Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

After the meeting ended, Azshara's consciousness returned to Silvermoon Highlands, summoning Ian.

"I'd like to hear your opinion; please feel free to speak your mind," she said calmly.

Ian was silent for a moment, then looked troubled. "My strength is too weak, can I not go?"

Azshara glared at him: "You call yourself weak?"

"I know you've already reached the threshold of the Radiant Moon Realm. You just need to focus on your secluded cultivation and break through to reach level five."

"But for this mission, the Throne of the Sun have already recommended their respective candidates. You can refuse, but I suggest you accept."

Ian remained silent, still unwilling to go.

Azshara chuckled and continued, "Within the territory of the Star Sea Divine Court, although there is suppression of wizards, there are also tremendous opportunities."

"Their belief system is completely different from that of wizards, but the essence of divine power and the power of rules are connected on some levels."

"If you can find a breakthrough opportunity in the world of the Divine Court, it may be much faster than cultivating in seclusion within the Alliance."

Ian sighed inwardly, then looked up. "What's the Alliance's reward?"

A smile curved Azshara's lips.

"The Alliance promises to help you four upgrade your Wizard Tower to level five free of charge."

"Three level-six attribute-less rule crystals, ten Void Source Stones, and some level-five resources."

"In addition, the alliance will give each of you two million contribution points, which can be exchanged for rare resources, knowledge and permissions within the alliance."

Disappointment flashed in Ian's eyes. The reward was indeed generous to others, but it was of little use to him, who already possessed the Superpower Crystal and the Purple Soul Potion.

Only upgrading the Wizard Tower and obtaining level six rule crystals are somewhat attractive.

He knew in his heart that the Purple Mist World actually benefited greatly from the Alliance; without Azshara's gift, he would not have been able to obtain it.

"Debts of gratitude...are hard to repay!"

He took a deep breath and made up his mind: "Lady Azshara, I accept the mission."

Azshara's eyes lit up, and she nodded in satisfaction.

"One month from now, the seven of us will join forces to open a temporary dimensional portal leading to the edge of the Star Sea Divine Court."

"After the four of you arrive, split up and gather intelligence on your own."

"The core objective is singular: to ascertain the true intentions of the Star Sea Divine Court and whether they are colluding with the Zerg."

"Keep this Alliance emblem safe." Azshara took out a silver badge and handed it to Ian.

"If you encounter a life-threatening situation, crush it and we will open a dimensional portal to rescue you."

"But be aware that it takes time to open the passage, and if the situation is critical, there may not be enough time for rescue."

Ian took the badge and stored it in his personal storage space. "What about the mission deadline?"

"No time limit," Azshara said, "until the truth is revealed."

"Also, regarding the research on subconscious runes in the world of Exoc, the Alliance has developed more applications of runes and such sorcery. We will give you some relevant information before you set off, which may be of some use."

In the following period, Ian entered a state of frantic training.

He didn't even have time to deal with the Xuanhuang Chamber of Commerce, leaving everything to Edel and Ysera.

Inside the meditation room, the light of the super-energy crystal almost never went out, and the growth rate of the Sun and Moon dual cores was slowly but steadily increasing.

71%, 72%, 73%...

In the later stages of Morning Star, every point of improvement requires consuming a massive amount of [Purple Soul Potion] and Super Energy Crystals.

Ian's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and the veins in his temples throbbed, but he gritted his teeth and continued pushing forward.

A month later, the numbers on the panel stopped at 75%.

Ian opened his eyes, golden light almost overflowing from them. He felt his soul had touched an invisible barrier.

However, a month is simply not enough time to break through to the Radiant Moon realm. It seems that the only way to break through is to find an opportunity in the Star Sea Divine Court.

The Central Continent, the headquarters of the Supreme Alliance.

Seven rays of sunlight rose simultaneously, coloring the entire sky with seven different colors.

"Let's begin," Bron stepped into the air, his vast aura surging, and the other thrones followed suit.

