Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

The speed at which the Abyss's primordial will fled exceeded Ian's perceptual limits.

The moment the veil of fate was torn away, it made an instinctive judgment.

Abandoning everything that can be abandoned, retaining only the most essential existence, it escapes into the deepest void.

The white-robed witch emperor took a step forward, and the rules within the entire singularity were distorted and redefined, appearing before the abyss.

"Old friend, we meet again." The old man in white robes had a detached look in his eyes, showing no joy at seeing his old friend.

"At the dawn of the wizarding civilization, you obscured the fate of the entire spacetime, corrupting the void with chaos, and using countless monsters and fallen ones as your minions. You've been on the run long enough."

The will of the abyss did not answer.

It lacks independent personality and consciousness, possessing only the most primitive and chaotic instincts.

But at this moment, Ian sensed a strong emotional fluctuation—fear—from its black core of rules.

The white-robed witch king extended his hand.

The hand was withered and fleshless, looking like that of an ordinary old man on his deathbed, but the moment the hand was raised, the entire void fell silent.

"In my name," the white-robed witch king's voice reverberated through the void, "chaos must not exist here."

This was the first time Ian had witnessed firsthand the exercise of the "right to define rules."

This is a direct declaration of the illegitimacy of a concept from the very bottom of the world.

Just as legal provisions are written into the void as fundamental laws, from then on, anything defined within the scope of the definition is an "outlier that should not exist".

The primal will of the abyss began to crumble, and the black tree of rules shattered layer by layer, from its branches and leaves to its trunk.

Before the fragments could dissipate, they were once again enveloped by the rules, continuing to disintegrate into smaller fragments, and then disintegrating again, until they turned into the most primitive particles and completely disappeared into the void.

The entire process was silent, yet far more awe-inspiring than any earth-shattering battle.

Ian's consciousness was already blurred, and the cracks on his soul were spreading.

In the recent outburst, the Light of Order consumed more than 70% of its power, and the remaining 30% is being used to keep its soul from completely collapsing.

But he still forced himself to maintain the last shred of consciousness, "watching" this clash between level eight beings.

This is a scene that countless wizards will never witness in their lifetime.

Even a true spirit wizard might not have the chance to see the Witch King make a move; he must remember this feeling, even if he can only understand one ten-thousandth of it.

The collapse of the abyss's primal will lasted for a full ten breaths.

Ten breaths later, the once enormous Chaotic Tree was reduced to only a small section of its core trunk, about one percent of its original size.

But this small section of the main trunk, no matter how much pressure the White-Robed Witch Emperor exerted on its rule-defining power, only trembled continuously, but never collapsed.

That main section is entwined with an extremely ancient and extremely solid regular structure.

This is something more primal, like the deepest rings of a tree, preserving the form it took when it was a seed.

"Primal chaos." The white-robed witch king showed no surprise. "So it was this thing."

At his level, he could complete countless deductions in an instant and forcibly erase this "primitive chaos" rule; with his power, it was not impossible for him to do so.

However, the price of forcibly erasing this original chaotic rule is that at the moment of annihilation, a "chaotic burst" will be released, releasing all the stored contaminated information at once.

An outbreak of pollution of this magnitude would engulf the entire Zerg world colony, and even a True Spirit Wizard would be unable to completely resist it.

Even if he spent a great deal of effort to erase this part of the will, it wouldn't count as truly killing the other party, as it would re-form in the abyss world.

"I can let you go, but you must leave something behind." The white-robed witch emperor made a light gesture towards the Primal Chaos.

"Leave behind all your memories of the Light of Order."

The trembling of the abyss's primal will abruptly ceased.

This is the culmination of countless years of accumulation, containing not only all the information about mirror symmetry, but also valuable knowledge on how to break through to the ninth level of transcendence.

It didn't want to give, and the branches trembled even more violently, but it was firmly suppressed and unable to resist.

Three breaths later, a pure black fragment of rules was peeled off.

After the fragments separated from the main body, they began to disintegrate, presenting a series of broken scenes.

The underground world, the Thousand-Eyed Soul Devourer, the rule fluctuations when Ian first used the panel to purify the Abyss Contract... flashed through the void like a revolving lantern.

The white-robed witch king silently watched these scenes, engraving each piece of information into his memory.

When the final scene faded away, the core of the abyss's origin had vanished.

It tore through the dimensional barrier, carrying with it fragments of the original chaotic rules, and escaped into the deepest part of the void, a region that even the Wizard Emperor could not completely cover.

The white-robed witch king did not pursue, but turned to look in the direction of the singularity.

While he was suppressing the abyss, the other two Witch Emperors also made their move.

Their target was Bernis, who was burning with faith and preparing for a breakthrough.

Piervis received the most precious opportunity in countless years: Kerrigan's intermediate divine power allowed her to quickly activate the primal faith that had been dormant for countless millennia.

