Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Before the Summoner could react, space twisted and the scene before him changed drastically.

Rocks, companions, and enemies vanished instantly, replaced by an endless expanse of mist.

The earth was soft and sticky to the touch, and a pale crescent moon hung in the sky, constantly writhing.

The entire space was deathly silent; even their breathing and heartbeats had disappeared.

No, it's not completely silent.

From the far distance came whispers and sobs of unknown meaning, the sounds distorted and shrill, drilling straight into the depths of the soul.

"Illusion?! Mental attack?!"

The dark gray tentacle creature was filled with shock and rage, and its psionic energy erupted wildly, attempting to tear this eerie space apart.

The psionic beam shot out, but it was like a mud ox entering the sea, leaving only a brief ripple in the gray fog before being completely swallowed up.

The pale crescent moon seemed to glance at him. Where the moonlight shone, the ground began to undulate, and arms made of shadows and viscous liquid slowly stretched out, reaching for him.

Cold and slippery, imprinted with twisted and insane emotions, it penetrated the psychic barrier and was directly imprinted on his consciousness.

"ah!!!"

He let out a silent scream, a hint of fear flashing in his single, scarlet eye.

This was not any psionic attack he understood; it felt like falling into the most vile and insane nightmare in the world.

Inside the spherical space, the view from the perspective of the other two summoners was completely different.

They only saw their companion rush to within ten meters of the man when his figure suddenly froze, and then vanished mysteriously as if erased by an eraser.

"Kuta!" The pale brown-bearded creature stopped in its tracks in shock.

Alarm bells rang in the Dark Gold Tentacles's mind, and an ominous premonition gripped his psionic core.

"Watch out! He's acting strangely! Join forces!"

The two reacted extremely quickly, immediately standing back to back, their dark golden and light brown psionic energy intertwining to form a sturdy double-layered protective shield.

At the same time, their tentacles danced wildly, emitting dense psionic waves in all directions, trying to find traces of their comrades or enemies.

Ian remained standing in the mist, seemingly oblivious to the two men who were on high alert.

He raised his hand again, slowly spreading his five fingers, and then gently pulling them inward.

"You may come in as well."

Both Summoners simultaneously felt their feet begin to sink, the surrounding space began to twist and rotate, colors peeled away, and sounds faded into the distance.

Their seemingly solid psionic shield melted away silently without a struggle, becoming part of this swirling, distorted spectacle.

"No!!"

The Dark Gold Tentacle only had time to unleash one last roar before it was swallowed up by endless darkness.

Ian's "consciousness" hung high in the sky, like an indifferent god, looking down on the three visitors who had fallen into it.

He called this place the Nightmare Space, based on the dream space foundation of the [Moon God's Codex].

However, the kernel has been completely corrupted and reconstructed by the abyssal demonic energy he introduced.

Order and logic are suppressed to the minimum, and chaos, fear, and all the dark sides of the subconscious are magnified into the "underlying rules" of this world.

The dark gray tentacle creature was on the verge of mental collapse amidst endless twisted whispers, its psychic energy dissipating, futilely attacking the air.

The man with the light brown beard fared slightly better; he found himself trapped in a constantly shifting labyrinth.

With each door he pushed open, he found himself facing a deeper despair: the twisted smiles of his childhood friends, the cold, disappointed eyes of his elders—all these things felt like tangible blades cutting into his consciousness.

The strongest Dark Gold Tentacle was surrounded by a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Beneath their feet lay the shattered corpses of countless Zerg and Summoner brethren, while black blood rained down from the sky.

In the center of the sea of ​​blood, a figure who looked exactly like him but with crazed eyes was relentlessly slaughtering his people in the void.

He tried to stop it, but found himself unable to move and could only watch helplessly as each blow struck his soul.

"Ugh... Where am I?! Let me out!"

He let out a painful roar, trying to calm himself, but the surrounding scenery became increasingly terrifying and realistic as his emotions fluctuated.

Ian did not respond. In this nightmare space he ruled, he was the rule.

With a slight thought, three wisps of silver mist, thinner than a strand of hair, descended from the pale crescent moon, ignoring the three people's psionic defenses, and gently touched their foreheads.

The fusion of "entering the dream" and "dream projection"... Dream invasion.

In an instant, a large number of chaotic and broken fragments of memory surged into Ian's consciousness along the silver-gray threads.

He was like the most efficient processor, quickly filtering, organizing, and piecing together the key information.