The seven forces of law intertwined in mid-air, tearing apart the void and opening a stable dimensional channel.

At the other end of the passage was an unfamiliar starry sky.

Deep in the starry sky, one can vaguely see huge temples floating, their surfaces flowing with golden power of faith.

Even across the dimensional barrier, Ian could feel the oppressive aura, and his heart sank.

This is the territory of the Star Sea Divine Court, where the omnipresent power of faith permeates the entire starry sky.

"Go in, the passage won't last long."

Voidwalker Cassius vanished in a flash, Shadow Dancer Kaleina transformed into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into the passage, and the Imposter Logan was enveloped in a golden halo that instantly merged into the light of the passage.

Ian took a deep breath and stepped into the passage.

Inside the pitch-black spatial passage, the turbulent void currents raged like mad snakes, and Ian felt as if he were being pulled and squeezed by countless hands.

Each spatial shift was accompanied by a violent tremor of the soul, but fortunately this feeling only lasted for less than three seconds.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and I felt a solid sensation under my feet; the soil was slightly damp.

Ian steadied himself, the power of the rules flowing silently, forcibly suppressing the dizziness brought on by the spatial traversal.

He looked up and around; gray fog, an endless expanse of gray fog.

It wasn't the vibrant purple mist of the Purple Mist World, but rather a deathly, cold gray mist.

Fog enveloped the sky and earth, reducing visibility to less than 100 meters.

The ground was dark brown, barren soil, with a few scattered low gray shrubs growing on it.

"Is this the Gray Fog World?" A voice came from the right; it was the Voidwalker Cassius.

He was still shrouded in a silver robe, but now the surface of the robe was covered with some gray dust.

Cassius waved his hand, shaking off the dust. "These are remnants from the astral plane."

His voice carried a hint of solemnity: "This fog will slowly erode the vitality of living organisms, and prolonged exposure will lead to the loss of life force."

"No wonder this place is so desolate." From the shadows on the left, Karina's figure slowly emerged.

Her figure was like a constantly shifting wisp of mist, her entire outline blurred and indeterminate.

"This world is oppressive; some kind of force is enveloping the entire world."

Logan the imposter crouched down, grabbed a handful of soil, and with a casual squeeze, it slowly turned into powder at his fingertips.

"Faith suppression..." he muttered to himself, a flash of understanding appearing in his eyes.

"The Star Sea Divine Court's divine power system solidifies rules into divine authority, making it extremely difficult for non-believers to survive here."

Ian didn't reply, closed his eyes, and let his senses expand outwards, hundreds of meters... thousands of meters... tens of thousands of meters...

My mind was a wasteland, with no cities, no roads, and no farmland.

Only scattered, simple stone houses dot the wilderness, and some humanoid creatures live in them.

They were hunched over, with pale skin and lifeless eyes, only showing a numb survival instinct.

In the center of the stone house cluster, there is a slightly larger stone hall.

Inside the hall, an old man whose aura was roughly equivalent to that of a first-level wizard was kneeling before a rough stone statue, praying.

The stone statue is carved into a blurry human figure, its surface smeared with dark red paint, like traces of dried blood.

The old man was chanting obscure syllables, difficult to pronounce and understand; they must be the primal prayers of this world.

"May the god of gray mist protect... the hunt... and the harvest..."

Ian slowly opened his eyes.

"This world is the outermost barbaric world of the Divine Court, and its highest combat power is a tribal chieftain who has only one formal wizard."

"There is no demigod church, no temple of the true god, not even a decent trace of civilization."

Cassius frowned.

"How could a world like this possibly obtain war intelligence from the higher-ups of the Divine Court? Those natives probably don't even know what the 'Star Sea Divine Court' is."

"All they know is that there is a 'God of Gray Mist' above them, who is probably just a seed of faith casually sown by some low-level demigod."

Just then, the dimensional portal behind them trembled violently, and the spatial structure groaned as if it could not bear the strain.

