Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Ian headed west, passing through the lingering smoke of battle overhead.

On its shoulder, Gaga carefully preened its feathers with its little beak. "Ian, I'm stinking."

The little guy complained, flapping its wings to dispel the odor.

Ian didn't speak, his gaze fixed downwards.

The earth stretches out beneath your feet, from the devastated ruins, across the continuous mountain ranges, gradually transitioning to the barren Gobi Desert, and then to scattered oases.

The tragedy in the capital of Tianzhu Kingdom is like a depth charge, spreading at an alarming speed throughout the entire Xuanhuang Star.

The rulers of those small countries, upon receiving the news, were filled with trepidation and could not sleep all night.

A human being was able to intercept a nuclear bomb with his bare hands!

That's a nuclear bomb! The ultimate weapon of this world!

One day later, at the border of the Kingdom of Kabul.

Ian landed slowly on a flat sandy area surrounded by barbed wire.

Outside the barbed wire fence, a dense mass of people knelt, stretching from the edge of the open space all the way to the distant city wall.

This is no longer a welcome, but... kneeling in worship.

Each person had their forehead pressed against the ground, their body trembling slightly, and an atmosphere of fear permeated the air.

Ian unleashed his mental power, scanning his surroundings, but found no legendary aura.

Gaga perched on his shoulder, constantly looking around. "Ian, they seem to be trembling."

"Normal." Ian continued walking towards the front of the crowd without stopping.

The leader was an elderly man in his sixties, wearing a white robe with gold trim and a crown.

Upon seeing Ian approach, the old man's expression immediately tensed up, and his legs almost gave way, causing him to kneel down. He was saved from embarrassment by a sharp-eyed minister beside him.

"Mr. Yin... welcome to Kabul."

His voice trembled, his tongue was no longer under his control, and he spoke incoherently.

Ian stopped and looked at him.

Perhaps it was because of the heat, but fine beads of sweat appeared on the old man's forehead.

"The Source Crystals... are all ready, not a single one missing."

He hurriedly handed over a jade box. The box was not opened, but a rich aura of origin was already revealed.

Ian took the jade box and scanned it with his mental energy. Inside were one hundred source crystals, plus ten extra.

He looked up at the old man, his expression questioning.

The old man shuddered and quickly explained, "Kabul is a small country with a small population, we don't have anything of value... please don't be offended."

Ian nodded, did not refuse, and put the jade box into his dimensional ring.

"Lead the way."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, quickly turned around, and personally opened the car door. "Mr. Yin, please! The rift is only thirty miles outside the city!"

Outside Kabul, dark purple cracks pierce through the sand.

The area was surrounded by troops, and the soldiers all looked solemn, gripping their guns tightly.

Ian walked to the edge, took a look, and then flashed into the crevice.

With a thought, crimson spears materialized and shot towards the earth.

Boom... A crimson light exploded, melting the earth.

Three seconds later, the crack disappeared, leaving only a glass crater with a diameter of 100 meters.

The old man stood in front, his lips trembling.

He had witnessed the perilous nature of this fissure firsthand.

When it first appeared ten years ago, countless mutated beasts emerged and swallowed up several villages.

Kabul's only Grandmaster risked his life to drive them back into the rift.

Mr. Yin, on the other hand... only took three seconds.

The old man suddenly came to his senses, took out another jade box from his pocket, and presented it with both hands.

"Mr. Yin's divine power, this is extra..."

After Ian took it, his figure soared into the sky and disappeared.

The old man's spirits collapsed, and he immediately fell to the ground. This Mr. Yin... did not kill indiscriminately as rumored.

He couldn't help but sigh, "Rumors are never reliable!"

Ian continued westward, with Gaga nestled in his arms, her little paws fiddling with the source crystals in the jade box.

"Ian, they are really afraid of you."

"Only those with ill intentions will fear me."

Ian looked away and recalled the names of several countries on the map.

Kabul, Baghdad, Damascus, Antioch, Ephesus... these are all small countries.

The largest, Baghdad, had a land area less than half the size of the Great Yan province, while the smallest, Bekamo, consisted of only three cities.

These countries all have one thing in common: they have been tormented by the abyssal rift for decades or even centuries.

Larger cities like Baghdad have a legendary figure in their early stages, while smaller ones only have a Grandmaster as their strongest.