In the world of Exoc, there is also a Council of Summoners.

This is the highest authority and resistance institution of the remaining Esok people, presided over by seven core elders at the peak of level four.

Scattered in relatively safe hideouts throughout the world of Exok, they lead the survivors against the Zerg invasion.

The source of the cosmic subconscious fragments that Ian was most concerned about has been confirmed once again.

When the world's will of Esok was resisting the erosion of the abyss, it was severely damaged and collapsed, scattering fragments of world rules and collective consciousness.

When the world's will of Esok was resisting the erosion of the abyss, it was severely damaged and collapsed, scattering fragments of world rules and collective consciousness.

These fragments contained parts of the world's origin and rules, and were obtained by the first lucky group of people who became the first Awakeners of the World.

The Summoners rely on the Resonance Fragments for power and guidance, and also attempt to collect them to repair the world or find a way out.

In the memories of his dream, he obtained a crucial piece of information: the passage to the heart of the world.

After the World Will fell into slumber, an ancient and strange natural passage was created, leading to the World Heart of Essoc.

But now that area is completely shrouded and sealed off by a dense abyssal mist.

The mist is filled with rules distorted by the abyss and unknown dangers, so much so that even the Zerg hive and the Council of Summoners dare not venture too deep.

Then, Ian saw the terrifying scene repeatedly recalled in the Dark Gold Tentacle's memory, which was about the fall of two Silvermoon Council Morning Stars.

About three months ago, the two elven wizards, Carlisle and Thran, appeared in the perception screen.

They followed the unusual signs of insectoid activity to this place and discovered that pure abyssal demonic energy was seeping from the cracks in the ground.

Just as they were cautiously exploring, they were attacked by a strange insectoid race.

The memory is somewhat blurry and shaky, showing that the Dark Gold Tentacle was hiding somewhere, spying from a distance.

The attackers were not the usual giant insectoids; they were only the size of large hounds, with a pair of wings and a translucent dark purple carapace.

When they fly, their wings vibrate without making any sound, their energy disturbance is almost non-existent, and they blend into their environment, making them difficult to detect in advance by conventional mental scans.

In the first wave of contact, Carlisle and Thran relied on their extensive experience to repel or kill several of them.

However, these insectoids are incredibly fast, and their attack methods are not physical biting or energy jets; they attempt to directly strike the wizard's body, especially the head.

The battle continued into the night, and the two rested in a makeshift cave.

However, a Zergling slowly "saw out" from the shadows of the rocks, ignoring the defensive barriers, and silently "seeped" into Carlisle's skin like liquid, disappearing without a trace.

Carlisle's body trembled slightly before returning to calm.

The next morning, Thrann was examining the traces around him when Carlisle, with his back to him, suddenly launched a sneak attack without warning.

In the memory, Carlisle's eyes were empty, his face was distorted, and he had completely lost his mind, launching the most ferocious and reckless sneak attack on Thran.

Thran was shocked and hastily engaged in battle, the two fighting their way from the cave to the outside world.

The battle was exceptionally fierce. In the end, Thran, despite being severely wounded, pierced Carlisle's chest with a powerful single-target destructive spell.

Thran staggered closer, panting, seemingly wanting to check on his companion.

But when he touched Carlisle's gradually cooling body, his face turned deathly pale.

Carlisle's soul... is empty.

Like a nut that has been carefully cracked open and hollowed out.

The soul's physical form remains, but the core consciousness, memories, and self have all vanished without a trace, leaving only an empty shell.

Before Thran could recover from his grief, even more dark purple insectoids surged forth from all directions, silently attacking the heavily wounded and mentally shaken Thran...

As the memory reached this point, Ian sensed the fear and relief the Dark Gold Tentacles had felt.

He and another peak level four Summoner watched from afar, witnessing the fall of the two Morning Stars.

They did not make a move.

Firstly, they were wary of the strange insectoid race; secondly, it was based on the consistent attitude of the Summoners Council towards "outsiders."

Perhaps, there was also a desire to let outsiders test this new threat.

The memory fragments also provide the Exok name for this insectoid race: Soul Eater.

They speculate that this is a special mutated unit that evolved after the mother nest devoured and fused some scattered fragments of cosmic subconsciousness.

These subconscious fragments grant them powerful abilities, allowing them to bypass mental and soul defenses and directly infiltrate, erode, and devour the soul.

Inside the Nightmare Space, time flows differently than outside.

When Ian withdrew the three strands of silver-gray mist, the three Summoners below were already on the verge of death.

