Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Follow the pen of Seven Degrees Sunset Red and embark on an adventure in Cola Novels titled "The Wizard: My Skills Can Break Through Infinitely".

The dimensional rift slowly closed behind him.

Upon entering, Ian's first impression was of the weight.

It's not a change in gravity, but a psychological feeling caused by overcrowding of rules.

The ubiquitous density of rules is like an invisible mountain pressing down on you.

He expanded his realm of the sun and moon, and felt unprecedented resistance.

The originally vast area was compressed to a hundred meters around him, with a faint "sizzling" sound constantly emanating from the edge.

"This place has become a complete mess of rules and regulations."

Ian frowned, and his soul connection with Gaga was also intermittent and severely disrupted.

He was soon shocked by what he saw.

The interior of the rift was no longer a normal void, but an ocean composed of two interwoven colors.

Dark purple and pure black.

An endless purple nebula slowly undulated, each movement sounding as if billions of insects were simultaneously hissing.

On the pure black side, the purple nebula coiled around it like a living thing, and with each strangulation, it would explode into clusters of gray annihilation halos.

Two terrifying wills are devouring each other.

The lingering effects of their intertwining constitute the entirety of the rules governing this space, rendering normal rules utterly ineffective.

Several hundred meters to Ian's left, a wisp of dark purple energy was "retreating".

It re-condenses from its dissipated state into a sphere, and then shrinks back into the mother body; the whole process is like a video played in reverse.

In the area to his right, the rules of the abyss exist simultaneously in three locations, each with a completely different distance, angle, and shape, yet all are real.

Ian's senses swept across the area, and the simultaneous feedback from three locations caused his soul to experience a brief moment of dizziness.

"Space and time here are not linear," Kerrigan said, her voice tense.

"My biofield has been compressed to 300 meters, and the Divine Kingdom Shield is even smaller, less than 50 meters."

She maintained the form of a human goddess, the divine crystal on her forehead glowing slightly, its golden light standing out conspicuously in the paste.

"Ignore it," Ian said in a deep voice. "We just need to get to the core."

His gaze fell into the depths where purple and black intertwined, where a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation was drawing him in.

Or rather, it's pulling on the panels in your mind.

The panel vibrated with unprecedented intensity, as if it were trying to break free from his mental sea.

Strangely, no new text appeared on the panel's light screen; only a silent tremor.

"It's sensing this place," the thought popped into Ian's mind.

The panel wasn't warning him, but rather "observing" this tangled mess of rules, trying to decipher its structure.

He took a deep breath and propelled the Sun and Moon Domain forward.

The moment that step was taken, a sudden change occurred.

The two opposing forces, which had been tearing each other apart, paused for a moment.

The surrounding abyssal will, as if sensing something, all turned to look at Ian.

This feeling of being "stared at" was a thousand times stronger than ever before.

Ian felt a chill creep up his soul.

The Abyss's will completely ignored Kerrigan, but showed a particular "interest" in him.

It's like a hunter spotting familiar footprints while hunting, or a collector recognizing the genuine article among a pile of fakes.

It sensed an extremely familiar yet longed-for scent in Ian.

"Master." Kerrigan's body tensed suddenly; she too felt Piervis's "gaze."

"They...are watching us."

Their intrusion changed the situation; the pure black abyssal rules were slowly converging on Ian.

Their movement changed from disorder and chaos to a clear direction.

Several black tentacles extended from the regular paste, reaching towards the edge of the Sun and Moon Domain.

"Purify," Ian uttered coldly.

Within the Sun and Moon Domain, a golden-red light suddenly shone, and a golden purifying light slashed out from the edge of the domain, precisely striking the black tentacle at the very front.

The whisker snapped off with a snap, but Ian's brow furrowed even more.

The purification rules still apply here, but their effectiveness has been significantly reduced.

In normal void, this strike would be enough to completely annihilate abyssal rules of equal size.

But here, the broken tentacle only dissipated briefly before quickly reforming and reaching out towards him again.

It doesn't care about being purified; it seems... it wants to confirm something through this repeated contact.

"It is testing and confirming." Kerrigan's divine light shone, and another layer of dark golden barrier was added to the outer edge of the Sun and Moon Domain.

Ian knew perfectly well that it sensed an order that was completely opposite to its own.

From the moment he signed the [Abyss Soul Pact] and used the panel to purify the pollution of the abyss, the original will of the abyss should have remembered the fluctuations of the panel.

Each purification is a suppression of chaos by order, and each suppression leaves behind unique fluctuations of rules in the void.

"Let's go." Ian made a decisive decision. "Ignore it and head towards the core."

He activated the Sun and Moon Domain, and the golden-red sun temporarily pushed aside the purple-black rules in front of him, while the blood-red crescent moon continuously severed the abyssal tentacles reaching out from both sides, forcibly breaking open a passage in the muddy rules.

Kerrigan followed closely behind, her divine shield exploding with rings of annihilation light.

