Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Bervis has ruled the Void Race for countless millennia, and the race's reproduction has never ceased, nor has its obedience ever been interrupted.

Those powers of faith have always existed deep within her Hive of Wills network, like a vast underground river that has flowed for countless millennia without ever being drawn upon.

It didn't disappear; it just was never developed or utilized.

Layer upon layer, year after year, it spreads from one world community to another.

With such a vast reserve of faith and a specific method of transformation, she no longer needs to devour the abyss.

She only needs a little time to transform the power of faith that has accumulated over countless millennia into divinity, ignite divine fire, and condense divine authority. Then, she can use the faith of the entire Void Insect Race as a ladder to directly break through to a level beyond the Overlord level.

The abyss was not her way out; she narrowed her own path.

But at this moment, the abyss will not give her time.

Inside the singularity, the chaotic rules of pure black were closing in step by step. For every percent increase in the fusion progress, her hive will was eroded a little.

The Abyss's primal will also sensed her abnormality; the brief pause, amidst the fierce mutual devouring, became a fatal flaw.

More chaotic rules flooded in, beginning to infiltrate her core consciousness.

Piervis made a choice: he would no longer try to devour the abyss.

She retracted all the outward-extending devouring tentacles and concentrated all her power on the core defense.

At the same time, following the method provided by Kerrigan, she began, for the first time, to actively draw upon the primal beliefs that had settled deep within the Hive's network of will.

The accumulated power of faith is activated layer by layer.

At first, it was just an extremely faint light, but deep within the dark purple hive of will, a touch of pale gold appeared.

The gold was similar to the light of Kerrigan's divine essence, but it was more primal and purer.

That faith doesn't belong to any clergy; it's simply "obedience" itself.

Then comes the second point, the third point, the hundredth point, the ten-thousandth point...

Outside the singularity, Ian and Kerrigan simultaneously saw that the dark purple half suddenly lit up with countless golden points of light.

It was like stars appearing for the first time in the deep night sky.

Integration progress: 49%.

The primal will of the abyss sensed the threat.

The chaotic, pure black rules suddenly accelerated, no longer content with gradual erosion, but launching a full-scale attack.

Countless black tentacles pierced out from the singularity core, tearing through Bervis's defensive layers and penetrating directly into the depths of her hive will.

It wanted to completely devour her before she could complete her transformation.

But this was the moment Pierre-Vivien had been waiting for.

Each of those black tentacles that pierced her hive of will was scorched by the newly ignited flame of her faith the moment they made contact.

Faith is the condensation of countless individual consciousnesses, a kind of "collective order," which is naturally opposed to the chaotic rules of the abyss.

It is no longer a disadvantage of branches over the trunk, but a mutual annihilation of water and fire.

Every spark of faith that burned on the chaotic tentacles exploded into a gray halo of annihilation.

For the first time, those once invincible tentacles of the abyss retreated; this was a confrontation with the underlying rules.

Piervis let out a roar that shook the entire singularity.

She sounded the horn of counterattack.

The Hive's will, fueled by the newly ignited flame of faith, ceased its defenses and instead actively lunged towards the chaotic core of the abyss.

Her devouring rules were still in operation, but what she devoured was no longer the abyss itself, but the gaps in the abyss's rules exposed by the burning of the fire of faith.

Each time the scorching heat shattered the chaotic defenses, she embedded her hive will into the gap and began to take over in reverse.

For the first time, the progress of the integration process stalled.

It stopped at 49% and didn't move any further.

Pierre successfully blocked the abyss, and the two sides entered a true stalemate.

The abyss could no longer devour Bervis, for the fire of faith scorched every tentacle of it.

Even Bervis was unable to defeat the abyss, because the power of faith she had converted was far from sufficient.

After countless millennia of sedimentation, she only had time to activate the very surface layer.

The two sides maintained a stalemate that was exhausting to maintain.

A stalemate implies time, and time implies variables.

Ian didn't know what the Abyss's primordial will was waiting for, but he knew that this stalemate wouldn't last long.

