Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

The air in the sealed room on the top floor of the Jiangzhou Management Office was heavy and oppressive.

Ian sat cross-legged in the center of the witch formation and nodded slightly to Wei Song in front of him.

"I'm leaving Xuanhuang Star to you."

"Don't worry." Wei Song looked relaxed. "I'm here, and the world's will is watching over us. Nothing will go wrong. Your side is the key to everything."

Ian said no more and slowly closed his eyes.

Consciousness did not sink into the sea of ​​the mind, but broke free from some kind of restraint and suddenly soared.

He saw the secret room he was in, he saw Jiangzhou City, and he saw the entire azure Xuanhuang Star slowly rotating in the void, surrounded by colorful patterns.

A net woven by gravity, a river surging with thermal energy, a ribbon of light flowing with purification, and a colossal will deep within.

He was far more powerful and agile than before, radiating an aura far surpassing that of Ian.

"I need to return to the wizarding world." Ian transmitted clear coordinate information through his consciousness fluctuations.

The response from Xuanhuang's will was peaceful and swift.

He glanced at the coordinates Ian had given him, which were located at the Abyss Altar beneath the nameless valley in the eastern part of the Central Continent.

This is the "anchor point" Ian left behind when he came.

He wasn't afraid of the Xuanhuang Will doing anything, as Wei Song, as the most solid anchor point on the planet, was still here.

With his current strength, even if he were to wander in the void, it would only take him a while.

If he dared to turn against him, he would rather expose this precious coordinate and lead the Wizarding World army to raze the planet to the ground.

A newly promoted Level 6 Willpower is enough to attract countless wizards.

Soon, the space in front of Ian began to "bend," and a passage made entirely of azure starlight silently unfolded before him.

Inside the passage, starlight flowed, creating an unfathomable depth, with an endless, yet remarkably stable, darkness at its end.

"Gah! That's amazing!" Gah, perched on Ian's shoulder, widened its silver eyes and gripped Ian's robes tightly with its little paws.

The power of this passage was far greater and more stable than any altar Ian had ever built.

Ian nodded to himself, then reached out and patted Gaga's little head. "Let's go."

He stood up and stepped into the azure starlight passage.

The surrounding scenery changed instantly; it was no longer a journey through the material world, but a "gliding" at the level of rules.

Ian saw a bizarre and grotesque void outside the passage: chaotic energy storms, shattered fragments of rules, and even occasionally, some indescribable, enormous shadows.

But all of this was separated by the azure light curtain of the passage.

At level three, traversing between the two realms is a nerve-wracking experience, like walking on thin ice, for fear that the passage will be unstable and torn apart by the void turbulence.

Now, Ian stood quietly in the passageway, his body motionless.

He even got distracted by "analyzing" the rule structure of the passage, which contained the profound understanding of space by the sixth level of will.

Gaga beside her also relaxed, looking around curiously, her silver eyes reflecting the streaks of light rushing past outside the passage.

"It's much more comfortable than before! It doesn't shake at all!"

"Indeed," Ian replied, his gaze fixed on the end of the passage.

He could sense that the familiar and profound aura of the wizarding world's rules was rapidly approaching.

……

In the central continent, in the eastern region, a thousand meters underground in an unnamed valley.

Inside the dimly lit stone chamber, the long-distance teleportation array, built by Ian himself, stood silently.

Beside it, the dark vortex in the center of the abyss altar slowly rotated, emitting a faint, distorted aura, maintaining the channel that connected the soul to the distant Xuanhuang world.

Suddenly, the space within the teleportation array rippled like water.

A beam of azure starlight silently pierced through the air, rapidly coalescing and expanding to form a stable portal.

Ian stepped out of the portal and landed steadily in front of the altar.

Gaga perched on his shoulder and let out a long sigh of relief. Although the journey was smooth, the oppressive feeling of crossing the endless void still lingered.

The moment Ian landed, the senses of a fourth-level Morning Star Wizard spread out from him with a roar!

It's no longer the cautious mental scan of the previous Level 3, but a more fundamental and macroscopic view of the rules.

The abyssal altar beneath his feet was structurally intact, with stable energy, and its connection to Wei Song's soul deep within the Xuanhuang World remained strong.

In fact, because the Xuanhuang World has advanced to level six, this passage has become slightly more resilient than before.

"very good."

Then, his senses continued to spread beyond the thick layers of rock and soil.

In an instant, it covered the city of East, eight thousand miles away, penetrated the layers of isolation barriers set up by the Just family, and spread to even more distant places.

10,000 kilometers, 30,000 kilometers, 50,000 kilometers...

His range of rule perception far exceeds his own rule domain of 15,000 kilometers!

At the edge of perception, he "touched" several equally grand but different wills.

