Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

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The White Tower world is vast and empty, and besides Ian, Gaga, and Kerrigan, there are some extremely peculiar races.

These are all rare species collected by Teacher Alder in the void. Each of them is powerful, with even the weakest being at the Radiant Moon level.

Through the wooden window of the treehouse, Ian could see a silver behemoth slowly pacing in the distant mountains.

Each time a foot landed, the earth trembled slightly, yet no sound could be heard.

In the distant clouds, shadows with wingspans of several thousand meters occasionally sweep by, casting shadows that can cover the entire forest.

Ian could not sense the strength of those beings at all; his soul probes were like stones sinking into the sea.

He guessed that it was likely a terrifying being at the seventh-level Dominator level, which explained why the teacher had told the three of them not to wander around.

This world may seem peaceful and serene, but it is actually fraught with danger at every turn.

Ian himself was not afraid. With a slight thought, a pure white mark appeared in his palm, which was slightly warm.

The teacher's mark acted like an invisible talisman, causing those terrifying creatures to look at the treehouse with apprehension.

His concern was for Gaga and Kerrigan; they didn't have the Witch King's mark, and what if they accidentally wandered into the territory of some ancient being...

Ian didn't dare to think any further. "Never stray too far from this little building."

He looked at Gaga curled up on the windowsill, then turned to Kerrigan sitting on the wooden chair, his expression serious.

Gaga raised its little head, its silver eyes reflecting the giant white tree outside the window.

"Those big guys are really scary!"

Its voice was very low, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Ian reached out and ruffled its soft feathers, restricting its movement, which was indeed a bit uncomfortable for the usually lively and active little guy.

"The concentration of rules here is a hundred times that of the outside world. The orderly environment purifies everything. Your shadow attribute will be suppressed, but it can also take the opportunity to remove chaotic tendencies."

Gaga nodded as if it understood, then buried its head in its wings.

Kerrigan paused for a moment, then turned to Ian. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it."

Ian breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk towards the wooden table.

There were stacks of advanced books on the table, all left behind by their teacher, Alder.

The pages are made of a semi-transparent crystal with pale golden filaments flowing inside.

Each book was extremely heavy; holding it in my hands felt like holding a small mountain.

These advanced knowledge points are the oldest inheritances of wizarding civilization.

Ian opened the first book, and densely packed runes came into view. The runes were not static, but rather moved across the pages like living things, constantly changing shape.

Ian took a deep breath and focused his mind on it.

Time passed quietly; the world of the White Pagoda had no alternation of day and night, and the white light from the giant white trees outside the window illuminated everything.

Ian could feel the passage of time, and the wounds on his soul were gradually healing.

The black, chaotic remnants at the edges of the cracks were gradually worn away by the dew of order.

Every morning, Ian would walk to the spring at the edge of the platform, bend down and drink three drops of the Dew of Order.

The pale golden water droplets melted instantly upon entering the mouth, transforming into a warm current that flowed deep into the soul.

Those warm currents, like countless tiny tentacles, gently caressed every crack in the essence of the soul.

The pain is still there, but it has changed from the initial tearing sensation to a vague soreness.

Ian sat cross-legged on the floor of the second floor of the treehouse, his eyes slightly closed.

Within the sea of ​​the spirit, the twin cores of the sun and moon gradually became more abundant from their original state of decline.

The sun's core resembles a wounded star; its surface flames no longer burn violently but gently. The moon's core revolves around the sun's core, its silvery-white light even cooler and purer than before.

The gravitational balance between the two was restored, and the power of the soul was no longer lost.

But the panel remained silent.

That golden light of order shrank deep within the soul's essence, like a hibernating beast.

During this time, Ian gradually got used to life without the help of the control panel and began to study a lot of the advanced books his teacher had given him.

At first, when he opened a book called "The Structure of the Power of Order," the runes on the pages instantly came to life, transforming into countless tiny roots that spread into the depths of his soul.

He instinctively tried to access the panel to analyze the data, but all he found was utter silence.

He paused for a moment, then chuckled self-deprecatingly. Without a control panel, he would have to rely on himself.

The fifth-level Radiant Moon has an extremely strong ability to process information, but it still struggles a lot when faced with this advanced knowledge.

Each rune contains a wealth of information, requiring repeated contemplation, deduction, and verification.

Ian used his mental power to sketch the first rune, attempting to understand its rules and structure.

The runes twisted and deformed in his consciousness, like a tangled mess. He failed seven times before finally managing to grasp a trace of their structure on the eighth attempt.

"Order is not a constraint, but the underlying logic of how all things operate..."

Previously, with the dashboard, any knowledge could be instantly analyzed and archived, transforming into an information stream that could be directly understood.

Now he needs to study each word carefully and comprehend each rune one by one.

