Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Time slips away quietly.

Seven days have passed since World Tree Azshara broke through in her seclusion.

The Emerald Nebula above the Silver Moon Highlands surges continuously, day and night.

Elf Queen Serafina and High Priest Karendil remained at the core of the barrier day and night.

They mobilized the entire Silvermoon Council to maintain the stable operation of the Silvermoon Barrier and isolate it from all prying eyes, both inside and outside.

However, the vast aura originating from the World Tree itself continued to rise, and even with the barrier in place, it had begun to shake the foundations of the surrounding rules.

On the seventh day, at sunset, the strange event occurred without warning.

The entire Emerald Nebula, high above the Silver Moon Highlands, suddenly collapsed inward, shrinking its volume tenfold in an instant.

hum! ! !

An intensely vibrant emerald light burst forth from the core of the collapsing nebula, like a green star being illuminated.

next second.

The nebula, having collapsed to its limit, exploded and expanded, transforming into countless tiny specks of light that scattered across the sky.

Within a radius of thousands of miles of Silvermoon Highlands, all trees, vines, and flowers began to grow wildly.

Dead ancient trees sprout new branches, flowers that have withered for many years bloom again in the rain of light, and the moss, plants and shrubs on the ground seem to have been fast-forwarded.

They spread wildly and grew tall, completely covering the original rocks and soil.

The air is filled with a rich sense of life and the fresh scent of grass and trees.

In the forest, countless wild beasts stopped running or hunting. They raised their heads, bathed in the emerald green light, and let out low, satisfied hisses or roars.

Some of the older wild animals had their fur become glossy, and their eyes, no longer cloudy, regained their vitality.

Even more unusual were a few naturally intelligent beasts whose eyes suddenly lit up with a glint of wisdom, as if the door to intelligence had been opened.

They bent their forelimbs toward the direction of the Silvermoon Highlands and let out a low growl of awe.

Meanwhile, countless ordinary people from various factions and towns residing on the outskirts of the highlands and affiliated with the Silvermoon Council pushed open their doors and took to the streets.

As they gazed at the emerald rain of light pouring down from the sky and the forests growing rapidly within it, they all knelt down, clasped their hands together, and prayed devoutly towards the direction of Silvermoon Highlands.

"It's the moon goddess appearing!"

"The World Tree is protecting us!"

"A miracle! This is a miracle of life!"

They may not feel the fluctuations in the rules, but they can directly sense that this land is becoming better and more vibrant.

Their illnesses were easing, their fatigue was dissipating, and even their breathing became easier.

This is the most direct blessing bestowed upon lower beings when a higher-dimensional life form leaps to a higher level.

Inside the Silvermoon Highlands, the feelings of all the moon elves were even more profound.

Every elf, regardless of level, felt a clear resonance deep within their bloodline.

Ancient memories dormant in the genes are awakened, and the warm and vast power of the World Tree flows through the bloodline and into the whole body.

The magic core of younger elves is more stable, while the bottleneck of older elves begins to loosen.

Even ordinary elven craftsmen felt more at ease with their tools, as if they had established some kind of subtle connection with the materials.

"Your Majesty..." An elven elder stood behind Serafina, his voice trembling with excitement.

Serafina did the same, her eyes fixed on the vibrant forest outside the barrier and the emerald rain of light falling from the sky.

She was more nervous and excited than anyone else; the Holy Number was crossing that crucial threshold.

"The life resonance of the sacred tree...this is just the beginning," Serafina whispered.

"Full alert! No one is allowed to approach the vicinity of this plane. Violators will be killed without mercy!"

half a month later.

A loud bang.

At the core of Silvermoon Highlands, in the location of the sealed demiplane, the earth rose up without warning.

It seems that some enormous thing has burst forth from the deepest part of the earth's crust!

Immediately afterwards, a point of extremely emerald green light pierced the ground from the center of the bulge, and the light rapidly expanded and rose higher.

Three breaths later, a gigantic, verdant tree phantom rose from the core of Silvermoon Highlands, its branches and leaves blotting out the sky.

