Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Western part of the continent of Anoria, the capital of the Latu Empire.

Deep within the palace, Latour Marcus stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of his study, gazing at the deep night sky outside.

More than half a year has passed since the last bloodline leap, but the tense atmosphere in the capital has not dissipated at all.

He sensed those gazes coming from the outskirts of the palace, beyond the capital, and from even more distant places.

"Father." Vincent pushed open the door and came in, his face solemn.

This young man, who was already the first heir to the empire, had a furrowed brow and an undisguised killing intent deep in his eyes.

"Two more spies have been caught; they came from the southeast."

Latour didn't turn around, but simply gave a soft "hmm".

"They want to know when Ian will be back."

Vincent walked to his father's side, his voice cold, "A bunch of insects, they're really courting death, daring to covet our bloodline."

"This spying won't disappear as long as Ian doesn't show up."

Latour turned around, revealing a calm smile. After the bloodline baptism, he looked at least twenty years younger.

"How could these frogs in a well possibly understand the greatness of the morning star?"

Vincent nodded in agreement, and just then, the air in the study suddenly froze.

Not only the study, but also the sound of the wind outside the window, the distant sound of horses' hooves, the footsteps of servants... all disappeared.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause.

Latour and Vincent stood frozen in place, unable to even move their eyes.

But they could "feel" a vast, scorching will, like a star descending, casting its gaze down from infinite heights, overlooking the entire nation.

Three hundred li outside the capital.

In a secluded valley, three old men dressed in ancient gray robes sat together, their skin wrinkled like withered tree bark and their eyes cloudy.

They are all level three ancient monsters who have lived for nearly a thousand years and live in seclusion in various corners of Anoria.

"The source of that bloodline fluctuation is right here."

The old man on the far left spoke slowly, his voice dry and rough, like sandpaper being rubbed.

"Such pure bloodline, huh, how many years has it been since I've seen one?"

The old man in the middle licked his lips, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"The strongest member of that family is none other than that young emperor who recently broke through to the next level, a level two bloodline sorcerer."

The old man on the far right remained silent for a moment, then said in a chilling voice, "You've been observing for so long, aren't you going to make a move?"

"Wait a little longer." The old man on the left squinted. "Let the Poison Spider and Bone Hand test the waters first; they're the most anxious."

Before the words were even finished, the expressions of the three people changed drastically at the same time, and an indescribable terrifying will pressed down like the sky collapsing!

A gaze they couldn't comprehend fell upon them, like an ant on a piece of paper suddenly being stared at by human eyes.

The fear stemming from the absolute difference in their level of life instantly shattered their mindset of over a thousand years!

"Morning Star..." The old man in the middle trembled, his words slurred.

At the other end of the valley, two cold, malevolent auras had just emerged from the ground.

It was Poison Spider and Bone Hand, two level-three wizards who had lived for nearly a thousand years and were known for their cruelty and greed.

They were planning to infiltrate the capital and capture a few direct descendants of the Marcus family for research.

At this moment, they had only poked half their bodies out.

Then, without warning, they burst into flames, radiating a pure, incandescent white light.

Without a sound or any struggle, their bodies instantly dissolved.

"Run!"

The three gray-robed elders felt their hair stand on end and transformed into three gray shadows, flying off in three different directions.

In mid-air, three bright orbs of light lit up and then went out, and three wisps of fine ash drifted down.

At the same time, the sky above the capital suddenly changed color!

The once clear afternoon sky suddenly darkened, and all the light seemed to converge and collapse towards a certain point above the palace.

Ultimately, it coalesced into a miniature sun with a diameter of 100 meters, which floated high in the sky, emitting a warm but not scorching light.

Where the light shines, grass and trees grow wildly, flowers bloom everywhere, the coughs of the chronically ill gradually stop, and the wounds of the injured begin to heal.

This is the light of life, the light of order.

But all the second and third-level wizards could sense the terrifying power contained deep within that light.

With just a thought, this warm light can instantly transform into a destructive corona that incinerates everything.

"Morning Star...it really is Morning Star..."

Somewhere on the outskirts of the capital, three level-three wizards from the Silver Tower fell to their knees with a thud, their foreheads pressed to the ground, their bodies trembling.

They had been secretly ordered to wait here for so long, and finally the Morning Star Wizard arrived.

"Welcome, Your Majesty!"

Within the capital, all members of the Marcus family and their allies, regardless of their location, instinctively knelt towards the imperial palace.