But strangely, Ian felt an unprecedented sense of peace.

Knowledge gained through one's own thinking, deduction, and verification is etched deep into the soul like a brand.

It's no longer just cold data displayed on a control panel, but his true insights.

He opened the second book, "Resonance of Rules and Resonance of Order," which was thicker than the first and had more complex runes on its pages.

It took Ian three whole days to understand the meaning of the first ten runes. When he was tired, he would drink a sip of Dew of Order, and when he was sleepy, he would lean against the window for a nap.

Sometimes Gaga would jump onto his lap and rub its head against his palm.

Kerrigan sat quietly to the side, the divine spark between her brows slowly absorbing the surrounding power of order.

Her soul healed faster than Ian's.

The original faith that Pierre left in her divinity is continuously transforming into healing energy.

Occasionally, Kerrigan would glance at Ian, who was engrossed in his books, her expression complex and indescribable.

Ian was oblivious to all of this; his entire focus was on advanced knowledge.

The third book, "The Anchoring Relationship Between the Soul's Particle and the Source of Order," touches upon the path after the Radiant Moon.

Ian's pupils contracted slightly as he saw the diagram of the soul's particle structure depicted on the page.

The image was somewhat similar to his own soul essence, but it was more complete and more stable.

Next to the image is a small caption: "The source of order is not something external, but the natural manifestation of the soul's sublimation."

Ian fell into deep thought, remembering the control panel and the golden light of order.

Could the control panel be the source of his order?

The thought flashed through his mind, and he shook his head to continue studying.

Time passed day by day.

Occasionally, the giant white tree outside the treehouse will send down a shower of light, a natural phenomenon that occurs when the concentration of order is too high.

Pale golden specks of light drifted in through the window like fireflies and landed on Ian's pages.

When the runes on the book pages encounter the rain of light, they become more active and may even actively show him their changing patterns.

Ian seized the opportunity, absorbing it greedily, and his soul wounds healed at a visible speed.

The once alarming cracks have now faded to faint traces.

The soul becomes more profound because it is nourished by the dew of order and higher knowledge.

The rotation of the sun and moon's twin cores became increasingly stable, the sun's flames blazed anew, and the moon's radiance grew even brighter.

But Ian didn't rush to resume his cultivation. The advanced knowledge left by his teacher was more precious than he had imagined.

Each book broadened his understanding of the rules and solidified his foundation.

He was promoted too quickly in the past, and many of his foundations were not solid. Now is the best time to fill in the gaps in his knowledge.

One day, he opened a book and was struck by its contents: "A Conjecture on Order and Chaos." If he could only read one fantasy novel in his life, it would probably be "The Wizard: My Skills Can Break Through Infinite Limits."

Two tree projections appeared in my mind, one pure gold and one pure black, a mirror image of the structure shown on the panel.

Could it be that the wizarding civilization had already begun studying the symmetrical relationship between the two?

But the teacher also said that apart from the time of the singularity, he had never seen the structure of these two divine trees.

Ian held his breath and read the annotations word by word.

"Order and chaos may not be completely opposite, but rather two sides of the same coin."

"Pure order will stagnate, and pure chaos will collapse. Only when the two reach a certain balance can we move towards a higher level..."

Ian remembered the Abyss's primal will; wasn't that guy trying to devour the panel and use order to mend his own chaos?

It turns out that the teacher had already gone this far and put forward a very detailed conjecture.

It seems that the war with the Abyss... is far from over!

After all, this is a struggle for the position of transcendence.

He continued reading, and the illustrations on the pages began to change, showing how order and chaos transform into and counterbalance each other.

Ian was so engrossed in watching that he didn't even notice Gaga jumping onto his shoulder.

"Ian, you've been watching for ten days now," Gaga whispered, pointing out the window with its wing.

The branches and leaves of the giant white tree swayed gently, sprinkling down even more sunlight.

Ian finally snapped out of his reverie, rubbed his sore eyes, and felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him.

He definitely needs rest. "Where's Kerrigan?"

"She is resting and recuperating downstairs."

Ian nodded, got up and walked to the window. The view outside was the same, but it had a different meaning in his eyes at this moment.

The floating rain of light, the swaying branches and leaves, the colossal beasts faintly visible in the distant mountains...

Everything is governed by rules and order, and everything operates according to a predetermined trajectory.

This is a world completely governed by order.

However, Ian always felt a little out of place and uncomfortable.

This resonance was subtle, yet it made him feel incredibly comfortable.

Three months later.

On the second floor of the treehouse, Ian sat cross-legged on the floor, with the last book open in front of him.

The book's title is simple: "I".

The pages were blank, without any runes or text.

But when Ian placed his hand on it, his own reflection appeared on the page.