The fuel for the Flame of Faith is the accumulated power of faith, and the rate at which Bervis activates it cannot keep up with the rate at which it is consumed.

Once the outermost layer of faith is exhausted, and the deeper layers of sediment are not activated in time, the stalemate will be broken.

At that time, the integration progress will continue to jump, heading straight for 50%, and he must act before that happens.

"Kerrigan," Ian's voice was calm, "Can Piervis sense the outside world now?"

Kerrigan closed her eyes, sensed for a moment, and nodded.

"Her hive will is entirely focused on fighting against the abyss, but she hasn't closed her channels of perception to the outside world. I can sense her through the remaining connection of the True Spirit fragments, but the window is extremely short."

"Then tell her one thing," Ian's eyes flashed coldly, "I can help her break the deadlock."

Kerrigan turned sharply to look at him. "Master, you want to..."

"What the abyss's primal will has been waiting for is me."

Ian's voice was completely flat, as if he were stating someone else's life or death.

"It used Fate to conceal this singularity and launched a three-way war with the entire Abyss Legion, all to ensure that no one could interfere with its devouring of Bervis."

"But it has another purpose: to make me come here on my own initiative."

"My rules of order are the final piece of the puzzle for its fusion, but there is a prerequisite: the fusion must reach 50% irreversibility."

"Therefore, I need to go in early."

Kerrigan's amber pupils contracted sharply: "Master, that is...!"

Ian picked up where she left off, "Yes, it's like walking into a trap. Since the Abyss wants it, I'll give it to it."

But this time, he was not the prey swallowed by it, but a third force that actively walked in.

In his mental sea, the golden light on the panel had reached its limit.

That pure light of order hovered quietly at the core of his soul, like a golden sun.

The limit on the output of purification power has been lifted, and all rules of order have entered active attack mode.

The abyss saw him as prey.

What he had to do was to hide a knife that could pierce the hunter under the prey's shell.

"Three things will happen after I go in."

Ian’s voice was quick and clear as he began to explain the follow-up arrangements to Kerrigan.

"First, the Abyss will draw my soul to the fusion core, attempting to incorporate me into the fusion process as a vessel of its rules of order. At that time, its chaotic rules will fully envelop me, attempting to neutralize my power of order."

"Secondly, I will not resist, but the moment I come into contact with the fusion core, I will release all the purification power of the panel at once."

They directly attacked the core of the abyss's rules, the roots of the Tree of Chaos.

"Third, my rules of order and its rules of chaos will create a brief annihilation reaction within the fusion core."

"This annihilation reaction will break the stalemate between it and Bervis. It must simultaneously contend with the burning flames of Bervis's faith and the purification of my power of order from within."

Kerrigan's will trembled violently: "But Master, you will..."

"I will bear the direct clash of the two rules," Ian said calmly.

"The annihilation of order and chaos within the fusion core will have a full impact on my soul particles; I will be injured, and I may even die."

The silence lasted for three breaths.

"I understand." Kerrigan's voice suddenly calmed down. "After Master goes inside, I will keep a close eye on Bervis's condition."

Ian looked at her, his eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression. "You want to help her win?"

"I want to give her enough of an advantage to force the Abyss to use more of its power against her."

Kerrigan's eyes were deep and unfathomable. "The more power the Abyss uses against her, the less power it uses against its master. This allows the master's power of order to play a greater role."

Ian was silent for a moment, then smiled. He roughly understood what Kerrigan was going to do.

"it is good."

He didn't try to persuade Kerrigan any further; if he himself died, then everything would be over.

He sighed inwardly and turned to face the gray singularity.

The fusion progress remains stagnant at 49%, with the dark purple and pure black rules tearing each other apart inside the singularity.

The fire of faith is burning away the black tendrils that are trying to penetrate, layer by layer, but the brightness of the fire of faith is diminishing at an extremely slow rate.

Even with the power of faith, Pervis was nearing his limit.

"Let's begin," Ian said.

The divine crystal on Kerrigan's forehead erupted with a dark golden beam of light, piercing the dark purple rules once more.

At the same instant, Ian deliberately withdrew his Sun and Moon Domain and took a step forward.

