Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Kerrigan hovered on the edge of the singularity, her aura extremely weak, almost falling from the sixth level of cultivation.

The divine essence was part of her soul. Forcibly removing the divine essence from her forehead was equivalent to ripping out the heart of an ordinary person from their chest.

Her consciousness was already blurred, and she could no longer maintain a human mindset. The massive true form of the Level 6 Mother Nest trembled violently.

Just then, a golden stream of light entered her forehead, and her divine essence returned once more.

No, it's not just a return.

Kerrigan's eyes snapped open, and a vast power of faith surged forth from her divine core.

The Void Zerg's obedience over countless millennia has accumulated an immense amount of faith power. By activating just one percent of the outermost layer, it is equivalent to the faith accumulated over millions of years by a god of medium divine power.

The divine essence reformed on Kerrigan's forehead, and its form changed.

Inside the crystal, countless extremely tiny points of light flow, each point representing a wisp of activated primal faith.

Her divine level did not break through directly, but her potential was elevated to an unprecedented level.

Like a seed that has been infused with the finest nutrients, it may not have grown into a towering tree immediately, but its growth potential has far exceeded what it had before.

Kerrigan recalled Piervis's last words, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

She devoured the opponent's true spirit fragments, gaining the opportunity to break through to the sixth level of the Mother Nest. As the one who was plundered, Bervis had every reason to regard her as an enemy.

But at the last moment, Pierre chose to return her divinity, along with a precious faith.

This is a trust.

Bervis knew that he was about to be completely sealed away, and the Void Clan would lose the rule of the High Queen.

She bestowed her divinity and the power of faith upon Kerrigan in the hope that her "successor," who also possessed the will of the hive and embarked on the path of faith transformation, would be able to carry on the path she was unable to complete in the future.

This was, in fact, also a succession of the throne for the Void Zerg.

With Kerrigan's current strength, she is not yet able to take over the entire Hive Network; at least, those Level 7 Overminds will not obey her.

But Bervis gave her the Primal Faith, which is like giving her a key, and perhaps in the future, she will be able to truly rule the entire Void Race.

Kerrigan felt the primal power of faith flowing within her divinity, a complex light flashing in her eyes.

She gained a lot, but the wounds of her torn soul did not heal immediately with the return of her divinity; they merely stopped worsening.

She barely managed to transform into a human form and looked in the direction of Ian, when a sharp pain shot through her soul contract.

This is feedback from Ian's soul essence being on the verge of collapse.

Singularity Core.

Without the support of Piervis and the will of the Abyss, the miniature cosmic singularity began to collapse inward.

Ian's soul is suffering the full backlash of the annihilation of order and chaos.

When he voluntarily entered the fusion core, he was already prepared to suffer the backlash.

Before the White-Robed Witch Emperor descended, the Abyss Will drew back a large number of the chaotic tentacles that had been suppressing Bervis, attempting to completely devour him, the "Source of Order."

Although the white-robed witch king interrupted the process, the chaotic rules that had already invaded his soul and the fully erupted light of order engaged in the most tragic mutual annihilation within his spiritual sea.

Each purification is a miniature annihilation, leaving new cracks on the soul's essence.

When the White-Robed Witch King repelled the will of the abyss and Bervis was sealed away, Ian's soul particle had already developed dozens of cracks.

Ian's consciousness was almost paralyzed; his senses were still functioning, but they were blurred and unclear.

My soul power is constantly draining away, like a water bag riddled with dozens of holes.

In the final moments, the power of order on the panel had been depleted by more than 90%.

The remaining ten percent was working hard to shrink back to the core of his soul, preventing his soul from completely collapsing.

But that golden light of order also became extremely dim, like a candle flame in the wind that could be extinguished at any moment.

A line of blood-red text appeared in my consciousness:

[Warning: Host's soul damage: 63%. A damage exceeding 30% indicates a critical condition.]

[The panel has entered forced sleep mode. Estimated sleep time: 30 standard days]

[Warning: If the host's soul essence suffers further severe damage during hibernation, the damage may exceed the irreversible threshold of 80%, at which point the cultivation level will drop to Morning Star, with no possibility of further advancement.]

The panel gave a final warning before going into hibernation, and then went completely silent.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the branches and leaves of the golden tree of order closed, its light receding, entering its deepest state of dormancy.

Ian lost contact with the panel.