Some are as blazing as the sun, carrying the scent of scorching everything, while others are deep and reserved, containing boundless vitality.

Some were as still as mountains, others as silent as an abyss...

These wills stirred slightly the instant Ian's senses swept over them, conveying clear intentions.

Some were as still as mountains, others as silent as an abyss...

These wills stirred slightly the instant Ian's senses swept over them, conveying clear intentions.

There was no hostility, but rather a sense of scrutiny, curiosity, and an equal greeting.

The appearance of an unfamiliar Morning Star Wizard in the Eastern Realm was enough to attract the attention of all beings of the same rank.

With a slight thought, Ian sent a peaceful and friendly wave of energy to those thoughts, indicating that he had no other intentions and was just passing by.

Those powerful wills paused slightly, as if accepting the information, and slowly withdrew their attention, but still maintained a certain degree of "watching".

Ian's attention quickly returned to East City, the core area of ​​the Just family.

His senses were "focused" on the deepest part of the family's secret vault, where there was "something" wrapped in layers of powerful seals.

A palm-sized crystal box, its surface covered with the sealing patterns laid by Elder Darcy.

Ian's senses easily penetrated the seal, allowing him to see what was inside.

This parchment scroll is essentially a mass of writhing, fleshy tissue fragments, emanating a decaying and chaotic energy.

The information instantly surfaced in his consciousness: this source of pollution was completely identical to the abyssal pollution within Titus Just.

It lay quietly within the seal, yet it resembled a malignant tumor, a fuse.

Ian's senses enveloped the source of pollution, tracing the extremely subtle traces of rules deeper and revealing a blurry image.

Burning Canyon, ancient battlefield, fractured spacetime, and a dim trajectory belonging to the rules of "time" that disappeared into the depths of the void.

The owner of the trajectory possessed a vast aura, but at this moment... there is no trace of him.

"Alister Just..." The name popped into Ian's mind.

The disappearance of the Morning Star Wizard, who had been missing for a century, was indeed related to the pollution of the abyss and the deepest secrets of the family's vault.

Titu's curse may just be a ripple in this deep pool.

Unfortunately, the trail ended there, and the whereabouts of the Morning Star Wizard remain a mystery.

Ian withdrew his senses, a slight disappointment in his eyes. He had wanted to exchange some information with the other party.

It's unlikely that he's perished after a century of absence; Morning Star doesn't die so easily, and he's probably trapped in some desperate situation.

Right now, there are some loose ends that need to be dealt with.

With a thought, the space around him slightly distorted, and he and Gaga disappeared without a trace from the stone chamber a thousand meters underground.

……

The Just family's innermost residence.

Titus Just has awakened from his deep coma and is now sitting on the large bed.

His face was still pale, his eyes were sunken, and his once powerful aura at the peak of the third level had fallen to the bottom. Now he was barely maintaining the level of a second-level wizard, and it was extremely unstable.

Those deep blue eyes had regained their senses.

Adele sat on a chair by the bed, holding a bowl of lukewarm medicine, and carefully fed it to her father.

Elder Darcy and Elder Soren stood a little distance away, their faces showing relief, but a trace of lingering worry remained deep in their eyes.

The clan leader's life was saved, but his strength was reduced to less than a hundred percent. The pillar of the clan had collapsed by half.

At that moment, the gentle elemental energy that was everywhere in the palace suddenly "froze".

In the air, tiny specks of pale golden starlight appeared out of nowhere, like fireflies on a summer night, quiet and dazzling.

An indescribable pressure enveloped the entire palace and the entire Just family mansion, causing the very fabric of the city of East to tremble slightly!

All the wizards in the city, regardless of their rank, felt a sinking feeling in their hearts at that moment.

It was as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their souls, making them instinctively want to bow down and submit.

The first and second-level wizards turned pale, and cold sweat instantly soaked their backs.

The few remaining level-three archmages, including Darcy and Sauron, suddenly contracted their pupils, tensed their muscles, and their magic surged uncontrollably within them!

This is an absolute difference in the level of life, bringing about an instinctive sense of shock and fear.

The medicine bowl in Adele's hand trembled slightly, spilling a few drops of medicine. She suddenly looked up, her deep blue eyes gazing at the center of the palace, her heart pounding wildly.

A glint of light flashed in Chief Titu's cloudy eyes as he struggled to sit up straight.

Elder Darcy's throat was dry. He exchanged a glance with Elder Soren, both seeing the horror and disbelief in each other's eyes.

In the center of the bedroom, the space splits open to both sides like a curtain of water, and Ian's figure steps out from within.

She was still wearing that simple dark gray robe, and her appearance hadn't changed much.

