Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

A thousand meters underground, the pale golden purifying light rain slowly dissipated.

Ian withdrew his hand, and the contamination on the more than three hundred survivors was completely purified.

The turbidity in their eyes had vanished, leaving only endless gratitude.

Ian noticed a little girl staring at him blankly, her face covered in tears.

She sighed inwardly. In her previous life, a girl of this age would have been studying and would have been the apple of every parent's eye.

In this world, even survival is difficult to guarantee.

"Thank you, sir..."

The leader stroked his neck, which was covered in sores, tears streaming down his face. He staggered forward two steps, about to kneel down.

Ian's gravitational field silently supported him. "There's no need for that."

He looked around and saw the burning hope in the eyes of these people.

"I need to understand this world. Tell me everything you know."

The old chief nodded repeatedly and led Ian to his "room," which was actually just a space partitioned off with rusty iron plates.

Inside were several boxes of yellowed paper books, a few metal plates with blurry engravings, and a simple bed woven from mycelium.

The old leader, his hands trembling, handed over a thick book with a cover that was mostly torn.

The edges of the pages were blackened, and the paper was oxidized, as if it would crumble at the slightest touch.

Ian did not reach out to take it; his immense mental power swept across the pages like an invisible wind.

All text, patterns, and even the slightest trace of ink residue are scanned, analyzed, and reconstructed in an instant.

The language structure of this world is rapidly dismantled and reassembled within the spiritual sea of ​​the Morning Star.

A second later, he had mastered the entire grammar, vocabulary, and historical variants of the planet's common language.

"Starlight Calendar... 8427." Ian's gaze fell on the date on the page.

The old chief was stunned. Before he could speak, the "deity" who had suddenly descended had already recited the ancient words from the book.

"You...you understand our writing?"

"It's simple for me," Ian said, turning the pages of the reconstructed book in his mental sea.

This world is called Estelle, meaning the world blessed by the stars.

There once existed a powerful empire: the Star Empire, which ruled the planet Ester for tens of thousands of years and was an extremely brilliant civilization.

Although the illustrations on the pages have faded, their grandeur from that time is still evident.

Countless floating cities hang in the sky like stars, their surfaces crisscrossed with silver-blue starlight energy veins.

A beam of light shot from the top of the tower, weaving through the clouds to form a protective network covering the entire continent.

The energy level ceiling of this world exceeds that of the Xuanhuang World by one level.

The human figure in the illustration wears a robe with star patterns, and holds a ball of condensed starlight in his palm.

They are the extraordinary beings of this world, known as the "Star Apostles".

Through meditation, the apostles absorb the radiance projected from the stars in the void, condensing a unique energy called "Starlight Power" to temper their physical bodies and elevate their spirits.

High-ranking apostles can invoke star projections, illuminating thousands of miles in an instant.

Its attributes lean towards starlight, heat, and mental fortitude, sharing similarities with the meditation of the wizarding system, but relying more on external energy sources.

Ian continued flipping through the pages, when suddenly a glint flashed in his eyes.

"There are even some incomplete space technology, as well as the floating core of the floating city... and the astral anchoring device."

Unfortunately, it is extremely incomplete, consisting mostly of fragments.

The book also mentions a high-end technology commonly used in the wizarding world: teleportation arrays between cities.

Ian was greatly shocked. This was extremely advanced knowledge in the wizarding world, and it was mentioned in these scattered books.

Logically speaking, with such an advanced civilization and the protection of the world's will, it would be impossible for the abyss to invade this world in such a short time.

"Some hidden change must have occurred, or the entire defense system has been breached from within."

While the construction of floating cities is not as complex as that of wizard towers, it is still beyond the capabilities of ordinary civilizations.

It involves not only exquisite skills in space compression, energy conversion, material smelting, and spiritual creation.

It also requires an extremely large supply of high-level materials, the addition of a large number of mid-to-high-level extraordinary individuals, and subsequent maintenance.

"This world has extremely abundant veins of astral gold." Ian's gaze lingered on a description.

The Empire's highest-level strategic resource, produced in special veins where the void storms and the material world meet.

This strange metal is extremely difficult to form, but for some reason, it is not so rare on this planet.

Because it was so important, it was strictly controlled by the empire and forbidden from circulating among the people.