They could barely hold the capital, let alone purify the rifts.

"Will they listen?" Gaga asked.

"No one is unafraid of death; Delia's body isn't even cold yet."

Baghdad.

When Ian arrived, the welcoming party was larger than that in Kabul.

The king, accompanied by his three princes, five princesses, and a full court of officials, knelt outside the tarmac.

The jade box contained two hundred source crystals, fifty more than agreed upon.

"Mr. Yin, you must have had a long journey. This is a small token of our appreciation from Baghdad..."

The king was a middle-aged man in his fifties who spoke with a very low bow and great deference.

Ian took the jade box and glanced at the direction of the crack.

"Go directly to the crack."

"Yes! Yes!" The king himself drove the carriage, jogging to lead the way.

Ten minutes later, the fissure was cleaned.

Ian boarded the plane, and twenty more Source Crystals appeared in the jade box.

The king watched the plane gradually disappear, his smile vanished, and he let out a long sigh.

And so Ian traveled from country to country, to Ephesus, Thades, Pergamum...

The process is almost identical: kneeling to welcome, offering gifts, leading the way, purification, and then adding a "filial piety" gesture.

Ian didn't say a word the whole time, but the kings of each country breathed a sigh of relief after he left.

"They're finally gone..."

This is their shared sentiment.

Seven days later, the plane returned to the border of Da Yan.

Ian sat cross-legged inside the cabin, his mental energy sinking into the dimensional ring, where source crystals were piled up like a small mountain.

This time, I obtained a total of more than 5,500 Source Crystals, not including the World Origin reflected in the panel.

Gaga squatted on the table, fiddling with a source crystal with its little paws. "Ian, we're rich!"

"Yes, you can start absorbing the source crystals now." Ian stroked the little guy's head.

Gaga had been holding back for a long time, and usually only ate some scraps as a treat.

"Really? Ian, you should try it! This tastes even better than blood essence!"

Ian's lips curled slightly; sometimes a fearsome reputation is more useful than a kind one.

"Aren't we going anywhere else?" the little guy asked.

Ian looked out the window, where the outline of the Great Yan Empire was faintly visible beneath the clouds.

"I've almost got enough Source Crystals, and with Wei Song's, it'll be enough for me to break through."

At the same time, in the southeastern countries.

Wei Song stood in front of the airplane window, looking at the city below that was getting smaller and smaller.

Unlike Ian's "Red Spear," the title "Ashbringer" is much gentler.

Therefore, the attitude of various countries towards him was "mild"; although they were respectful, they were not so fearful.

"Mr. Wei, Siam has arrived." The captain's respectful voice came through the communicator.

Wei Song nodded and walked down the gangway.

Outside the tarmac, the King of Siam personally greeted them.

Behind him stood an old monk, dressed in a dark yellow robe, whose aura was at the early stage of the legendary realm.

"Mr. Wei, welcome to Siam."

The king clasped his hands together and bowed in greeting, and the old monk followed suit, his eyes calm and serene.

Wei Song returned the greeting, his gaze falling on the old monk. "And this is...?"

"Greetings, Mr. Wei. I am Pala, the guardian of Siam," the old monk said, his voice hoarse.

Wei Song nodded in response and did not ask any further questions.

The banquet was held at the royal palace.

A magnificent, golden hall, people dressed in traditional costumes. The air was filled with the distinctive scent of sandalwood.

Wei Song sat at the head table, with delicacies laid out before him.

But he didn't touch his chopsticks; he just held his wine glass and drank slowly.

"Mr. Wei," the old monk Pala said, his eyes gleaming.

"I heard that your teacher, Mr. Yin, is in India..."

Wei Song put down his wine glass, the smile gradually fading from his face. "What are you trying to say?"

An immense pressure surged forth, and cold sweat beaded on the old monk's forehead.

"No...it's nothing, I just heard that the three guardians of India committed a grave offense..."

Wei Song sighed, "People are foolish and have wronged my mentor. In fact, he was a good person."

"Siam probably wouldn't do that, right?"

The hall fell silent instantly. The musicians stopped playing.

The king turned pale, and nearly dropped his wine glass.

"No! No! The source crystals have already been prepared, and there will be absolutely no delay!"

Wei Song nodded and picked up his wine glass again.

"That's better. After all, we risked our lives to help you, how can we withhold our wages?"

