Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Level 9 Transcendent Being – this is a level that even the three Wizard Emperors had never reached.

Even the most ancient will of the abyss has not reached this level.

Now, it wants to devour the panel and use order to mend its chaos.

At that time, it will no longer be an "abyss", but a complete closed loop of rules that simultaneously possesses order and chaos.

It will surpass the Overlord level and become the unique cosmic master in the void.

The reason it chose Ian as its target for consumption was not because Ian was special.

Rather, it's because the panel itself is that tree of order.

He also realized that it was no accident that he, a level 5 Radiant Moon cultivator, was able to enter this place smoothly.

The primal will of the abyss has been guiding him for the past few years through the gaps obscured by fate.

When faced with critical choices, he subtly adjusts the probability distribution of events related to the abyss, gradually bringing him closer to the Zerg territory, the battlefield of civilization, and the rift itself.

From entering the G-7 sector, receiving the mission to capture the G-7-13 resource point, discovering the abnormal tremors of the mineral vein, and tracking the abyssal aura to the rift...

All of the above "autonomous choices" are probably within the probability-guided framework of the Abyss's primordial will.

He found this place solely because the will of the abyss itself led him there.

Ian felt a chill run down his spine, and his soul trembled violently.

He recalled those "intuitions"—why did he choose that particular direction to conduct the probe during G-7-13?

Why was he so determined to track that extremely faint abyssal aura when everyone else was vying for the mineral vein? This was completely out of character for his usual cautious nature.

Why did he feel such a strong urge to "go in" when he was standing in front of the rift entrance?

He always thought that it was the panel's guidance, his caution and keen insight.

But the panel now tells him: that's all what the abyss made you think.

"Master," Kerrigan's voice came from beside her.

Through the soul contract, she sensed the intense fluctuations in Ian's soul essence and learned the shocking truth.

"What your source of power is has never mattered."

Her voice was calm, and in her amber eyes, the divine power almost solidified.

"The important thing is what you do with this power."

Ian turned to look at her.

Kerrigan did not avoid his gaze, her voice gentle.

"You have always suppressed chaos with order, never been corrupted by the abyss, and always won."

"So what if it's the will of the abyss? It has never truly defeated you."

"I couldn't do it before, and I can't do it now."

Ian remained silent; Kerrigan's message conveyed not only comfort but also the truth.

The abyss watched him countless times from the shadows of the void, but it never truly approached him.

Why? Because the panel is protecting him; each purification is both a marker and a defense.

The Abyss locked onto his location through the fluctuations of the annihilation reaction, but the panel also used its purifying power to construct a barrier of order around his soul particle.

The abyss can see him, but cannot touch him.

That's why it needs this singularity, and why Ian needs to actively enter it.

"Kerrigan, you're right," Ian said slowly, his voice regaining its composure.

The wavering in their eyes faded, replaced by extreme madness.

"Since you wanted my panel, you guided me here, calculated my sensitivity to the abyss's aura, calculated that I wouldn't ignore the anomaly, and calculated that I would track it all the way to the inside of the rift."

"But you overlooked one thing."

Ian looked at the gray singularity. The fusion progress had jumped to 46%.

"You never know what crazy things humans will do when they are driven to the extreme of fear."

The Abyss's primordial will knows that Ian is the holder of the rules of order, and also knows that Ian's soul essence is mirror-symmetrical to the rules of chaos.

It knew that as long as Ian was absorbed into the fusion process, the singularity could form a complete closed loop of rules.

It certainly can't calculate that; the panel will tell Ian all of this.

In its perception, the panel was merely a force of order, a tool used by Ian, and prey to be devoured.

It never imagined that this force of order possessed independent analytical capabilities, capable of tracing back its locked records, dismantling its guiding framework, and laying the entire game bare before Ian.

It is the hunter, but it doesn't know that its prey holds a mirror that can reveal the hunter's location.

"Kerrigan," Ian's voice was calm as still water, "I have a plan."

"I'll make it regret bringing me here."

In the mental sea, the blood-red warning on the panel slowly faded away, and a new line of text appeared, this time in gold.

[A violent fluctuation in the host's willpower has been detected, with the willpower strength exceeding the normal threshold by 300%]

[The panel combat protocol has been fully restored and activated... The output limit for Purification Power has been removed.]

[Warning: After the limit is lifted, the panel will be deeply integrated with the host's soul essence. During the integration, the host will directly suffer the full backlash of the rules of order.]

After the fusion is complete, the panel needs to remain dormant for thirty standard days to recover.

[Confirm?]

As Ian stared at the line of golden text, the madness in his eyes intensified.

"confirm."

In the deepest part of the spiritual sea, the panel revealed its true form for the first time.