His reflection is clearly visible, his soul particles are clearly visible, and the sun and moon cores rotate slowly.

And in the deepest part of the soul's essence, that long-dormant golden light finally stirred.

Ian's heart skipped a beat. He closed his eyes and immersed his entire consciousness in his mental sea.

Within the spiritual sea, the Sun and Moon dual cores have recovered to their peak state.

The solar core resembles a true star, spewing out golden-red flames, while the lunar core, like a silver moon, revolves around the solar core, casting a cool glow.

The gravitational balance between the two is perfect, and their soul power is as vast as the sea.

At the deepest part of the soul's essence, the golden light of order shone once more.

The light was faint, like the first rays of dawn, but Ian sensed that something was different.

Previously, the panel was like a tool, an independent entity floating in his mental sea.

He sends commands to the panel with his mind, and the panel executes them, just like using an external weapon.

But now, the boundaries of the panel have become blurred, and it is no longer a separate light screen.

Golden light, like a thin, pale gold film, seeped out from within the essence of the soul.

Then, it slowly covered the entire soul particle, deeply merging with Ian's soul, and every inch of the soul, every wisp of consciousness, was tinged with a faint gold.

Ian looked at the thin film and felt an indescribable emotion welling up inside him, as if the coat he had always worn had suddenly turned into skin.

Just then, a line of text appeared in my mind.

The text is still gold, but this time, it lacks the coldness of the previous text.

The handwriting carried Ian's own style, as if he had written it himself.

[The hibernation ends, and the power of order will be fully integrated.]

Ian held his breath, and the next line of text appeared:

[Panel Function Update: Command Execution Mode Cancelled]

The deeper the host's understanding of the rules of order, the stronger the power of order that the panel can mobilize.

The text is simple, and the meaning is clear.

The panel was no longer cold and impersonal; it was no longer an external system that required commands. It had become an extension of Ian's soul and a part of his original order.

Previously, the power of order was "borrowed" through the panel; now, the power of order is his own power.

As Ian looked at these words, a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him: joy, relief, and a touch of melancholy.

The control panel accompanied him throughout his time-traveling journey.

From the moment he first came into this world, ignorant and clueless, to how he has come to be where he is today.

The control panel was always by his side, like a silent mentor and a reliable weapon.

And now, this mentor... is about to completely merge with him.

From then on, there were no more independent panels, only Ian Marcus and his Source of Order.

Ian took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

Golden light flowed from the depths of his pupils, more restrained than ever before.

He raised his right hand, and with a slight thought, a purifying light emerged from his palm.

It was no longer the blinding golden beam of light, but a soft, pure golden halo.

The halo hovered quietly in the palm of his hand, emitting no pressure whatsoever.

But Ian knew that the halo contained a terrifying purifying power, more than ten times stronger than before.

Moreover, this power is as easy to control as one's own arm or fingers; it requires no command and can be mobilized with a mere thought.

Ian slowly closed his five fingers, holding the halo in his palm. Golden light spilled out from between his fingers, illuminating the entire room.

The cuckoo on the windowsill was startled awake, its silver eyes widening in surprise.

"Ian... your hands are glowing!"

Its voice was filled with surprise. The light made it feel at ease, but it also caused the shadow rules within its body to tremble slightly.

Kerrigan came up from downstairs and stopped at the top of the stairs, her pupils reflecting the golden light in Ian's palm.

The divine crystal felt slightly warm on her forehead, conveying a clear resonance.

"Ian," Kerrigan said softly, her voice filled with disbelief.

"Your power of order... is completely different now."

Ian turned to look at her, golden light swirling in his eyes, making his face appear sacred and majestic.

A gentle smile appeared on his lips. "It's different now."

Although the panel is integrated with it, the previous functions have not disappeared.

He opened his palm, and the halo in his palm slowly dissipated, but a wisp of golden aftertaste still lingered on his fingertips, as if plated with a layer of light gold.

Suddenly, the giant white tree outside the window began to sway, scattering large swaths of golden light.

Light rained in through the window, falling on Ian, on the floor, and on the pages of the book.

The blank reflection on the page finally revealed a complete image.

In the image, Ian's soul particles radiate pure golden light, and the sun and moon cores continue to rotate, but deep within their cores, there is an additional layer of pale golden film.

Countless images flashed through my mind: the anxiety and unease I felt when I first transmigrated, the confusion and wariness I felt when the control panel first awakened, and all the traces of my past and present lives...

They flashed by like a revolving lantern, and finally, they all merged together.

The membrane and the essence of the soul merged perfectly, becoming indistinguishable from each other.

As Ian watched the images on the pages become clearer, his smile deepened.

He got up and walked to the window, looking out at the boundless world of white pagodas, his eyes gleaming with golden light.

"This is the complete me!"