Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Ian sits suspended in a spherical underground space.

In his spiritual sea, his consciousness scanned the words of the [Moon Goddess's Manual] word by word, and the surprise in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.

This is the most complete and profound lineage of meditation he has ever seen.

From the first-level wizard's "Entering the Dream" to the second-level wizard's "Moonlight Power," the system is clear and progresses step by step.

When his mental energy swept across the third layer, he felt a slight jolt in his heart.

The establishment of a void energy conversion channel in the spiritual sea means that during normal cultivation, one will no longer be completely subject to the external magical environment.

Magic is self-sufficient, which is the cornerstone for reaching higher levels.

The third-level core sorcery, Dream Projection, is not a simple suppression of a domain, but rather a brief pull of an illusory dream into reality.

Any harm inflicted on an enemy in a dream can be reflected in the real world.

Upon reaching the fourth level of Morning Star, the [Moon God's Codex] finally revealed the weight befitting its "godly" title.

The soul undergoes its first qualitative change, and the "Imprint of the Moon" condenses in the spiritual sea, unifying all prior sorcery, gaining a true dream realm and a core of void transformation, as well as the core rule sorcery: the Three Phases of the Moon.

"As expected of a high-level meditation method, its value is immeasurable." Ian was extremely excited.

He gathered his thoughts and continued to immerse himself in his spiritual sea. The [Starry Sky Ritual] was now complete, and the first three layers of the manual were not particularly difficult for him.

Following the guidance of the manual, the immense spiritual power began to circulate.

Soon, a wisp of cool, silvery energy was born from nothingness and flowed within his spiritual sea.

This is the unique power of moonlight, light and serene, carrying the hazy and orderly quality characteristic of dreams.

The next step, integration, is the most crucial one.

Let's begin!

At the center of Ian's mental sea, the blazing star core seemed to sense the "invasion" of external rules.

"boom!"

A terrifying heatwave erupted from within the star's core, and the golden-red sun roared, attempting to dispel and incinerate the intruding silver moonlight.

Ian's heart tightened, and he carefully guided the power of the moonlight, allowing it to seep into every line on the surface of the star core, permeating its fiery essence.

Ian's consciousness was torn in two by an invisible force at that moment.

Half of his consciousness suddenly rose upwards, piercing the boundaries of his mental sea, as if ascending into an endless, cold void.

Just then, the dormant [Abyss Soul Pact] was triggered and began to resonate violently.

In the darkness, a pure yet chaotic will, filled with primal malice, was drawn in.

Dark purple demonic energy meandered along the guiding path and entered Ian's mental sea.

This is a unique feature of the [Starry Sky Festival], and the ability to communicate with the abyss and obtain pure demonic energy must be retained.

The other half of consciousness also ventured into the void, sinking deeper into a strange place actively constructed by the power of moonlight.

The silvery-white power of the moon spread out, gradually constructing a vast and silent world, with only a phantom crescent moon hanging in the center.

The dream world.

There is no sound, no physical form, only endless silence and a crescent moon.

The entire dream began to spontaneously draw upon the sparse energy from the surrounding void, transforming it into more lunar power.

Completely different cultivation states are simultaneously carried out within the same body and the same spiritual sea.

The sea of ​​consciousness began to tremble violently, emitting a hum that seemed unable to bear the burden.

The scorching heat of the star core, the chaos of the abyssal demonic energy, and the tranquility of the moonlit dreamscape collided, squeezed, and attempted to annihilate each other.

Suddenly, the abyssal demonic energy, which had been initially purified but retained only its chaotic and disordered nature, inevitably met the moonlight power permeating the spiritual sea.

Logically speaking, the chaos and madness of the abyss and the tranquil order of the moonlight should be irreconcilable.

But when Ian saw that at the edge where they touched, the expected annihilation storm did not erupt; instead, they began to merge extremely slowly.

The dark purple demonic energy slowly dissipated, gradually seeping into the silvery-white dream world.

The dream world did not collapse.

On the contrary, the chaotic and disordered fragments of rules contained in the demonic energy seemed to become the best adhesive and building material.

The once empty and silent silver space began to change. Twisted patterns appeared on the illusory ground, and a thin mist of indescribable color gradually rose in the space.

Something indescribable flashed by in the thin mist.

A flash of insight struck Ian, and he suddenly understood.

What are dreams?

It is a fragment of thought, an ocean of subconsciousness, a stage for revelry after conscious logic has faded.

It is inherently chaotic, inherently irrational, and inherently unrestrained by the rules of reality!

The terrifying, chaotic rules of the abyssal demonic energy resonate with the essence of dreams on a deeper level.

A bold, almost insane decision exploded deep within Ian's soul.

He was no longer satisfied with using purified and filtered abyssal demonic energy to construct his dream world.