The resonance deep within their bloodline brought tears to their eyes; it was the creator of their family, the source of their bloodline, and the sun itself.

Outside the palace, all the spies and informants from various factions were kneeling on the ground.

Some people were pale, some had their backs soaked in cold sweat, and some were glad they hadn't acted rashly.

"Welcome Your Majesty the Eternal Sun!" It's unclear who was the first to shout it.

Immediately afterwards, the sound spread like waves, from the capital to the surrounding towns and even further afield.

Immediately afterwards, the sound spread like waves, from the capital to the surrounding towns and even further afield.

All living beings that felt that oppressive force instinctively cried out.

"Welcome, Your Majesty the Eternal Sun!"

The sounds converged into a tide, echoing between heaven and earth.

In the imperial palace study, the stagnant air began to move again.

Latour gasped for breath, staggered back two steps, and steadied himself by holding onto the desk.

Vincent collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

The father and son exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock and indescribable pride in each other's eyes.

In the center of the study, the space rippled like water, and Ian stepped out from it.

She was still wearing that simple dark gray robe, and her appearance hadn't changed much since she left a few years ago.

But those eyes… Latour only glanced at them before quickly lowering his head.

Those eyes reflected the swirling nebula, the birth and death of stars, and the regular flow of time.

Vast and boundless, too large to look directly at.

"Father, there's no need for that," Ian said gently, his imposing manner completely gone.

He walked to the desk, pulled up a chair, and sat down, his movements as natural as ever.

The quack flew down from his shoulder and landed on the windowsill, tilting its little head to look around the study.

"Gah! Long time no see!" The little guy's voice was clear and crisp, with a hint of pride.

Latour and Vincent then noticed it.

"Gah!" Vincent's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up and walked to the windowsill.

This young man, who was already a first-level bloodline sorcerer and the crown prince of the empire, was like a child seeing an old friend, reaching out to touch Ga Ga's feathers.

Gaga didn't dodge; instead, she nuzzled his fingers with her head.

"Vincent, you look pretty impressive right now!"

"It's all Ian's fault..." Vincent said somewhat embarrassedly, then, remembering something, he turned and called out towards the door.

"Lillian! Come quick, look who's back!"

Ainoa burst through the door. This well-maintained lady had her hair disheveled, clearly having rushed over.

The moment she saw Ian, tears streamed down her face.

"Ian...my child..."

She rushed over, wanting to hug her son, but stopped three steps away.

It wasn't Ian who stopped her; she stopped herself.

The young man before her, though his appearance remained the same, the difference in their levels of life made her instinctively afraid to approach him.

Just as mortals dare not touch the sun.

A complex emotion flashed in Ian's eyes. He stood up, took the initiative to walk forward, and gently hugged his mother.

"Mother, I'm back."

A warm aura emanated from Ian, dispelling the awe in Enoya's heart and leaving only a deep sense of kinship.

She hugged her son tightly, sobbing uncontrollably.

Just then, a small head peeked in through the study door; it was Lillian.

The little girl has grown into a young lady, wearing an exquisite princess dress with rosy cheeks.

She first saw Gaga on the windowsill and immediately cheered.

He first bowed to Ian, then turned around and exclaimed, "Gaga! You're back!"

The little girl completely forgot about etiquette and, lifting her skirt, rushed straight to the windowsill.

Gaga spread its wings, letting her hug it, and let out a triumphant cry.

"Lillian, you've grown quite a bit taller!"

"Hehe..." Lillian hugged Gaga, her little face pressed against its soft feathers, "How long are you staying this time?"

"We'll see, quack." Quack patted her head with its wing.

Latour watched this scene with a gentle look in his eyes.

He took a few deep breaths, finally calming himself down, and looked at Ian. "Ian, this time..."

"I came back to check on things," Ian said calmly as he sat down again. "How is the family doing now?"

Latour began to recount what had happened in the past few years.

After the bloodline leap, the entire Marcus family transformed into a Morning Star bloodline sorcerer family.

Vincent successfully broke through to the first level of bloodline sorcerer and became the first heir of the empire.

Lillian has shown amazing wizarding talent and is now a first-level sorcerer, making her Vincent's biggest rival.

Andrei stayed at the academy to study and lived a peaceful life.

What bothers them most is the spying from various forces.

"Those level three wizards were just the ones who were jumping the highest," Latour said with a wry smile.

"There are many more people watching us in the shadows."