The trunk is over three kilometers in diameter and its surface is covered with ancient and mysterious patterns, seemingly recording the secrets of the universe.

The tree roots, like writhing dragons, burrowed deep into the earth, frantically drawing and gathering the ley line energy of the Silver Moon Highlands wherever they passed.

The tree canopy stretched infinitely towards the sky, easily piercing through the silver moon barrier, through the clouds, and finally breaking through the world barrier.

Every time the phantom grew upwards, the entire Silver Moon Highlands, no, the land within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, trembled!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

At this moment, no matter where you are in the central continent, you can see a verdant, towering tree slowly rising as long as you look up!

The visual impact and the resonance of the rules caused all living beings who witnessed this scene to be deeply shaken.

"This is the World Tree... it has truly ascended..."

"The Silvermoon Elf... is about to give birth to a Radiant Throne!"

"The格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or landscape) of the Central Continent... is about to change!"

Countless whispers echoed in the secret chambers, towers, and halls of the various factions.

The tremors inside the Silvermoon Highlands were even more intense.

If Serafina and Karendil hadn't been prepared and mobilized the power of the Moonlit Domain and the barrier to firmly stabilize the core area, the spatial tremors caused by the rising phantom alone would have been enough to turn the entire Silvermoon Highlands into dust.

Ian stood by the window, gazing at the magnificent, ethereal silhouette.

The fiery star core in the spiritual sea instinctively felt a burning heat and excitement in the face of this vast level-six aura.

That is a yearning for higher power.

"When will I be able to reach such a level..." Ian murmured to himself.

The appearance of the phantom signifies that Azshara's true form is deeply merging with the rules of the wizarding world.

But this is still not the end. The real transformation lies in the qualitative change of the soul and the rules.

But it takes time.

Sure enough, over the next three months, the strange phenomena over Silvermoon Highlands entered a relatively stable period of incubation.

Emerald nebulae revolve around the sky-supporting phantom, day and night without ceasing.

The life and rhythmic fluctuations they emit continuously radiate and transform the Silvermoon Highlands and its surrounding areas.

More and more plants are undergoing benign mutations, giving birth to magical plants with faint magical properties.

More wild beasts developed intelligence and even formed several primitive beastman tribes that worshipped the "World Tree" as a totem.

The overall strength of the Silver Moon Elf race has rapidly increased under the continuous nourishment of bloodline resonance.

And the attention of the entire Central Continent was firmly drawn here.

The third month and seven days after the breakthrough in my seclusion.

noon.

Above the Silver Moon Highlands, the emerald nebula and the phantom of the giant tree, which had been relatively calm for a long time, suddenly burst forth with unprecedented light!

The light was no longer a simple emerald green, but a complex color that blended silver, pale gold, deep purple, and even ethereal black.

Each color represents a fundamental rule of the world that is being triggered and resonates with.

hum! ! !

Space began to distort, fold, break, and recombine.

Centered on the phantom of the giant tree, thick, mountain-like silver chains formed from pure rules slowly appeared from various dimensions of the void.

Chains are not physical objects, yet they are heavier and more imposing than any physical object.

One end of them connects to nothingness, while the other end slowly wraps around the phantom of the World Tree.

The first chain wrapped around the tree trunk represents the acceptance of the rules of life.

The second branch, entwined around the main branch, represents the resonance of the rules of dreams.

The third one, wrapped around the root system, represents the anchoring of the earth and the rules of space.

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With each chain winding upwards, the World Tree phantom solidified a little more, and the oppressive aura it emitted surged.

When the ninth chain, representing moonlight and purification, wrapped around the highest point of the tree canopy.

"Splash..."

A sound echoed in the sky, penetrating straight to the soul.

This is the world itself, the best fantasy novel voted by Cola Novels readers, with "Wizard: My Skills Can Break Through Infinitely" ranking high! It celebrates with the most ancient language of rules.