"The passage is closing!" Karina whispered, her figure disappearing back into the shadows.

"The spatial fluctuations caused when the temporary passage closes will alert the monitors in the surrounding world, so we must immediately disperse and hide."

Logan nodded, his face beginning to contort and shift.

A few seconds later, he transformed into a gray-skinned, hunched-over indigenous old man, even perfectly mimicking the weakness caused by the suppression of his faith.

"A year later, we will reunite at the original passage point." His voice had become old and hoarse.

If anyone fails to keep the appointment, it will be assumed that they have perished or been captured, and everyone's actions will then be kept even more secret.

Cassius didn't speak, but raised his hand and created a spatial rift before disappearing from sight.

Karina's figure vanished like smoke, and Logan, hunched over, slowly walked toward the nearest cluster of stone houses.

Golden light flashed in Ian's eyes, and his figure transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the void.

After a while, he stopped, his senses having swept across the entire gray fog world.

This continent is extremely small, with a land area of ​​less than 50 million square kilometers, and its ocean is a stagnant, gray-black water.

The total number of intelligent life forms does not exceed one million, and they are mainly concentrated in seventeen large tribes.

Their level of civilization was comparable to the Stone Age; they didn't even have metal smelting technology.

"In such a wild and untamed world, there is no way there could be any valuable intelligence."

Ian lowered his head and pondered: "To gain access to the war plans of the Divine Court's higher-ups, we must enter the core world."

With a thought, he shrunk the wizard tower to the size of a fingernail, put it into his sleeve, and then vanished in a flash.

A world of gray fog, deep within nameless mountains.

This mountain range is located on the edge of the world, is about three thousand meters high, and is composed entirely of gray-white rock.

Ian is suspended in a natural cave in the center of the mountain range, about a kilometer deep, with a spacious interior.

He raised his hand and made a gesture, the rules of gravity condensing into an invisible carving knife, inscribing blind spot runes and concealment arrays on the cave wall.

Silver-gray lines emerge on the rock face, intertwining to form a complex three-dimensional array.

The array quickly took shape and quietly disappeared into the rock wall. From the outside, this cave was no different from the surrounding rock walls.

Ian sat cross-legged in the center of the cave, and a miniature wizard tower slowly floated out from his sleeve, hovering above his head.

Ian sat cross-legged in the center of the cave, and a miniature wizard tower slowly floated out from his sleeve, hovering above his head.

Let's begin!

He closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the depths of his spiritual sea, where a thread of soul slowly extended from the complex silver rune light.

This is a precursor to the activation of the [Multiverse Projection Descent Technique].

This secret technique is one of the greatest gains Ian obtained from the world of Exoc, allowing him to project his consciousness into other worlds and attach it to a suitable "vessel".

The projected entity possesses some of the original entity's abilities, and its death does not affect the original entity, making it the most perfect reconnaissance method currently available.

But the prerequisite is that there must be a suitable "coordinate".

Ian didn't have the coordinates of the core world of the Star Sea Divine Court before, but he does now.

Deep within his consciousness, the Alliance emblem glowed faintly, and the information sealed within contained the faith network map of the Star Sea Divine Court.

Although it's only a fragment, it's enough to pinpoint the location of the current core world.

"The Continent of Light..." Ian's eyes lit up slightly.

This is the ruling center of the Star Sea Divine Court, a place of pilgrimage for hundreds of millions of believers, and the place where the temples of the gods stand.

It must also be the place with the most concentrated intelligence.

He took a deep breath, and the threads of his soul in his mental sea suddenly tightened, causing the sun and moon cores to erupt with dazzling light at the same time.

The intertwining lights coalesced in my mind to form a tiny "door".

Inside the gate, an unfamiliar scene was reflected: in the vast starry sky, an endless continent floated.

Above the continent, hundreds of magnificent temples circled like stars, hymns echoed, and the light of faith shone down from the infinite heights.

"Light Continent, here I come!"

Ian's soul threads drifted slowly toward that "door".