The two struggled forward in this bizarre space, the density of the regular paste increasing the deeper they went.

The interweaving of dark purple and pure black became increasingly tight, no longer separate and tearing at each other, but entering a deeper fusion.

In some areas, the two rules have become indistinguishable, creating a strange "grayish-purple" hue.

This is no longer a simple mixture, but a fusion.

The panel vibrated even more violently.

Finally, a line of text reappeared in the corner of Ian's eye.

[Unknown rule fusion pattern detected... Initiating analysis...]

[Analysis progress: 1%...3%...7%...]

[Preliminary analysis conclusion: The rules of the two parties are highly similar, and the merged entity will possess dual characteristics.]

Ian's gaze lingered on the words "high degree of convergence".

The Zerg's devouring evolution and the Abyss's devouring erosion seem different, one being the collective evolution of a biological race and the other being the collective pollution of a chaotic will.

But at the underlying level, they all point to the same core concept: devouring.

Piervis's choice to devour the abyss was not madness, but instinct; she was naturally drawn to the rules of the abyss.

The reverse is also true; it's a two-way hunt.

"Wait..." Kerrigan suddenly spoke, her voice tinged with surprise.

"I think... I can feel it."

Ian turned to look at her, and Kerrigan looked somewhat dazed, as if she had heard a voice that only she could hear.

"I just touched the hive will of Bervis," she said softly.

"It was rejecting me, but not strongly, like...like a swarm of bees treating a strange worker bee that carries a familiar scent."

Golden light flickered in her eyes. "I have devoured fragments of its true spirit; a part of my soul is it."

When Kerrigan broke through to level six Mother Nest, the fragment of Belvis's True Spirit within her body was fully activated.

She devoured the fragment, assimilating it into her own power.

However, at the level of rules, she and Pierre's Hive Will still have a trace of "kinship" that cannot be completely severed.

This kinship makes her a "harmless node" within this dark purple system—neither her kind nor her enemy.

"Can you use this to get closer to the core?" Ian asked expectantly.

Kerrigan closed her eyes, and the divine crystal on her forehead shone brightly. After a moment, she reopened her eyes and nodded.

"The dark purple rule's repulsion towards me is much weaker than towards my master. If I walk in front and wrap my master in the hive's will, our speed will double."

"But there's a problem." She looked around at the abyssal tentacles reaching out to Ian.

"The rules of the abyss don't respect my 'access rights'; they're still fixated on their master."

Ian glanced at the persistent black tentacles, which were repeatedly severed by the crimson crescent moon, only to reform again and again.

"Never mind it, time is running out," he decided. "I can get rid of these tentacles."

Kerrigan said no more, and the Hive's Will expanded outward, enveloping Ian in a semi-transparent dark gold membrane.

The two switched formations, with Kerrigan in front and Ian behind, like a dark golden awl piercing deep into the purplish-black paste.

The speed of travel did indeed increase significantly.

The dark purple rules showed a significantly weaker rejection response to Kerrigan's hive will.

The purple tentacles that would normally attack outsiders hesitated briefly upon contact with Kerrigan's aura before slowly retracting.

She's like someone with a flawed pass; she can't be completely exempt from inspection, but at least she won't be stopped outright.

But the abyss rules reacted in the exact opposite way.

Those pure black tentacles showed no interest in Kerrigan's hive will, bypassing her and continuing to probe towards Ian.

The number was even greater than before, as if the primal will of the abyss was constantly gathering power to confirm the presence of Ian.

"Master," Kerrigan whispered as she led the way, "something's not right."

Ian paused for a moment, then spoke.

"It's confirming whether I was the one who purified it in the first place."

He concealed the existence of the panel, but that was still stating the truth.

After listening, Kerrigan remained silent for a moment, a hint of understanding appearing in her voice.

"It wants to keep its master... here."

"Yes." Ian's voice was calm. "Its target is the power of order within me."

After traveling a while longer, the purple-black rules ahead suddenly became thinner.

Kerrigan's Hive Will jolted violently, as if piercing through an invisible membrane, and then the two entered a relatively open area.

The glue of rules has receded here.

The regular flow of dark purple and pure black formed a ring-shaped barrier at the edge of this area, like the wall of a giant bowl.

The bottom of the bowl is a vacuum zone with a diameter of several tens of kilometers.

There are no chaotic and dense rules, no disordered time, no spatial folding, only near-absolute emptiness.

In the center of the void, a gray dot of light floated.

This was the first time Ian had ever seen such a peculiar being.

It is only about the size of a fist, and is not a color from any known spectrum, but rather a "gray" that is somewhere between being present and not being present.

Ian stared at it for less than three breaths before he began to feel slightly dizzy.

His perception fluctuated between "seeing" and "not seeing" countless times in a short period of time, with each perception being forcibly distorted.

It exists, yet it does not exist; two contradictory conclusions hold true simultaneously.

The panel vibrated violently.

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