He wanted to directly import the most fundamental chaotic rules from that wisp of demonic energy as the cornerstone for constructing and strengthening this new dream world!

With a thought, the bindings of the [Abyss Soul Pact] loosened slightly.

A more primal, wilder element of chaos is stripped away and infused into a silvery dreamscape.

"Crack!" It was as if an invisible cracking sound came from the mental sea.

The violent tremors reached their peak, and the scorching star core began to undergo astonishing changes amidst frantic compression and a new equilibrium.

It rapidly compressed and solidified from its original fist-sized size, eventually becoming only the size of a marble.

While its volume has shrunk, its density has increased more than a hundredfold, and the solar energy contained within it has become purer and more restrained.

The color of the flames also transformed from pure golden-red to a strange, fusion-like state.

The core remains a fiery golden-red, but the edges and halo of the flames are tinged with a cool, silvery-white.

The moonlight and the sun's heat no longer clashed, but instead intertwined and coexisted like a double helix.

Even more bizarre changes occurred outside the star's core.

A silvery-white point of light silently condensed and appeared. It was not bright, but it was incredibly stable, like a loyal satellite, slowly orbiting the blazing star core.

Inside the point of light lies a constantly changing miniature dream world.

The previously introduced abyssal demonic energy surged within, transforming into twisted and writhing mountains, a wildly sweeping dark ocean, and countless crawling and howling dream creatures in their nascent stages.

Just as the new balance was completely established, the familiar translucent panel silently appeared.

[Successfully Integrated Meditation Techniques: The Sun and Moon Soul Sacrifice Manual]

[Fourth Layer: Sun and Moon Dual Core Growth Rate 1%]

[New form unlocked (Morning Star stage)]

Ian slowly opened his eyes, and a faint light seemed to flash and disappear in the secret room.

The scene deep within his pupils was strange; in his left eye, a cold, silvery-white crescent moon slowly rotated.

Deep within the right eye, a blazing golden-red sun rises and falls, the sun and moon alternate in their cycles, and finally return to stillness.

"The Sun and Moon Soul Sacrifice Manual... Dual-core..."

He murmured the name softly, feeling an unprecedented fullness in his spiritual sea, the previous restlessness gone.

The silver-white dream core and the golden-red sun core echoed each other, endlessly cycling.

The Dream Core draws energy from the void, transforming it into moonlight to nourish itself and the Sun Core. The Sun Core, in turn, tempers everything with its intense heat, enriching the Dream Core to make it more stable and enabling it to convert some of its power into the purest magic.

"Try it out, this new form of the Morning Star phase."

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Ian focused his mind on the newly formed silver-white dream core in his spiritual sea.

A strange sensation came over him, and his soul floated away from his body.

Looking down, his physical body was still sitting cross-legged below, his face calm and his breathing long, but "he" was already hovering nearly a hundred meters above his physical body.

The world around me has completely changed.

The rocks are no longer dense barriers; tiny insects slumber in the crevices of the rock layers, emitting dreamlike fragments like soap bubbles—bizarre, ephemeral, and fleeting.

Deeper still, the outline of the enormous insect hive appeared in his perception in the form of fluctuations in consciousness.

It was formed by countless monotonous, mechanical specks of consciousness, as if programmed, converging into a cold torrent, filled with greedy expansion and absolute obedience.

In the deepest part of that torrent, in a corner of the mother insect's consciousness, Ian detected an extremely faint fluctuation.

The taste of fear.

Fear of the unknown, an instinctive fear of higher beings, higher-level predators.

"It's really strange that the Queen Insect is afraid of the Void Nest. It seems that each Queen Insect has developed its own independent consciousness."

Ian's soul rose upwards, passing straight through the thick layers of rock as if they were nothing, and arrived at the desolate and lifeless surface.

As night fell, a huge mother nest was slowly writhing in the distance, spewing out acid and male wasps.

Ian hovered directly above the Hive, the cold, mechanical collective consciousness becoming even clearer.

At the heart of the nest, the queen insect's faint fear stood out starkly against the backdrop of absolute obedience.

"Dreamwalking...what an amazing skill!" Ian savored the sensation.

Ignoring physical barriers, the dream consciousness perceives life in a dimension that is almost absolutely hidden.

He kept a close eye on the passage of time.

This state of soul leaving the body and higher-dimensional perception lasted for a full ten minutes before I felt a slight fatigue, and the dream core sent a pull to return.

This far exceeds the original limit of one minute for the "Dream Walk" in the Morning Star stage, as recorded in the "Moon God's Codex".

"Yes, this is the star core of the [Starry Sky Festival]... Now it has become the merit of the sun core."

The sun's intense heat and condensation endowed all things with the properties of food, making his soul essence more stable and powerful, enough to stay longer in the gap between dreams and reality.