This is the first time he has truly been "alone" since he transmigrated.

The power of the soul was still being lost, with extremely faint essence of the soul escaping from the cracks with every breath.

His consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred when, just then, a hand was placed on his forehead.

That hand was withered and thin, yet it exuded an aura of unparalleled peace.

The white-robed witch king descended to his side and began to examine his injuries, a hint of indifference in his eyes.

A moment later, his brows furrowed slightly.

This child was at the center of the annihilation of order and chaos. Any other level-five Radiant Moon would have had their soul disintegrate in the first round of annihilation.

However, his soul's structure far surpassed that of others of the same level, and the power of order blocked more than half of the backlash. It was already a miracle that he was alive.

Thirty-seven cracks crisscrossed the surface of Ian's soul particle.

The most severe crack was caused by a fragment of "Primal Chaos". Although most of it was neutralized by the power of order on the panel during the annihilation, a very small amount of residue remained attached to the edge of the crack.

The lingering primal chaos is slowly eroding the surrounding soul structure.

If left untreated, the cracks will likely continue to erode for decades, eventually making them impossible to heal.

"They're certainly willing to invest," the white-robed witch king said softly.

"Your final strike before fleeing even brought in fragments of primordial chaos. It seems you pose a greater threat to it than I anticipated."

He gently tapped Ian's forehead with his index finger: "This wound will surely heal."

A gentle power flowed from his fingertips into Ian's soul.

This force did not forcibly dispel the remaining primal chaos, nor did it roughly fill the cracks; instead, it created a rule-based environment that "allows healing."

In this environment, Ian's own regenerative abilities are greatly enhanced.

On the surface of the soul particle, pale golden buds began to sprout from the thirty-seven cracks, a sign that the soul structure was repairing itself.

Only the deepest crack was not forcibly addressed by the white-robed witch emperor.

"I can forcibly erase the primordial chaos remnants within this crack."

The Witch King's voice entered Ian's hazy consciousness, "But the price of forcibly erasing it is another annihilation reaction, which you can no longer afford."

This crack needs to be healed by Ian himself, using his own power of order to gradually wear away the remaining primal chaos.

This process will be long and painful.

But with each passing moment, Ian's understanding of order and chaos deepens.

Once he has completely eliminated these remnants and fully recovered, his understanding of the two rules will reach an unimaginable level.

"Fortune and misfortune are intertwined. The abyss wants to plant a seed of chaos within you, but if you can digest this seed, it will become nourishment for your breakthrough."

The white-robed witch king withdrew his finger, and Ian regained a sliver of clarity.

One's own soul state is like a crystal ball that has been shattered and then glued back together.

Cracks are visible on the surface, and the inside is even more battered. The perfect quality that he was once so proud of is now riddled with holes.

But he is still alive, and his level five Radiant Moon realm remains intact.

As long as his core doesn't break, he won't fall from his cultivation level, and there's still hope for the future.

"Thank you, Witch King!" Ian's voice was extremely weak at this moment; this was probably the most disheveled he had ever been.

The white-robed sorcerer did not respond to his thanks, but instead turned his gaze to Kerrigan.

"Your contracted insectoid creatures are also seriously injured," the Witch Emperor said.

"Her soul was torn apart, and she was also eroded by the chaotic rules, but she was luckier than you."

Ultimately, within her divinity, a portion of the primal faith that had been activated was incorporated.

The power of faith was healing her soul's wounds much faster than Ian's.

Upon hearing this, Ian felt completely relieved.

The white-robed witch emperor withdrew his gaze and looked into the void.

The abyss's primordial will was severely damaged and fled; it will take hundreds of thousands of years for it to recover.

Bervis was heavily sealed and posed no threat; the Abyss Overlords and Demon Kings had already retreated when he made his move.

Without the support of the will of the abyss, they would not engage in a direct confrontation with the wizard civilization.

"The war is over."

Ian felt little joy upon hearing those four words.

The Wizarding League is the biggest winner, but it paid a heavy price.

The soul's essence is on the verge of collapse, the panel is forced into a 30-day hibernation, and the injuries may take years or even decades to heal.

"I will take you away from here," said the white-robed witch king.

"Your injuries require a long period of rest and recuperation; Silvermoon Highlands are not suitable for you."

With a sense of unease, Ian raised his head with difficulty and looked at the white-robed witch king.

The old man didn't explain where he was going, but reached out and grabbed Ian's shoulder.