Its hardness allows it to withstand the gravity of stars, and its energy transmission is almost undamaged, making it an essential material for the core components of floating cities, the Star Throne, and advanced starships.

It turns out that astral gold isn't that rare in this world.

The old leader added in a low voice, "A thousand years ago... a black tide suddenly broke out in the imperial capital, 'Eternal Starry Sky'."

His voice carried a fear passed down through generations.

"The book says that on that day, the purple sun shone brightly in the sky, the Eternal Starry Sky corrupted from within, the Starlight Network collapsed, all the floating cities fell, and a blood-red rain of fire fell from the sky..."

"The survivors have taken refuge underground, but pollution has seeped into the land, water, and air. We can only survive by relying on the purification techniques left by our predecessors... Food is becoming increasingly scarce, the fungi are mutating, and children are born with dirty patterns on their bodies."

The old man looked up at the top of the cave.

"In my great-grandfather's generation, some people had been to the ground, but in my generation... most people have never seen the real sky in their lives."

Ian closed the book in his mind and looked around.

Everyone in the cave looked at him with awe, unease, and anticipation in their eyes.

"We can make a deal," Ian said, looking at the leader.

He can offer some help, starting with purifying this settlement, encompassing all the mutant beasts within a 500-kilometer radius, as well as the soil, water, and air.

A sustainable purification barrier can also be set up around the settlement, lasting for at least ten years.

Finally, all the babies were treated to ensure they no longer carried the congenital contamination.

In exchange, the settlement must provide three things.

1. All surviving Star Empire books, metal plates, and any items with written information.

II. The known locations of astral adamantite veins in the settlement, and all existing adamantite ore.

Third, intelligence regarding the deeper regions of this world, especially information on other large survivor strongholds, dangerous forbidden areas, and points of anomalous energy fluctuations.

After listening, the old chieftain gripped the hem of his clothes tightly with his fingers, his voice hoarse: "We...we don't have much refined gold."

"Our ancestors left us only three fist-sized pieces of raw ore, which have been buried in the deepest vault. We are willing to hand them over to the adults."

"As for the other outposts..." The old man hesitated for a moment.

"It is said that about three thousand miles to the west, there is a large underground settlement called 'Deep Rock City'. It is said that some imperial-era technology workshops are still preserved there, and the population is tens of thousands."

"But the journey is dangerous. There are roaming herds of mutated beasts on the surface and mutated cave-dwelling monsters in the underground tunnels. We haven't been there for decades."

Ian was secretly pleased. Putting everything else aside, the adamantite scattered throughout the world alone was enough to make him devote all his attention to it.

He then sensed that the area extended three thousand miles away, and found nothing unusual on the ground, except for some level three mutated beasts nearby.

Continuing down to a depth of 1,000 meters, no human settlements were found.

"Forget it, I'll go there myself. Maybe their presence has been concealed by some means."

Before leaving, let's clean this place up.

He raised his right hand, and a pale golden light emanated from Ian's palm, transforming into countless fine threads of light.

The light rays penetrated the rock walls, the ground, and the air, continuously extending and spreading...

The old chief stared wide-eyed as the cracks in the rock face, which had been seeping dark green sap year-round, were now being filled with golden light.

A sizzling corrosion sound rang out as the dark green viscous liquid evaporated into black smoke, only to be completely purified in the golden light.

The mycelium that was originally carrying contaminated spores has now faded from its dark purple color and returned to a pure milky white.

The air is changing; the stench that has lingered year-round is being replaced by a fresh scent that carries a vibrant energy.

Some people couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then cough violently.

It's so clean! Their lungs, used to the filth, are finding it somewhat unsettling.

Aya walked to the edge of the rock wall and reached out to touch it. The once slippery rock surface was now dry and warm.

She looked up at the dome, where the "darkness" of the cave had been dispelled, and the glowing moss seemed to have become brighter.

The invisible, oppressive filth and gloom that had lingered for hundreds of years was dissipating under the golden light.

As they looked up to him as if he were a god, Ian made a sweeping motion in the air with his left hand.

Wherever his fingertips passed, pale golden runes were left in the air.

The old leader felt dizzy after just one glance at the complex runes, but he still refused to close his eyes.

They were so beautiful, like the trajectories of stars, touching memories deep within my mind.

"As beautiful as the stars described in the book!"