"I have returned," Ian said calmly. "This will not happen again."

He reached into his dimensional ring and took out several jade boxes, placing them on the table.

The jade box was opened, revealing neatly arranged second- and third-tier pure blood essences, radiating a rich fluctuation of life energy.

There is also a protective magic array consisting of seven array plates, with complex regular patterns engraved on the surface.

"These are enough for the family to use for a hundred years."

Ian looked at his father. "This is all I can do."

His meaning was clear: he would provide resources and protection, but he would not interfere too much.

Wizards must walk their own path, and the future of their families depends on themselves.

Latour paused for a moment, then nodded emphatically. "I understand."

He put away the jade box, his eyes filled with relief. His son had reached a height he could not have imagined, and he could not, nor should he, use kinship to bind him.

That evening, a simple family dinner was held at the palace.

At the dining table, Ian relaxed for once, listening to his family recount interesting stories from the past few years.

"Hey, did you see anything fun outside?"

"There are so many! I've seen talking stones, and fish that can swim in shadows..."

The little guy recounted the story with pride, making Lillian's eyes shine brighter and brighter.

She also recounted her chaotic experience handling government affairs for the first time, which made everyone laugh.

Enoya kept nagging about making Ian some new clothes, saying his robes were too plain.

Latour listened quietly, a satisfied smile on his face.

After the family banquet ended, Ian stood on the highest terrace of the palace, overlooking the sleeping capital.

Gaga perched on his shoulder, let out a burp, and asked, "Ian, are we leaving tomorrow?"

"Yes, there are still some things to take care of."

Ian gazed at the eastern night sky, in the direction of Shadowmoon Tower.

The next morning.

Ian bid farewell to his family, took a step, and disappeared into the void. When he reappeared, he was already standing above the Shadowmoon Tower.

He made no attempt to conceal his presence.

As a result, the entire tower and the entire Shadowmoon City felt that immense pressure.

The top floor of the tower, the observatory.

Tower Master Morton suddenly opened his eyes, a hint of shock flashing deep in his pupils.

"This aura..." He flashed and appeared at the edge of the observatory, looking up at the sky.

There, Ian was slowly descending.

Their eyes met, and Morton took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

He remembered this young man, the second-level wizard who left a few years ago with the [Starry Sky Ritual].

At the time, he thought it would be good enough if this young man could survive in the Central Continent.

But now, the other party has reached a level he never dared to even dream of... Level 4 Morning Star.

"Welcome back, Your Majesty!" Morton said solemnly, his heart filled with complex emotions.

"Lord Morton Tower." Ian landed on the observatory and nodded slightly.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Morton suddenly smiled, a smile that carried a sense of relief and pride, but also a hint of unspeakable bitterness.

"It seems that my investment back then was the right bet."

"You have good taste." Ian raised his hand, and a crystal shimmering with starlight appeared and floated toward Morton.

"Inside are some of my insights into the rules of the stars, as well as some ideas for improving level three sorcery. Consider it my way of repaying you for the favor."

Morton took the crystal, scanned it briefly with his mental energy, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

These things are of immeasurable value to him, who is still at level three, and are enough to raise the strength of Shadowmoon Tower by a level within the next hundred years!

"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty." Morton solemnly put away the crystal.

"Also, I need some information." Ian got to the point, "What's been happening with the Undying Heart all these years?"

Morton's expression turned serious.

"After Your Majesty left, they have been investigating Chaganna's death, and the clues have pointed to you, but they have been put on hold because you have been missing for the past few years."

"However, I received news." He looked at Ian, his expression serious.

"It seems that some high-ranking officials at the Undying Heart are paying attention to this matter recently, and they may reopen the investigation."

"I understand." Ian nodded calmly. "Keep in touch with my family when you have time."

"Yes!" Morton nodded immediately, secretly pleased.

The two chatted for a few more minutes, then Morton left Ian at the top of the tower to rest before taking his leave.

Ian escorted him to the entrance of the observatory, watched him disappear at the end of the corridor, and nodded to himself.

"This tower master is a remarkable person, but unfortunately he was born in this barren archipelago, so he is unlikely to achieve great things."

Outside the tower, Morton stood there blankly for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh.

"Times...are really changing."

Ian arrived at a lounge on the top floor, which used to be Morton's private room, but he had given it up.

I had barely sat down when there was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and a figure in dark blue walked in.

It's Malena.