The next instant, the two figures disappeared from the core of the singularity.

Also vanished was the Eternal Tower where Kerrigan and Gaga were located; the White Witch King took the tower with him before leaving.

The black-robed witch king looked in the direction where the white-robed figure had disappeared and suddenly spoke: "Did you see that ball of light of order clearly?"

The gray-robed witch king remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"It's not our wizarding system, nor even the power of this void." His eyes were deep and unfathomable.

"This is a power of order that we have never seen before, purer and closer to the origin of order than our own."

"What is the background of that young Moonlit Wizard?"

"That is indeed quite strange." The gray-robed witch king put away the crystal that sealed Bervis, "but since the White Emperor has personally taken him away, he can deal with him as he sees fit."

The black-robed witch king said no more. The white emperor was the oldest witch king, whose strength and prestige far surpassed the two of them.

The singularity has collapsed, and the wills of the two Witch Emperors have returned to the depths of the void.

Before leaving, the gray-robed witch king took one last look in the direction where Ian had disappeared.

He remembered something.

That Moonlit Wizard had submitted an extremely detailed method for achieving godhood to the Alliance through Azshara of the Silvermoon Legion before the outbreak of war.

The complete theory of faith transformation, the analysis of divine personality, the structure of divine power, the system of priesthood... the precision of that method surpassed the understanding of the power of faith by many Sun God Wizards.

At the time, he simply regarded the information as a chance discovery by a genius wizard and assigned it to the great scholar Orion for research.

But now it seems that this Moonlit Wizard not only submitted the method to become a god, but the insectoid creatures he contracted with actually made it through.

Bervis, the overlord queen of the Void Zerg, activated her primal faith, which had been dormant for countless millennia, within just a few dozen breaths after obtaining this method, nearly reversing the course of the battle.

This can no longer be explained by "genius".

A thought crossed the gray-robed wizard king's mind: this young wizard named Ian Marcus might be more worthy of observation than Bervis.

But there's no rush now, the White Emperor has already taken him away.

Given Bai Di's personality, since he personally intervened to save the young man, he would definitely give him an explanation.

The gray-robed witch king withdrew his thoughts, and his will completely left this void.

Deep in the void, the white-robed Witch King led Ian through dimensional barriers.

Ian barely managed to stay conscious. The white-robed witch king was moving incredibly fast, traversing several dimensions in a single breath, turning the surrounding void into a blurry blur of light and shadow.

"Witch King...where are we going?" He felt increasingly uneasy.

The white-robed witch king did not turn around; his voice remained calm.

"Go to my world. Your injuries are severe and you need to stay in an environment without chaotic rules to slowly heal. In the entire wizarding civilization, there are no more than three such places, and my world is one of them."

"Furthermore," the Witch King paused, "I'm very curious about the origin of the light of order on you."

Ian's heart tightened suddenly, and his hair stood on end.

The origin of the panel was his biggest secret, and his identity as a time traveler could not be mentioned to anyone.

If the White-Robed Witch King were to investigate further, how should he respond?

Seemingly sensing his tension, the white-robed witch king offered a gentle reassurance:

"Don't think about such nonsense. If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have saved you just now."

The power of order within Ian is not from the wizarding system, but its restraint over the abyss is undeniable.

Moreover, he was able to step forward at crucial moments and confront the will of the abyss head-on, tearing open the cracks that fate had obscured for him.

Ian's choice has already proven his stance.

"Where your power comes from is not important; what matters is what you choose to do with it."

This statement is almost identical to what Kerrigan said to him outside the singularity.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside Ian.

The white-robed witch king continued, "I'm taking you back for two reasons: first, to treat your injuries and observe your condition; second,... I have a question for you."

He didn't stop, casually tearing apart the dimensional barrier as he asked questions.

"In your light of order, I saw a tree, a tree of order that was meticulously orderly from root to branch."

"Every branch, every node, every connection of that tree corresponds perfectly to the chaotic tree of the abyss, but in the exact opposite direction."

"How did you do that?" the white-robed witch king asked slowly. "And... will you be another abyss?"

The light and shadow continued to shift in the void.

Under the gaze of this oldest being of the wizarding civilization, Ian felt his very soul being scrutinized.

He knew that his next answer would determine his future fate.

He had to give an answer that the Witch King could accept, without being able to lie or be completely honest.