He was completely exposed in the viscous fluid of rules, appearing before those pure black abyssal tentacles.

Hundreds of tentacles wriggled simultaneously, surging in from all directions like countless black threads, wrapping around Ian's body and soul.

Each tentacle emitted an extremely faint resonant vibrato the moment it touched him.

That is the "recognition" of the rules of order by the rules of chaos.

It's you! We've looked for you 11,327 times!

Ian did not resist, letting the tentacles pull him toward the gray singularity.

The distance is getting shorter: ten kilometers, eight kilometers, five kilometers...

The closer he got to the singularity, the higher the density of the rule paste became. The pure black abyssal rules surged in from all directions like a tide, completely engulfing his vision.

He could no longer see Kerrigan, the circular barrier, or even the gray singularity.

All he could see was endless pure blackness.

But his senses did not cease.

Through the golden light emanating from the panel, he clearly "saw" his location; he was being dragged into the core of the singularity, into the center of the densest chaotic rules.

The primal will of the abyss has no personified consciousness, only instinct.

At this moment, its instincts are cheering, for the source of order that it has sought countless times and marked 11,327 times has finally delivered itself to its doorstep.

It concentrated all its traction on Ian.

Inside the singularity, the chaotic rules that had been locked in a stalemate with Bernis experienced a brief imbalance in distribution.

A large number of the chaotic tentacles originally used to suppress Bervis were drawn back to wrap around Ian.

The Abyss's primal will instinctively judged that the threat posed by the Source of Order was greater than that of Bervis. It would eliminate Ian first, and then deal with Bervis.

This is exactly the effect Ian wanted.

In the final moment before being dragged into the fusion core, the golden light on the panel in Ian's mental sea suddenly burst forth.

After removing the upper limit of all his purification power, he released it all at once, completely and without reservation.

The golden sun at the core of the soul exploded.

Pure light of order surged forth from Ian's body, like a golden sword, piercing directly from the core of the fusion core towards the core of the abyss's primordial will's rules.

The roots of that chaotic tree.

He intends to use the power of absolute order to directly erase the very foundation upon which chaotic rules exist.

The primal will of the abyss let out a silent roar.

The entire singularity trembled violently under this attack, and the chaotic rules of pure black began to dissolve on a large scale the moment they came into contact with the golden light.

The rules of the abyss are like a blot of ink being wiped away; what remains is not a stain, but a blank space.

Where there is order, there is no chaos.

However, the instinctive reaction of the abyss's primal will is equally rapid.

The moment the Light of Order pierced its core of rules, it pressed all the drawn-back tentacles of chaos toward Ian.

Countless layers of chaotic, pure black rules enveloped it, attempting to smother the golden light of order deep within its core.

Within the core of fusion, the two forces engaged in the most primitive and brutal mutual attrition.

Ian's soul essence became the battlefield of this war of attrition.

The first layer of chaotic rules was suppressed and purified by the light of order; the second layer was suppressed and purified again; the third, fourth, fifth layers...

The abyss's primal will relentlessly piles up chaos, overwhelming quality with quantity.

After purifying dozens of layers of chaotic rules, the golden light began to weaken.

Each purification is a counterbalancing act between order and chaos. The power of order that the panel has accumulated over countless years is being consumed at a visible rate.

The chaotic rules of the abyss's primordial will seem endless.

But what Ian wanted was never to purify the entire abyss by himself.

All he wanted was to buy time.

Just as the Abyss's primal will drew back a large amount of power to suppress Ian, Bervis obtained something of paramount importance.

Outside the singularity, Kerrigan, with a cold gaze, slowly pressed her fingers to her forehead, and then... ripped off the godhood!

"what……"

The excruciating pain that seemed to tear her soul apart instantly overwhelmed Kerrigan.

But at this moment, she couldn't care less about any of that, and slammed the divine spark of medium divine power hard at Bervis.

"Here you go! I'm returning everything I owed you!"

Pierre's faith, which had almost been extinguished, was rekindled the moment he touched the divine authority.

It is much more vibrant, brighter, and more intense than before.