But at this moment, just by standing there, he seemed to become the "center" of the entire space.

Gravity naturally curved around him, light was slightly deflected to his side, and time flowed gently around him.

What's most striking about him is his calm eyes.

Deep within his eyes, swirling nebulae appeared at times, followed by interwoven star trails of five colors, and phantoms of the regularity of birth and death.

This is a genuine Level 4 Morning Star Wizard who has completed his second life leap!

Inside the palace, there was a deathly silence.

The medicine bowl in Adele's hand finally slipped from her grasp and fell downwards.

But before it landed, it silently hovered in mid-air, and together with the spilled medicine, it slowly flew back to her hand and landed steadily.

Ian glanced at her and nodded slightly.

He then suppressed the natural aura of rules emanating from his body, and the terrifying pressure receded like a tide.

The stagnant air in the palace began to move again, but the way everyone looked at him was completely different now.

That was the gaze of someone looking up at the starry sky, in awe of the gods.

"Welcome... Your Majesty!"

Adele was the first to react. She took a deep breath, suppressed her turbulent emotions, stood up, and bowed deeply with the most solemn wizarding etiquette.

They are no longer peers, or even seniors and juniors.

Rather, it is the instinctive awe that lower-level life forms feel towards higher-level beings.

Darcy and Sauron followed closely behind, bowing deeply in utmost respect.

Titus, lying on the bed, struggled to speak in a weak but clear voice: "Titus of the Just family thanks Your Majesty for your past assistance and congratulates Your Majesty on... ascending to the Morning Star."

His voice was filled with complex emotions: gratitude, shock, and deep loneliness.

Ian waved his hand, and a gentle yet irresistible force lifted Adele up.

"Edel, no need for such formalities."

His voice was calm, yet carried an invisible authority.

"I've returned today for two reasons: first, to see old friends, and second... to settle some old scores."

Adele immediately understood. She straightened up, her posture respectful but not servile.

"Your Majesty, please speak. The Just family will certainly cooperate fully. There is one more matter that Your Majesty would like to grant: the status of a guest minister is no longer suitable for you. Let us terminate the contract from back then today."

Ian’s gaze swept over Darcy and Sauron, finally settling on Edel.

"very good."

Without the slightest hesitation, Adele immediately took out a roll of dark gold parchment from her bosom, which was the century-old potion contract that Elder Darcy and Ian had signed years ago.

Ian didn't take it, but just glanced at it.

The words on the parchment, which contained rules and constraints, melted away silently like ice and snow under the sun.

The final contract vanished into nothingness, then spontaneously combusted, turning into ashes and dissipating.

Elder Darcy saw this and his last trace of doubt vanished.

To erase the three-tiered contract rules he personally laid out so casually—this was definitely Morning Star's doing.

"The contract has been dissolved, but the bond remains," Ian said slowly.

"The Just family has done me a favor, and I was also entrusted by Edel to treat Chief Titu. This can be considered a fair trade, and we are even."

He paused, then turned his gaze to Titu, who was lying weakly on the bed.

"However, considering our past acquaintance and Chief Titu's unhealed injuries, I can help him one more time."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ian lightly tapped his fingertip in the air.

A pure, golden halo, as clear as the morning sun and brimming with vitality, appeared.

Within the halo, stars faintly appear and disappear, and rules whisper softly.

This is not a medicine, but a highly condensed wisp of the aura of rules, formed by his own purification rules and life force.

The light drifted gently and landed between Titu's eyebrows, causing his body to shudder violently!

The stubborn, extremely faint dark purple lines under the skin made a soft hissing sound as they quickly faded and disappeared.

His pale face quickly regained a touch of color.

The extremely listless aura seemed to be infused with a clear spring, and began to slowly rise.

Although he was far from recovering to the peak of level three, most of the damage to his core had been healed. At least his life was not in danger, and he had a foundation to start cultivating again.

"Thank you... Your Majesty for saving me!"

Titu felt the long-lost relaxation and warmth within his body, and his throat trembled with excitement as he struggled to get out of bed to pay his respects.

Ian waved his hand, stopping him.

After doing all this, Ian looked at Adele, his tone calm yet carrying an invisible authority.

"The matter of the Hawkwood family is part of the agreement I made with you back then. Now that you are the first heir of the family, you are in charge of handling this matter."

"What I want is a resolution; how to do it is up to you."

Adele felt a chill run down her spine, followed by a surge of immense confidence and gratitude.

His Majesty Ian's words effectively transformed the "old feud between Ian and Hawkwood" into "diplomatic affairs between the future heir of the Just family and the Hawkwood family."

Furthermore, he tacitly approved of the Just family using his "power"!