Before his consciousness returned, he tried to activate the two cores in his mental sea, attempting to stimulate other possible forms.

The core of the dream trembled slightly, conveying a longing, but the deeper changes were firmly locked away.

Panel information appears in a timely manner:

[The second form of the Sun and Moon requires a level 5 Radiant Moon to unlock, and the third form requires a level 6 Bright Sun to unlock.]

The first form of the lunar core, the dream space and "dream walk," is already powerful enough.

His ability to stealth and spy within the realm of dreams grants him strategic-level reconnaissance and preemptive strike capabilities.

In this world of Exoc, shrouded in Zerg, he has become the deadliest hunter lurking in the shadows.

Time flowed slowly as I meditated deeply and became familiar with the new power system.

Ian has fully digested all the insights gained from this fusion and consolidated his "Sun and Moon Dual Core" realm. About two months have passed since then.

He stood up, his bones crackling slightly, and his aura became even more profound and restrained.

"It's time to delve deeper... into the core secrets of the Exoc world, and clues to fragments of the cosmic subconscious..."

Before the thought had even formed, his powerful senses detected an unusual ripple.

It's not like the monotonous mechanical fluctuations of the Zerg; it's more agile and more sinister.

A summoner has arrived, and there's more than one.

Three waves of psionic energy, varying in strength, were precisely converging on his location in the underground spherical space from three different directions.

One of the auras was obscure yet powerful, clearly reaching the level of the late stage of the fourth level.

The malice emanating from the visitor's soul was extremely obvious and moving at a very fast speed.

Ian's eyes turned icy cold instantly. Without the slightest hesitation, he sank into his spiritual sea, activating the silvery-white dream core.

"Perfect timing to test my new witchcraft." His figure twisted and contorted as he entered the dream space.

A strange sense of detachment returned, as I hovered beneath the spherical dome, like an absolutely silent observer.

Almost the very next second after he completed the switch.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Three different rock walls suddenly exploded, sending debris flying and dust billowing everywhere.

Three figures shrouded in a mental fog stormed into the spherical space.

Their shapes were similar to those of the Haina we had seen before, their bodies covered in biomaterial carapaces, and their heads and whiskers wriggling. However, their carapaces were darker, almost blackish-brown, and their spiritual light was more concentrated.

The leader was the tallest, and the main tentacles extending from his head had a dark golden hue; he was none other than the late-stage level four cultivator.

The dark golden tentacles swept across the entire space, only to find it empty.

In the center of the ground, there seemed to be a slight mark left by sitting for a long time, and a trace of residual energy remained in the air.

"Why isn't it there?"

The leader of the Summoners emitted a strong surge of spiritual energy, filled with doubt. His eyes flickered as he carefully scanned every inch of the rock wall once more.

The summoner to his left had dark gray whiskers and seemed somewhat hesitant.

"The location is set here, and the rune resonance also points here. Could it be that the other party sensed this beforehand and teleported?"

The tentacle on the right was light brown, also belonging to a Level 4 Summoner. The tentacle trembled slightly, as if it were taking in an air sample.

"The residual energy is peculiar; it's neither psionic nor the bio-frequency of the Zerg, but rather... the energy aura of the Void."

Ian observed quietly in the dream space, stopping a hundred meters directly above the head of the Dark Gold Tentacle.

In this dimension, he could clearly observe the psionic circuits within the three individuals, and their muscle fibers beneath the mist.

The silver-white runes in their mental seas are constantly resonating with something somewhere.

In the minds of the three, the intensity of the light from the fragments varied slightly, but they were essentially of the same origin.

Ian was secretly pleased; he didn't have to go looking for her himself, she had come to him on her own.

"Three fragments are enough to complete the missing key part of the [Multiverse Projection Descent Technique]."

Below, the three Summoners clearly did not intend to leave empty-handed.

They began to disperse, carefully examining every anomaly in the space, their psionic energy probing deep into the rock walls like probes.

Ian's soul no longer lingered, but quietly fell back to the center of the dream space, where his body, which had been sitting still, twitched slightly.

He slowly stood up, patted off non-existent dust from his wizard robes, and turned his gaze to the dark gold-bearded Summoner.

"Are you looking for me?"

The Dark Gold Tentacle Summoner's single eye flickered rapidly, transmitting a strong warning through psychic energy.

"That's him! Let's attack together and seize the rune!"

Three powerful psionic shocks, like invisible giant hammers, slammed into Ian from three directions!

The air was compressed, producing a sharp popping sound, and fine cracks appeared on the rocky ground.

With a slight thought, Ian's silvery-white "Dream Core" suddenly lit up in his mental sea.

A cold, profound, and chaotic power rapidly spread from him.

"Welcome... to my world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dream space suddenly expanded, engulfing all three of them.