The sound defies description; sometimes it is like a resounding bell, shaking the soul; sometimes it is like a babbling brook, soothing the mind; sometimes it is like the whispers of the starry sky, containing endless mysteries.

All living beings who heard this "chantment of heaven and earth," regardless of their rank or race, instantly entered a strange state of enlightenment.

A door to the rules had temporarily opened a crack before them.

Although most people cannot understand or remember it, this moment of listening is enough to broaden their future path.

"Bound by the chains of rules, heaven and earth sing in hymn..."

This is the dawn of the wizarding civilization, a unique phenomenon of advancement!

Ian closed his eyes and listened intently to the vast voice of the rules.

The blazing star core in the sea of ​​consciousness spun at an unprecedented speed, greedily absorbing and analyzing this rare manifestation of the rules.

This has immeasurable reference value for his astronomical studies.

Azshara's ascension has entered the final and most crucial stage of rule integration.

Once she successfully absorbs the blessing of these chains of rules, allowing her soul essence to complete its final sublimation...

A new throne of the sun will be officially born!

This earth-shattering phenomenon of advancement lasted for three whole months, and no force in the entire Central Continent could ignore it.

The six top powers reacted almost on the very day the first phase of the anomalies appeared.

The Void Echoes Secret Society, at the top of the Astrology Tower.

A female figure dressed in a garment adorned with stars and threads of destiny floats silently in the center of a giant star chart.

Her face was shrouded in a mist, with only her deep eyes clearly visible, reflecting the chains of rules and the chanting illusions above the Silver Moon Highlands.

This is Servia, the great prophet of the Void Echoes, a level six Sun Wizard.

Her fingertips traced lightly across the void, leaving behind silver trails of destiny.

The intertwined trajectories attempt to outline the impact of Azshara's successful ascension on the Central Continent and even the fate of the Wizarding Alliance.

"The line of fate has taken a major fork... one leads to stability and prosperity, the other harbors unknown turbulence..."

"Let's observe for now."

Her eyes sparkled with starlight, but eventually returned to calm, adopting a neutral and critical attitude.

The alien sun can be promoted, but it must be taken into account the observation and consideration of fate.

The Tower of Knowledge, the deepest part of the Archives of Void Civilization.

Surrounded by countless floating crystal books and memory orbs, an old man dressed in a simple gray robe with a beard that reached his chest was excitedly waving a quill pen.

Dozens of light screens floated in front of him, densely recording every detail of the strange phenomena in the Silvermoon Highlands.

Energy spectrum, regular fluctuation frequency, life radiation intensity, spatial curvature variation...

This person was none other than the great scholar Orion, a sixth-level Sun Wizard.

"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!" Orion's eyes lit up, and his pen danced in afterimages.

"Empirical evidence of the six-level leap in the life forms of the World Tree! Another observational data point demonstrating the manifestation of the rule chains! A record of the rule frequency of the chanting of heaven and earth!"

"This is a priceless treasure trove of knowledge! It must be fully included in 'The Pan-Civilization Advancement Observation Record: Elf Volume'!"

He had no concern whatsoever about whether the Silvermoon Council would become the seventh top power.

What he cared about was how many valuable samples this rare promotion process itself could add to his vast knowledge base.

Knowledge is power, and observation and recording are the first steps to acquiring power.

The War Furnace Academy, a giant training ground high platform.

A bald giant, over three meters tall, with muscles bulging like cast iron, wore a simple leather battle skirt, crossed his arms, and gazed toward the silver moon.

His bloodshot eyes reflected the towering tree shadows, and his face remained completely expressionless.

King of War, Brûl, a level six Sun Wizard, is also the Dean of the Academy.

"The sacred tree of the elves has grown." Brûl's voice was like two giant rocks rubbing together, full of power.

"The more hardwood there is, the stronger the Wizarding Alliance will become."

"Those void worms are rampaging, the abyss is writhing in the shadows, and there are many malevolent eyes in the void."

He turned around and ordered the row of Moonlit War commanders standing behind him: "Prepare a furnace gift and send it over once that tree has fully ascended."