It is not text, not a screen, and not a data stream from a past life.

Instead, it was a pure golden light.

The light emanated from Ian's soul point, like a rising star, illuminating the entire spiritual sea.

It has no fixed shape, yet it contains an order that compels us to obey instinctively.

There was no sense of oppression, but rather a feeling of "order should be this way," as if wherever this light touched, all chaos should recede and all disorder should return to its proper place.

This is the origin of the control panel.

This is what the primordial will of the abyss is willing to devour, even at the cost of launching a civilization-level war, personally getting involved, and using its entire destiny to obscure and cover up the singularity.

Pure order.

Ian opened his eyes, and the Sun and Moon Domain suddenly expanded, from a compressed range of 100 meters to a forceful 500 meters.

The abyss tentacles that had been silently waiting on the periphery retreated dozens of meters at the same time.

They sensed that the power of order they had sought countless times was no longer hidden deep within the host's spiritual sea; it had come out on its own.

"Kerrigan," Ian said calmly.

"I am here."

He transmitted the entire scheme of the Belvis state, the Hive's will in retreat, and the chaotic rules of the Abyss, as revealed by the panel analysis, to Kerrigan through a contract.

"The reason why Piervis lost was not because she was not strong enough, but because her Devouring Rule was itself a branch of the Chaotic Rule. When a branch fights against the main trunk, it is naturally at a disadvantage."

"The deaths of countless Zerg hastened her defeat. What she needs now is not to continue devouring the Abyss, but a new path."

Golden light flickered in Kerrigan's pupils. She instantly understood Ian's meaning.

"The method of faith transformation."

"Yes." Ian's voice carried a hint of coldness.

"Belvis is the Queen Mother of the Voidlings, the ultimate source of the will of all the Hives. The obedience of countless Zerg to her is essentially the most primitive and purest form of faith."

"She has been using the Hive's Will to 'command' the swarm, but has never 'absorbed' the swarm's faith in her."

"If she mastered the method of faith conversion, she wouldn't even need to devour the abyss. The faith of the entire Void Insectoid race would probably be the best nourishment for her to break through to the Overlord level."

“But there’s a problem,” Kerrigan said gravely, “Why should she trust us?”

"She doesn't need to believe." Ian looked at the gray singularity; the fusion progress had jumped to 47%.

"You possess fragments of her true spirit. You can directly infuse her with the complete information of the Faith Conversion Method through the residual link of the Hive's Will."

"She can verify the truth herself. With her overlord-level computing power, she can verify the existence of the power of faith in just a moment."

Whether she believes it or not is not important; what is important is that she has no choice.

Kerrigan was silent for a moment, and then the divine crystal on her forehead shone with an unprecedented light.

"Owner."

"Um."

"If she truly masters the method of faith transformation, after breaking through to the Overlord level, she will become an enemy more terrifying than the Abyss."

"I know."

"But you still have to give it to her."

"Yes," Ian said calmly, "because before she becomes an enemy, the abyss will devour her first, and after she is devoured, I will be next."

The lesser of two evils.

With a crisis looming, the only option is a dangerous path, but one that at least offers a glimmer of hope.

Kerrigan said no more, and the divine crystal on her forehead burst forth with a dazzling golden beam of light, piercing directly into the dark purple flow of rules within the ring-shaped barrier.

The moment they made contact, the faint connection between her and the will of the Belvis Hive was forcibly activated.

Kerrigan poured everything accumulated by the Star Sea Divine Court—the complete analysis of divine attributes, the structure of divine power, the system of divine offices, the network of faith—as well as her own complete path to evolving into a mid-level god, into it.

If Piervis was a supercomputer, Kerrigan would have simply crammed a whole new operating system into her.

Integration progress: 48%.

Inside the singularity, the dark purple hive will, which had been steadily retreating, suddenly came to a halt.

After receiving the method of faith conversion, Piervis experienced a very brief period of stagnation.

That pause was only a fraction of a second, but for a hegemon-level being, it was enough to complete countless simulations.

Then, she instantly understood.

What Kerrigan instilled in her was not just a theory, but an extremely detailed method for becoming a god.

The essence of the power of faith is the obedience and reverence of countless individual consciousnesses to the same concept.

This kind of obedience has always existed in the Zerg system: the absolute obedience of every Raptor to the Hive, the instinctive compliance of every Tier 4 Hive to the Tier 5 Hive, and the unconditional dedication of every Zerg unit to the concept of the "Queen".

These are all beliefs, raw, unrefined, and vast beliefs that have never been exploited.

With his overlord-level computing power, Pylvis followed the method provided by Kerrigan and for the first time "counted" his own faith reserves.

That was a number that would make even someone like her tremble.

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