Her power is growing exponentially, with new faith power being activated and transformed with every breath.

Given enough time, she might even be able to devour the abyss's primordial will, using the chaotic rules as nourishment, and completely complete her faith transformation, breaking through a bottleneck that had lasted for countless millennia. (Latest plot: Click to follow for updates.)

But the two Witch Kings will not give her that time.

The will of the gray-robed witch king enveloped Bervis, and a sound that resounded through the void echoed.

"Time reversal".

The silent decrees exploded within the singularity, and the raging flames of faith suddenly ceased.

Then, they begin to regress, being "traced back" to their state before they burned.

Bervis let out an angry screech, and the Hive Will resisted frantically, trying to keep the flame of faith burning.

However, her mastery of the method of faith transformation was only a few dozen breaths, far from being able to resist the Witch Emperor's time-travel ability.

The newly activated power of faith, under the reversal of the rules of time, gradually sank back into the depths of the Hive's will.

Her power is being forcibly reverted to its state before the transformation began.

At the same time, the black-robed witch king also made his move.

"Dimensional blockade".

The void around Bervis suddenly solidified, "stripping" her out of the void.

She still exists there, but the space she occupies is no longer the normal void, but a completely isolated independent dimension.

In this independent dimension, all spatial rules are redefined by the Black-Robed Witch Emperor.

But this is only the beginning.

The two witch emperors made their move again, and sealing witch arrays appeared from the void.

The scale of the witch array exceeded Ian's perception limits.

Countless silver threads of rules extended from the void, each thread being a manifested chain of rules.

Devouring is forbidden, evolution is forbidden, reproduction is forbidden, perception is forbidden, thought is forbidden...

Dozens of layers of prohibitions, one after another.

Piervis was pierced and entangled by silver threads, struggling violently and letting out a mournful howl.

Anger, fear, resentment... She had clearly found the path, and was only one step away from success.

The enormous, dark purple will entity was sealed and compressed layer by layer.

Her colossal body, spanning millions of kilometers, was compressed to tens of thousands of kilometers, hundreds of kilometers, tens of kilometers...

Bervis's hiss turned into a silent tremor, and with layers of seals stacked on top of each other, her power was suppressed to the limit.

But she still hadn't completely lost her ability to resist, and her will was in fierce struggle.

Dark purple tendrils of rules pierced out in all directions, attempting to tear open the seal of the Wizard Emperor's will.

She has just emerged from the despair of being swallowed up, mastered a path that allows her to break through without devouring the abyss, and seen hope of surpassing the overlord level.

She is not reconciled.

If she had obtained the method of faith conversion a few days earlier, if the war of the wizarding civilization had broken out a few days later, if there had been no Devouring Abyss...

If any of these assumptions hold true, the person standing here right now might be a Void Queen who surpasses even the Overlord level.

But there is no if in reality.

She hated the wizard before her, hated the abyss, and hated herself.

Swarms of insects, power, freedom, hope... she will lose everything.

In his final moments before being completely sealed away, Piervis made a decision.

With her last strength, she separated Kerrigan's godhood, within which lay the newly activated faith.

A faint message came through: "With my swarm... survive."

Immediately, the divine spark transformed into a golden stream of light, piercing through the singularity barrier and disappearing into Kerrigan's forehead.

In the next instant, countless bans took full effect.

Bervis, the supreme queen of the Void Insects, transformed into a fist-sized dark purple crystal.

Outside, the entire Void Zerg race came to a standstill the moment they lost the will of the Queen Hive.

Above the battlefield, the light in the compound eyes of the Zerg units that were tearing each other apart with the Abyss Demons went out at the same time.

Hundreds of billions of Zerg were transformed into mindless biomass sculptures in the same instant.

They lost their command, their direction, and their reason for existence.

The remaining Abyss Demon Legion seized the opportunity to tear at the enemy, but the Wizard Alliance also took advantage of the situation.

The situation on the battlefield was completely reversed the moment Pierre was suppressed.

The gray-robed witch king reached out and grasped the crystal.

A cloud of purple mist, solidified within the crystal, was the core of Bervis's sealed will.

"We cannot kill her completely in a short time," the gray-robed witch king said indifferently.

Sealing is the standard method used by wizard emperors to suppress overlords.

The vitality of a tyrant-level creature is too tenacious; killing it directly would require a great deal of effort and a long time.

All that is needed is to completely isolate Bervis from the outside world, plunging her into a state of "nothingness" from which she cannot recover her power, and time will wear everything down.

She is indeed still alive, but she does not exist in this world.

"Her rules are deeply intertwined with the entire Voidling world. Forcibly killing her would cause all worlds to collapse, so the rules need to be peeled away layer by layer."

The black-robed witch king shook his head: "It will take at least hundreds of thousands of years to weaken them to a level where they can be safely killed."

Hundreds of thousands of years is but a fleeting moment for a dominant being.

But for Pierre, every second was torture.