His attitude was clear: he welcomed newcomers, but his requirements were simple: when necessary, they needed to obey the alliance's war command.

With his pragmatic and direct nature, the addition of another powerful warrior like Hao Ri gives the Wizard Alliance more confidence when facing external threats.

Dragon's Rest Temple, Valley of Sleep.

A long, ancient, and majestic dragon roar echoed through the deep valley.

At the bottom of the valley, an ancient dragon, as large as a mountain and covered with dark golden scales, slowly raised its head.

The enormous vertical pupil, like molten gold, pierced through the void and landed on the verdant phantom on Silvermoon Highlands.

The Golden Ancient Dragon, the highest leader of the Dragon Sleeping Temple, is also a Level 6 Sun God.

"The little sapling has finally grown to a height that can stand shoulder to shoulder with you." Gu Long's voice resonated in the space, carrying a rare sense of relief.

Dragons and elves have a connection dating back to ancient times. Both are long-lived species and have faced certain ancient enemies together.

The addition of another alien race, Hao Ri, is not necessarily a bad thing for the dragon race, which is somewhat isolated within the human-dominated wizard alliance.

At least on certain issues, we may have one more ally who understands our position.

"Send a squad of dragons over to offer their blessings." The ancient dragon lowered its head again, its voice growing softer. "Be friendly."

The remaining two top human powers, the Spellcasting School and the Star Council, also showed attention befitting their status to the birth of a new Radiant Sun.

The ones that are truly active are the secondary forces that have level-five Moonlit Wizards in charge.

Once the Silvermoon Council rises to the top, it will inevitably mean a redistribution of resources and discourse power in the Central Continent.

The cake is only so big; if one more person comes to the table, the original people may have to eat one less bite.

Direct opposition? No one would be so foolish as to oppose the authority of a newly crowned Sun Throne.

However, the small actions of probing, probing, and making advance plans to maximize their own interests in the new landscape suddenly became incredibly frequent.

Within just a few days, more than twenty "congratulatory" or "exchange" delegations from different Radiant Moon factions set off from various parts of the Central Continent, heading straight for the Silver Moon Highlands.

The leaders of these delegations were at least fourth-level Morning Stars, and many were confidants or even descendants of fifth-level Radiant Moon Wizards.

The gifts they bring may be substantial, but the intentions hidden beneath the gift list require the Silvermoon Council, especially Elf Queen Serafina and High Priest Karendil, to handle with utmost care.

And as all the events converged, the focus was on Azshara's ascension.

Another equally important mission, but with a completely different purpose, quietly departed from the headquarters of the Supreme Wizard Alliance.

The delegation was led by a senior Level 5 Moonlit Wizard, and its members included diplomats, law wizards, civilization assessors, and contract experts.

The delegation was led by a senior Level 5 Moonlit Wizard, and its members included diplomats, law wizards, civilization assessors, and contract experts.

Their mission was not for the new dawn of the Silvermoon Elves.

Rather, it was an urgent report that the Elf Queen Seraphine had submitted to the highest levels of the Alliance through secret channels earlier.

Regarding the intermediate world called "Exoc", the initial handling suggestions from the Wizarding Civilization Alliance and its explorer Ian Marcus.

This report involves a race with a special talent called "Summoners".

A ravaged world invaded by the Abyss and ravaged by the Zerg, and within it lies a valuable research sample about "inter-world communication".

Its strategic value, in the eyes of some high-ranking members of the alliance, is no less than the birth of a new radiant sun.

After all, while the Sun Wizards are powerful, the foundation of wizarding civilization lies in the exploration and mastery of the endless world and knowledge.

The itinerary of this civilization pioneering mission is being kept strictly confidential, and they will contact Ian as soon as they arrive at Silvermoon Highlands.

Meanwhile, in a bedroom in Silvermoon Highlands, Ian opened his eyes from meditation, a faint golden light flashing deep within his pupils.

He gazed at the sky beyond the forbidden area, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

A storm is coming.

How much profit can he seize in this storm?