After several years apart, she has matured a lot, her temperament is more serene, and her deep blue eyes have gained a touch of the wisdom of time.

But at this moment, those eyes were filled with shock, and a hint of indescribable complexity.

"Your Majesty Ian!" Malena walked to the center of the room and stopped.

She looked at the young man sitting by the window; his face hadn't changed much from what she remembered.

But those eyes, vast as the starry sea and deep as the universe, made her dare not look directly at them.

"There's no need for such formalities between us. Please sit down," Ian said, gesturing to the chair opposite him.

Malena hesitated for a moment, but still sat down, with a distance of three meters between them.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat somber, with only the sound of the wind coming from outside the window.

After a long silence, Malena finally spoke softly, "You...you really became the Morning Star?"

"Um."

"When did this happen?"

"months ago."

Silence again.

Malena lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes.

She remembered the boy who had been engrossed in making potions at the Star Leaf Potions Shop a few years ago, and his calm figure as he left.

Not long ago, I overheard some rumors about his hometown. At that time, I had some suspicions, but I just couldn't believe it.

A fourth-level Morning Star is an existence that stands at the pinnacle of the entire Anoria.

But she was only a level one wizard.

"Are you... doing well?" Malena looked up and forced a smile.

"Not bad," Ian said gently. "And you? Still in the Potions department?"

"Yes, he's the vice dean now. He was promoted by Morton Tower Master just half a year ago."

Marlena paused for a moment, then said, "Upon hearing the news from your homeland, your mentor, Elivia, finally decided to travel to the Central Continent, and she reserved her position for me."

"She is a good mentor."

"yes……"

The conversation seems to be going to end again.

Ian got up, walked to the window, and looked at the night outside.

"You've taken good care of the alchemical sapling and those five fruits."

Malena was taken aback, then a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. "You saw it?"

“I know their scent very well.” Ian didn’t turn around. “It’s safe and the energy is plentiful in your private breeding room.”

Malena also stood up, walked to Ian's side, and looked out the window with him.

"They miss you, especially Lucy, who keeps saying, 'When will the Great Demon King come back?'"

Her voice carried a hint of amusement, "Gaga just slipped over there and is playing with them."

Ian smiled slightly as he watched Gaga and the five fruits frolicking and chattering in the cultivation room.

"Thank you for taking care of them."

"You're welcome," Malena said softly. "They...are very cute."

As time passed slowly, the barriers between their social statuses dissipated considerably as they chatted.

The two were like old friends reunited after a long separation, talking about the past, their experiences over the years, and their shared memories.

The sky outside the window changed from deep blue to pitch black, and then gradually turned white.

The first rays of morning light streamed into the room.

Malena opened her eyes and suddenly realized that this night might be the closest she had ever been to him in her entire life.

"I have to go now."

Ian did not stop him and handed over a dimensional ring.

"Here are some level two and three potions and their crafting tips, as well as recipes for several rare potions. They should be helpful to you."

Malena took the crystal, her heart trembling slightly. She gripped the crystal tightly and gave Ian a deep look.

His eyes were incredibly complex, filled with gratitude, joy, and a hint of indescribable melancholy.

In the end, she said nothing, just nodded, and turned to leave.

The footsteps faded into the distance.

Ian stood by the window, watching her figure disappear at the end of the corridor, and remained silent for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, a dark silver shadow slipped in through the crack in the door.

Gaa hopped onto the windowsill, sniffled, and darted around with her eyes.

It smelled a faint, lingering fragrance in the room, and then looked at Ian's calm profile.

The little guy blinked, wisely refraining from asking further questions, and simply nuzzled Ian's hand.

"Ian, where do we go next?"

Ian withdrew his gaze and looked towards the eastern horizon, the direction of the Silver Ring, as well as the direction of the Undying Heart and the Embrace of Nature.

"Go see an old friend."

His voice was calm, radiating an unwavering confidence.

"Some old things need to be put to rest."

As a Morning Star Wizard, he was still being harassed even though his family's bloodline had been undergoing a leap for more than half a year.

This may well be partly due to the indulgence of these few morning stars.

Ian was well aware that the sudden emergence of a Morning Star bloodline family in this sea area would inevitably lead to the encroachment on the corresponding top resources, something they did not want to see.

"Hmph! Let me see what's so special about the Morning Star of the Wizarding World!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step out and disappeared from the room.

Only the gradually brightening morning light outside the window and the faint lingering fragrance in the air remain.