The banquet continued, but the atmosphere could never be the same as before.

Upon arriving in Myanmar, Wei Song was greeted by a legendary woman.

She was in her forties, still charming, and wearing a gorgeous ethnic long dress.

"Mr. Wei, my name is Madan, the guardian of Myanmar." Her voice was soft and charming, and her eyes were smiling.

Wei Song nodded and followed her into the palace.

The banquet was even more lavish than in Siam, with seven young women seated on either side of the porch, each one beautiful and dressed provocatively.

They took turns toasting, their bodies intentionally or unintentionally getting close.

Wei Song smiled politely throughout, drank some wine, and didn't touch any food.

Late at night, there was a knock on the door, and a woman stood outside, her body covered by a thin veil, revealing her shapely figure.

"Mr. Wei, let me serve you..."

"Get out," Wei Song interrupted her, his face calm.

"I don't need to be served."

The woman bit her lip, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes, and turned to leave.

Wei Song closed the door, shook his head and chuckled, "If it were the original body, what would it do in this situation?"

Recalling Ian's behavior in India, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

After purifying the rift, Wei Song then traveled to Annam, the largest country in the southeast.

The king was a shrewd old man with white hair and sharp eyes.

He didn't bother with any fancy tricks and directly presented the jade box containing the agreed-upon one hundred source crystals, plus fifty "heartfelt gifts".

"Mr. Wei, you must be tired from your journey. I'm offering this small gift as a token of my appreciation."

Wei Song accepted the gift and stayed an extra day, also purifying several nearby level-three fissures. Of course, the reward was substantial.

The king was so "moved" that he almost knelt down.

The plane flew northeast, where two more countries were waiting.

They were also miserable, without even a single legend. One of them, a level four fissure in Japan, was right next to the volcano.

"You must be getting impatient waiting all this time... It's on my way home anyway, so I'll earn some snacks for Gaga."

Three days later, Wei Song left the last country, sitting in his cabin, watching the cities below grow smaller and smaller.

Recalling the scene when I first awakened, I felt emotional. This projection went extremely smoothly and yielded great results.

Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and now we stand at the pinnacle of our time.

He touched the dimensional ring, which contained 2,600 complete source crystals, and a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

Two private jets landed simultaneously at the headquarters plaza of the Jiangzhou City Supernatural Abilities Management Bureau.

The hatch opened, and Ian and Wei Song stepped out one after the other, one with a calm expression and the other with a smile.

Zhou Zhen and his team stood in the square, and the moment they saw the two, they all stood at attention and saluted.

"Welcome Advisor Yin! Welcome Commander Wei!" The voices were loud and clear, and in unison.

But everyone's eyes were mostly on Ian, their eyes filled with fervor.

The news of Advisor Yin's trip to India has spread throughout the streets and alleys of Da Yan.

One man killed three legends, his body withstood a nuclear bomb, and half of the city of Deria was reduced to ruins.

These are heroes from the Great Yan Dynasty, the pride of everyone.

"Teacher, they would welcome you more."

Ian's face lost its usual coldness; he smiled and looked at the crowd, nodding frequently in response.

"The people of Da Yan understand me best."

People from other countries fear him, dread him, and kneel before him, but the people of Dayan... take pride in him.

In the private training room, Ian and Wei Song sat facing each other.

The table was piled high with golden source crystals, like a small mountain. The two of them counted a total of more than 8,300 complete source crystals.

And that doesn't even include the scattered fragments.

"These source crystals are enough for me to push gravity and thermal energy to 100%, with some left over."

Ian picked up a Source Crystal and gently twirled it between his fingers.

Wei Song nodded. "Should the rest be used to upgrade Gaga?"

"Hmm." Ian looked towards the shadowy corner. "It's been with me for so long, I can't let it fall too far behind."

The shadowy creature writhed and scurried out, leaping onto the table. Its eyes were fixed on the source crystal, glowing green.

"Ian, are you giving me the rest?"

"Hmm." Ian rubbed its little head and looked at Wei Song.

"I'm preparing to break through to the Morning Star realm."

Wei Song was taken aback. "Morning Star? Reaching Morning Star from Level 3 isn't that easy..."

"I know," Ian said, his gaze deep, "but I've already made my plans."

"I want to forge a unique path of evolution."