The "power" of a newly promoted Morning Star wizard, even if it is just tacit approval, is enough to make the Morning Star patriarch of the Hawkwood family wary.

This gives Adele a significant advantage in future confrontations, mitigating the turmoil caused by the disappearance of her own Morning Star.

"I understand! I will certainly live up to Your Majesty's expectations and resolve this matter properly!"

She bowed deeply again, her voice extremely solemn, her eyes dimming for a moment as she completely severed the lingering feelings in her heart.

Gaga watched quietly from the side, sighing inwardly without uttering a word.

Ian nodded, then turned his gaze to Elder Darcy.

"Darcy, I need to consult some Level 4 knowledge, especially regarding the Just family's meditation methods and the construction of the Wizard Tower. I wonder if there's anything hidden in the family's treasury?"

Elder Darcy was invigorated; this was an excellent opportunity to make friends!

Such a young Morning Star Wizard has unlimited potential; investing in him now would yield immeasurable returns.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment! I will fetch it for you right away."

Without hesitation, he ran towards the family's secret vault, then quickly turned back.

From the dimensional ring, he took out three ancient scrolls made of some kind of star beast leather, as well as several crystals containing complex information.

"These are some of the observations and notes left by our ancestors in the Morning Star lineage, as well as some fragments of meditation method deductions, and scattered records about 'Void Realm' and 'Rare Materials'. Although incomplete, they may be of some reference value to Your Majesty."

He offered it with both hands, adopting an extremely humble posture.

"In exchange, the family only hopes to maintain friendly relations with Your Majesty at some point in the future."

Ian took it and scanned it briefly with his mental energy.

The content is indeed incomplete, but it involves the fourth level and even vaguely mentions some characteristics of the fifth level Radiant Moon, as well as the possible source of the core materials needed to build the "Cross-Border War Fortress".

It was invaluable to him, expanding his meager knowledge base.

"Alright." Ian put away the scroll crystal. "The Just family can be considered my friends."

This can be considered a kind of indirect promise: if the Just family collects level four resources in the future, they will give priority to supplying them to Ian.

Darcy, Sauron, and even Titus on the bed all had a burning light in their eyes.

With this statement, the Just family's position in the East will be even more secure.

"There's one more thing," Ian suddenly said, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of walls and landing deep within the secret vault.

"The source of pollution that you sealed away poses a significant threat. Since we're here today, let's deal with it all at once."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared from the palace.

Elder Darcy and the others were initially startled, but quickly realized what was happening and hurriedly followed.

……

Deep within the family's secret vault, in a heavily guarded isolation room, a crystal box containing a parchment scroll lies quietly on a central stone platform.

Ian appeared out of thin air, followed closely by Darcy, Edel, and the others, who stood at the doorway, not daring to approach.

Ian didn't look at the complex silver seal; instead, he pointed at the crystal box, and a golden light shone from his fingertip.

Elder Darcy's soul trembled; he had witnessed a purification rule at the Morning Star level.

With a crack, the seal shattered inch by inch, turning into specks of light and dissipating.

The moment the seal was broken, the parchment scroll inside the box seemed to be stimulated and began to writhe violently.

A chilling, insane, and malicious fourth-level abyss aura erupted, transforming into countless grotesque, dark purple tentacles that were about to break through the crystal box and corrupt everything around them!

The protective magic array inside the isolation room emitted a hum that seemed to be overwhelmed, and instantly went up to its maximum brightness.

Elder Darcy's expression changed drastically, and he almost recklessly activated the highest alert level.

The next moment, golden light gently spread out, softly "covering" the eruption of pollution.

All the menacing, tentacle-like phantoms vanished silently the moment they came into contact with the golden light.

Inside the crystal box, the parchment struggled and twisted, turning into a writhing mass of inky black flesh, then quickly becoming grayish-white and stiff, finally turning into a clump of lifeless dust.

In less than a breath, the Level 4 Abyss pollution source, which the Just family considered a major threat, vanished without a trace.

Ian withdrew his finger, grabbed at the air, and extracted several extremely tiny dark purple fragments.

After the source of pollution was completely purified, it contained some of the twisted rules of the abyss, but there was no further information about the Burning Canyon.

"Thank you for your help, Your Majesty!" Edel and the elders, including Darcy, quickly bowed in gratitude.

"Now that the pollution is gone, it's time for me to leave."

After Ian finished speaking, he took a step and disappeared without a trace.

Darcy, Sauron, and the other elders finally breathed a sigh of relief, and their excitement was no longer concealed.

"Edel, I think you should take over as clan leader at a later date. We all trust you completely."

Edel slowly straightened up, staring blankly in the direction Ian had disappeared.

A sudden pang of pain shot through my heart, and tears streamed down my face silently. I remained speechless for a long time.