Their psychic energy was almost depleted, their minds were repeatedly tormented and ravaged by their respective nightmares, their consciousness was scattered, and only instinctive fear and trembling remained.

Ian had no interest in tormenting them; with a thought, the pale crescent moon suddenly changed.

Three invisible and intangible "moonlight blades" that directly affect the soul silently swept past.

The three of them stiffened abruptly, the light in their eyes went out completely, and they collapsed to the ground.

Deep within their spiritual seas, the silver-white rune emitting a faint glow was enveloped and peeled away by a gentle moonlight power, slowly flying towards Ian in the sky.

The Dark Gold Tentacle was the strongest, and in the final moment before his soul was annihilated, Ian's indifferent face was reflected in his eyes.

Ian reached out and grasped, and three silver runes fell into his palm, gently echoing the fragments he had previously obtained.

The nightmare space began to fade and dissipate.

Inside the spherical space, the bodies of the three summoners had lost their vitality, and their carapaces had become dull and lifeless.

Ian lowered his head in deep thought, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

This is the terrifying evolutionary ability of the Voidlings; whatever they devour, they can evolve into that same ability.

The Soul-Eating Worm, which devoured fragments of the universe's subconscious, was even more terrifying.

It can silently infiltrate the mind's sea to devour souls and control the body; this is an enemy that traditional energy or physical attacks cannot defend against.

It points directly to the most vulnerable spot of all intelligent beings...the soul.

Carlisle and Thran, two experienced Morning Star wizards, were by no means weak; their demise clearly indicated the level of this threat.

"The Mother Nest... is already utilizing the power of the fragments," Ian murmured silently.

This is also a huge threat to him, meaning that the evolutionary direction of the brood is more dangerous, and it may even come to Asco at any time.

But it is also an unprecedented opportunity.

The appearance of the Soul-Eating Worm proves the potential of fragments of the cosmic subconscious, which can not only bypass the world's will but also attack at the soul level.

If he could capture a few and analyze the structure and power operation of the Soul-Eating Insects, he might be able to deduce a deeper and more direct way to use the fragments.

It far surpasses the crude resonance and borrowing of the Summoner.

This will play a crucial role in completing his [Multiverse Projection Descent Technique], and even in his future exploration of the heart of the world and facing the abyss.

Of course, there are certain risks involved in hunting and killing Soul-Eating Insects, but risk and opportunity are like two sides of the same coin.

Ian collected the three fragments and temporarily placed them into the outer perimeter of his mental sea, where the power of the Sun and Moon dual cores slowly washed away and analyzed their surface structure.

Deeper exploration requires a safe environment and more time.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the thick layers of rock, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

He had previously cleared out a nest, but the mother nest couldn't possibly have let it go. Now the surface was covered with an army of Zerg, and even Soul Eaters were hidden there.

His tactics need to be adjusted.

Facing the Soul-Eating Worms, the conventional wizard combat form is too risky, and Ian has to be wary, with Carlisle's example serving as a stark warning.

"Crescent form..." Ian recalled the power of the silvery-white dream core in his mental sea.

Nightmare Space is constructed based on this form. In this form, his soul essence is more inclined towards the rules of "dreams" and "chaos," and may be of the same origin or even higher level than the Soul-Eating Worm.

This might create some resistance, or even counteract it.

Moreover, the "Soul Walk" and Dream Invasion in the crescent form are excellent means of obtaining intelligence, conducting silent assassinations, and avoiding physical attacks.

His goals need to be more specific and radical.

Before further fusing more fragments into the mother nest and evolving into even more terrifying units, it is essential to collect as many scattered fragments of the cosmic subconscious as possible.

He was about to activate his hunting mode and destroy large numbers of the mother nests, especially the Soul Eaters and the World Summoners.

They are all holders of fragments, which not only reduces the threat but also allows them to accelerate the refinement of the Descent Technique by analyzing these Soul-Eating Insects, while also collecting a large amount of the Esok world's essence.

In Ian's eyes, the illusory images of the sun and moon flashed by, eventually settling into a calm and confident demeanor.

Before the Voidbringer descends, more than 90% of the insect hives on the ground must be destroyed.

This would effectively sever the connection between the Mother Nest and Exok, making it impossible for them to even descend.

Of course, doing this will definitely trigger a fierce counterattack from the mother nest.

However, his meditation technique had been fully integrated, his strength had increased once again, and he was fearless.

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