The primal faith that had accumulated deep within the Hive's will over countless millennia was connected by this divine core, and was activated, transformed, and ignited layer by layer.

Piervis let out a second neigh, this time a real counterattack.

The will of the hive, fueled by a raging fire of faith, was no longer content with a stalemate and launched a full-scale attack on the chaotic core of the abyss's primordial will.

Instead of occupying the gaps in the rules, she directly tore at the chaotic rules themselves. With each bite, the fire of faith would burn fiercely at the wound, making it impossible for the chaotic rules to heal.

The will of the abyss is simultaneously fighting on two fronts.

Inside, Ian's Light of Order continues to purify its core of rules; outside, Bervis's Flame of Faith frantically tears at its chaotic tendrils.

The two forces, one internal and one external, are both attacks from the side of order.

Its chaotic rules, for the first time, revealed true disorder.

Fate has obscured us, and cracks have begun to appear.

The crack was so small that even a true spirit wizard couldn't detect it.

But for the three wizard emperors, a tiny crack was enough.

Deep within the void, three colossal wills simultaneously opened their eyes.

A crack appeared in that void that was previously completely imperceptible, untraceable, and unlocatable.

Through the crack, they saw the soul of a Moon Wizard, a ball of burning golden light of order.

And, the Abyss Primal Will and the Void Zerg Queen are tearing each other apart.

"It has finally appeared." The voice of the white-robed old man echoed in the void.

"So that's where you were hiding," the gray-robed old man added.

"It's truly shameful that we still need a Radiant Moon Wizard to risk his life," the black-robed elder sighed.

"He is confronting the very will of the abyss."

A level 5 Radiant Moon's power of order was actually scorching the core of the abyss's rules.

This almost fantastical scene stirred a ripple in their long-dormant hearts.

"That golden light of order... is not the power of the wizarding system."

The three wizard emperors simultaneously withdrew their pursuit of the question; now was not the time to delve deeper.

"Make your move."

The two colossal wills remained in place, continuing to maintain their rule-suppressing influence over the entire world community.

Although the Abyss Ruler was driven away, he did not truly leave.

One wizard emperor is enough to quell the chaos, and two are enough to handle any unforeseen events.

Once the will of the abyss reveals a flaw, it will no longer be an invincible force.

The old man in white robes took a step forward.

His will descended from the depths of the void, passing through the cracks obscured by fate, through the circular barrier, and landed directly inside the singularity, arriving at Ian's side.

That was a level Ian couldn't comprehend.

All he knew was that, while he and Bervis were attacking from both inside and outside, the rules of the Abyss's primordial will began to fall into disarray.

Then, a mighty will he had never felt before pressed down from a higher dimension of the void.

That will has no concrete form, no temperature, and no color.

But after it arrived, all the rules fell silent.

It's like a piece of ice suddenly being thrown into boiling water; all the churning and bubbling subsides in an instant.

The primal will of the abyss let out a true roar.

It was actually afraid, a fear stemming from the very foundation of the rules.

It also recognized this will; it was the terrifying being that had severely injured it countless years ago.

Wizard Emperor.

It began to flee, and the chaotic rules contracted wildly outward from the singularity core.

The pure black tentacles that enveloped Ian, the chaotic tentacles that tore at Bervis, and the tributaries of rules that maintained the veil of fate were all withdrawn at the same time.

The abyss's primordial will began to sever its tail in an attempt to survive, abandoning the parts that could not be immediately withdrawn. Its core power contracted to its limit, tearing open the dimensional barrier and frantically fleeing into the depths of the void.

If it were before, when the abyss concealed its own destiny in time and space, the white-robed witch king would have been helpless against it, but now its tracks have been revealed.

"If you dare show your health bar, I can kill you!"

The white-robed witch emperor snorted and gave chase.

The gray-robed witch king and the black-robed witch king attacked simultaneously, their target being Bervis, who was converting to a new faith.

The White-Robed Witch Emperor alone is enough to pursue the incomplete Abyss Will.

The immediate concern is Pierre-Ville, who needs to be addressed first.