palms, but now the entire island is under martial law.

High walls, electric fences, watchtowers, heavy artillery... completely surrounded the island.

In the center of the island, a dark crack runs through the earth like a hideous scar.

Dark purple mist continuously poured out from the edge of the crack, corroding the surrounding vegetation into twisted black branches.

This is a level 5 rift – the "East China Sea rift".

Ian hovered three thousand meters above the island, his dark blue uniform remaining motionless in the gale.

On his shoulder, Gaga squatted there, his little eyes staring at the crack below.

"The energy fluctuations are much stronger than level four," the little guy transmitted telepathically.

"There are at least six Level 5 aberrations inside, and one even bigger one."

"Yes, it is indeed a big one, with an ancient aura, like it has been sleeping for a long time and has just woken up."

Ian nodded, his gaze shifting to the military base on the edge of the island.

Inside the base, a powerful aura was rapidly approaching, a peak early-stage legendary level, almost reaching the mid-stage.

Three seconds later, a figure soared into the sky and stopped a hundred meters in front of Ian.

He was a middle-aged man in military uniform with two gold stars on his epaulets, thick eyebrows, a square face, and sharp, eagle-like eyes.

"Advisor Yin." The man spoke first, his voice loud and clear, carrying the ruggedness of a soldier.

"I am Wu Zhenshan, the guardian of the East Sea Rift."

"General Wu." Ian nodded slightly as a greeting.

"What brings Consultant Yin here?"

Wu Zhenshan asked the question knowingly, remaining polite on the surface, but his eyes held a scrutinizing gaze.

"Nonsense, it's naturally about purifying the rifts."

Ian wasn't going to let him get away with it and snapped back.

A flash of anger crossed Wu Zhenshan's face, but he held back after thinking about it.

"Advisor Yin may not know that the East China Sea rift is a level 5 rift, and the situation inside is complex, unlike levels 3 or 4."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Advisor Yin should also know that headquarters has issued an order that the purification of the Level 5 rift requires overall planning and cannot be carried out without authorization."

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Ian looked at him, his eyes calm.

"Li Yan only asked me to deal with the cracks, he didn't say that I should wait for anyone to make arrangements."

Wu Zhenshan's face darkened. "Advisor Yin, the Great Yan has its own rules."

"Level 5 rifts involve national security and must be under the unified command of headquarters. If you go in now and trigger a rift riot, who will be responsible for the consequences?"

"Level 5 rifts involve national security and must be under the unified command of headquarters. If you go in now and trigger a rift riot, who will be responsible for the consequences?"

"Riot? Consequences?" Ian laughed. "I'm not some useless coward who's all talk and no action."

Wu Zhenshan's face turned completely cold. "Advisor Yin, please watch your words."

"I have guarded the East China Sea Rift for sixty years, repelled seven large-scale aberration tides, and personally killed two level-five aberration monsters. Here, I make the rules."

"Oh? That's impressive." Ian raised an eyebrow.

"Then tell me, in these sixty years, how many rifts have you purified? You repelled the aberration tides, killed the aberrant beings, and then what?"

"The cracks are still there, the pollution is still there, how many more people will die every year?"

Wu Zhenshan was speechless when asked the question. He opened his mouth to refute, but couldn't find any words.

Because what Ian said was true; for sixty years, he had indeed kept the crack closed and prevented it from widening.

But that's all. Purification? He really can't do that.

This is a level 5 fissure, where the evolutionary growth rate of internal aberrations far exceeds that of any level 4 fissure.

In the entire Great Yan, the entire Bu, and the entire Xuanhuang Star, there are no more than three people who can do this.

Both of them were in the capital.

"Advisor Yin, I understand your desire to serve the country."

Wu Zhenshan took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, "But a level 5 rift is no joke; it requires careful consideration."

"Okay, you go back first. I'll report to headquarters and finalize the plan before..."

"No need," Ian interrupted him directly. "I'm going down now."

"You!" Wu Zhenshan's face turned ashen. "Advisor Yin, don't push me."

"Forcing you?" Ian looked at him, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"I'm in a hurry, I don't have time to chat with you. Either move aside, or..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Wu Zhenshan's pupils shrank, and the space around him... froze.

The air was as thick as glue, and you couldn't breathe in even a wisp of air. What was even more terrifying was... the temperature.

The surrounding temperature is rising rapidly, from room temperature, 100 degrees Celsius, 200 degrees Celsius, 500 degrees Celsius...

Wu Zhenshan's military uniform began to smoke, and his skin felt a burning pain.

He roared, his internal energy erupted, and a pale blue water-based supernatural power surged out, forming a shield on his body.

But as soon as the shield was formed, it began to "melt," like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, quickly thinning out.

Wu Zhenshan was both shocked and furious. "You...you dare to lay a hand on me?!"

He's a legend! A legend who guarded the East China Sea Rift for sixty years and killed two Level 5 Aberrations!

But now, in front of this young man, he finds it difficult to even move a finger.

"Take action? You overestimate yourself." Ian shook his head. "I'm just telling you..."

He raised his right hand, and a crimson spear slowly materialized.

The spear was only one meter long, but the pressure it exuded made Wu Zhenshan's soul tremble.

"In the face of strength, rules and qualifications are a joke."

The spear flew from his hand toward Wu Zhenshan, though it didn't seem to be moving very fast.

But Wu Zhenshan couldn't escape it.

The surrounding space was firmly locked by the gravitational field, and he was like an insect pinned in amber, only able to watch helplessly as the spear flew towards him.

The spear easily tore through the shield, pierced through the shoulder, and sprayed a spray of blood.

Wu Zhenshan let out a muffled groan and fell from the sky, crashing into the concrete plaza of the base with a thud.

Amidst billowing smoke and dust, Wu Zhenshan lay at the bottom of the pit, a charred hole in his right shoulder from which blood gushed.

He struggled to stand up, but as soon as he moved, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You..." He looked up at the figure in the air.

His eyes were filled with anger, horror, and a hint of confusion.

One strike, just one strike, and he had no chance to struggle.

"Is this... the power of the Crimson Spear?"

"Stay put."

Ian's voice floated down from the sky, "You don't need to worry about the Rift."

After saying that, he flashed and transformed into a streak of light, falling towards the crack in the center of the island.

Gaga perched on his shoulder, glanced back at Wu Zhenshan at the bottom of the pit, and a hint of pity flashed in her small eyes.

"That clueless idiot," it muttered to itself. "He just had to block the way; wasn't he asking for a beating?"

With Gaga in tow, Ian passed through the dark purple mist and fell into the depths of the rift.

Behind them was a deathly silent military base.

And the legendary town garrison commander lying at the bottom of the pit, his eyes glazed over.