Golden runes condensed at the entrance of the cave, transforming into a semi-transparent golden light curtain, upon which flowed tiny starlight, like a miniature galaxy.

"This barrier will continuously purify the incoming air and moisture." Ian withdrew his hand and looked at the old chief.

"It can also withstand the impact of most aberrant beasts. Now, you can hand over the astral gold and all the books to me."

"Your Excellency has mercy..."

Looking at the golden barrier before him, the old leader could no longer hold back his tears and knelt down with a thud.

Ian didn't stop him; he understood the other person's feelings.

The old leader led Ian to their "vault," which was simply a sealed room welded together with metal plates.

The old leader used three rusted keys to open the three locks.

The space inside was not large. On the stone platform in the center, there were three fist-sized pieces of metal, which were astral gold.

Even in dim light, it still exudes a restrained, deep blue luster.

The surface has natural starlight spots, as if a starry sky is sealed inside the metal.

Ian reached out and grasped, and three pieces of refined gold floated up and landed in his palm, feeling slightly cool to the touch.

With spiritual power, I sensed the immense astral energy contained within.

"It's much larger than before, but it's still a drop in the ocean for a massive wizard tower."

In the two iron boxes next to it, one contained a dozen or so paper books, and the other contained more than thirty engraved metal plates.

Ian's mental energy swept over everything, storing all the information in his mental sea.

The old man pulled a map made of animal hide from his pocket. "This is the map of Deeprock City."

The map above is sketched with charcoal, marking several scattered settlements, dangerous areas, and the "Deep Rock City" to the west.

"Follow the main underground road westward...but there are several tunnels along the way that collapsed hundreds of years ago, so you have to go up to the surface to go around them."

The old leader's finger slid across the map. "There are a lot of flight aberrations in this collapsed area."

"And here..." He stopped his finger on an area marked with a skull pattern.

"It is said that the remains of a floating city that crashed years ago are buried here. The automatic defense system inside is still in operation, and you will be attacked by the residual energy of the starlight if you get too close."

Ian wrote down all the information. "After I leave, don't go out unnecessarily. That should keep you going for quite some time."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the cave exit, and all three hundred-plus people followed him out.

They stood at the entrance to the purified settlement, watching Ian's retreating figure.

Aya suddenly ran forward a few steps. "Sir, will you... come back?"

Ian stopped in his tracks. "If you collect the adamantite, I'll come back for it."

"In addition, from now on, you can try to cultivate the power of starlight again."

The old leader shuddered. "But...but the ground..."

"The air inside the barrier has been purified." Ian looked up at the cave ceiling.

"Starlight can penetrate rock layers; although faint, it's enough for beginners to get started."

He gave them one last look. "Whether you choose to continue to eke out a living or seize the opportunity to rise again, the choice is yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ian's figure vanished like mist.

Only a pale golden light barrier remained, flowing silently at the entrance, like a spark rekindled in the darkness.

On the ground, Ian stood high in the mountain, spread his wings with a creaking sound, and transformed into a shadowy night hawk with a wingspan of 100 meters.

He opened his palm, and four pieces of astral gold floated and rotated.

"This world... is far more valuable than I imagined."

It's not just the materials; the Star Empire's space technology, energy compression techniques, and spiritual creation system... each of these can make up for the shortcomings in the construction of the Wizard Tower.

Especially the floating city technology, if it were combined with the wizard tower.

A calculating glint flashed in Ian's eyes.

Within the spiritual sea, a brand-new blueprint for a high-level wizard tower that integrates two systems is slowly taking shape.

He leaped onto Gaga's back. "Let's go to Deeprock City first."

The cacophony of shadows unfolded, wings flapped, and it transformed into a black shadow that soared into the sky, rapidly flying westward.

The purple sun still hung in the dark red sky, and the earth below was covered with a constantly writhing carpet of decaying fungi. In the distance, a mutated mountain of flesh emitted a low roar.

In the underground settlement, the old chieftain trembled as he opened the oldest book of starlight meditation.

He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, following the illustrations in the book.

Try to sense the starlight that has been forgotten for thousands of years.

Suddenly, a faint, pure ray of starlight pierced through the thick layers of rock from the cave ceiling and fell upon his wrinkled face…

"Wizard: My Skills Can Break Through Infinitely" - Stunning writing style and a thrilling plot!