Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Three years later.

The giant white tree in the White Pagoda World still illuminates everything.

There is no day or night, no seasons; the light of order remains eternally constant.

Ian read through all the high-level texts left by Ald, and made detailed annotations on more than half of them.

Over the years, his dual cores, the sun and the moon, have entered a very stable state of fusion.

Ald would occasionally come to see him, or observe him in some way that Ian couldn't perceive.

Every now and then, he would leave some new books or notes at the door of the treehouse.

The books delve deeper into the subject, extending from the fundamental theories of order and rules to cutting-edge topics that Ian has never encountered before.

There was one book in particular that Ian spent a full six months reading.

The book is titled "Unfinished Branches".

There are no runes in the book, only text, written by the teacher Ald himself.

The content is scattered, like fragments of thoughts jotted down at random. Sometimes it is a discussion about the nature of order, sometimes it is a recollection of a deceased disciple, and sometimes it is just a sentence without beginning or end.

But Ian pieced together an outline from these fragments.

Throughout his long life, Alder pondered a question: what is the ultimate form of order?

The Tree of Order has grown for over forty million years, covering countless worlds and supporting a powerful civilization.

But Ald knew that the tree was not yet fully grown, and there were still gaps in its root system that had not been filled.

Alder tried many methods to fill it, including training genius disciples, studying the rules of chaos, and exploring the depths of the void, but none of them worked.

Among those fragments, there was one sentence that Ian read over and over again.

"Perhaps the end of order is not a purer order, but... something we cannot yet describe."

Ian closed the book and looked out the window.

The branches and leaves of the giant white tree swayed slightly, and the rain of light fell as usual.

Three years is enough time for many things to change.

"Ian." The door to the treehouse was pushed open, and Gaa hopped in.

Ian glanced at it, his gaze hardening slightly.

In Ga Ga's black fur, extremely fine golden lines appeared, like golden threads woven between the black down.

A golden glint appeared deep within its silver eyes.

"You... have evolved?" Ian reached out and picked up Gaga, examining it closely.

It flapped its wings triumphantly, its black and gold feathers shimmering in the light of order.

"To be precise, it has been 'purified'." It pointed to its chest with its wing.

"The shadow rules within me have always been chaotic. Shadow and chaos are naturally close, and this is true for most shadow creatures."

Ian nodded; that was common sense.

"But this place is too special." Gaga shook her head.

"The concentration of order is ridiculously high, and the chaos within me is being forced out little by little."

It looked down at its claws, the tips of which gleamed with a faint golden light.

"After the chaos was stripped away, the remaining shadow rules changed; they no longer rejected order."

Ian's heart skipped a beat.

Shadows and chaos are naturally compatible; this is one of the fundamental laws of the void.

But once the chaotic elements are completely stripped away, in the orderly environment of the White Tower world, the Shadow Rules have only one choice: to coexist with order.

"What abilities can you use right now?" Ian asked.

Gaga jumped excitedly onto the table, and the golden light in its silver eyes suddenly lit up.

It spread its wings, and a dense shadow emerged from beneath them. This time, the shadow was silver-gray with very faint golden light at the edges.

The shadow condensed on the table into a crow-shaped projection the size of a fist, with a clear outline. It didn't look like a creation of shadows, but rather like a miniature model of a physical object.

"My ability to manipulate shadows is more than ten times more precise than before."

As Gaga manipulated the projector, she said, "And..."

It controlled the projection to float to the window. When the sunlight shone in, the projection did not disappear. Instead, it reflected a silver-gold light and shadow.

"My shadow is no longer afraid of the light, at least not the light of order."

Ian stared at the silver-gray, raven-shaped projection, silently calculating in his mind.

The evolutionary path of the Gaga is unprecedented in any known supernatural biological system.

"Shadow of Order"? This concept itself is contradictory.

It's a miracle that shadow-attribute creatures can survive in a purely ordered environment, let alone undergo positive evolution.

Gaga may have broken out of the traditional framework of extraordinary beings and entered a completely new field.

"So, how strong are you?" Ian asked curiously.

Gaga tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"I was at the peak of level four before, and I should be about to break through now. I can't say exactly what level I will reach, but I feel like the whole world is different now."

Ian reached out and placed his hand on Gaga's head, releasing a wisp of soul probe.

The rules of shadow within Gaga's body have indeed undergone a qualitative change; the purified shadow and order have formed a unique resonant structure.

Like two notes in a chord, they are not the same note, but when put together they create a richer sound.

If measured by the wizarding realm, Gaga's current soul strength... has already surpassed the level five threshold.

Considering that Gaga is just a familiar and doesn't have the systematic training methods of a wizard, this speed is already extremely astonishing.

"Stop touching me, it tickles." Gaga shrank its neck, crawled out from under Ian's palm, and jumped onto the windowsill.

Ian withdrew his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

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Gaga's improved strength was an unexpected bonus for him.

There is a soul contract between the familiar and its master. The stronger the familiar, the stronger Ian's ability to perceive and acquire information.

Gaga's "Shadow of Order" attribute now gives it a unique advantage in many scenarios.

The ability to remain hidden in the shadows and undetected by the order may prove very useful in certain situations in the future.

"Ian." A cool voice came from downstairs; it was Kerrigan.

Ian got up and walked to the stairwell.

Kerrigan was standing next to the bookshelves on the first floor, and her demeanor had changed noticeably.

Previously, when she stood in front of Ian, her posture always carried a subtle sense of obedience.

Now, she is much more composed, and the humility she once showed is gone.

"What's wrong?" Ian asked.

Kerrigan did not answer immediately. She walked to the table, sat down, and poured herself a glass of Dew of Order.

"Some information came from the Zerg territory. I received some fragments through the remnants of the Hive Network."

Ian sat down opposite her, gesturing for her to continue.

For the past three years, Ian has never stepped out of the White Tower, but Gagga and Kerrigan would occasionally go out for some fresh air.

"After Bervis was sealed away, the level seven Overminds retreated to the depths of the void. The strongest of them was led by an Overmind named Tassadar, who was integrating the other Void Overminds in an attempt to maintain order within the Zerg."

She paused for a moment.

"But another dominant force, led by Zagara, is also actively expanding. She opposes any form of peace, advocates for continued war, and has publicly declared that Tassadar has betrayed the Queen's will."

Ian remained silent for a moment; he had anticipated this information before entering the White Tower world.

With the Zerg losing their High Queen, internal division was inevitable.

"Do you think Zagara's statement makes sense?" he asked, staring at Kerrigan.

Kerrigan shook her head, her voice calm. "I know more about Belvis's final will than any Zerg."

"She gave me divinity and primal faith in the hope that there would be an inheritor among the Voidlings who could follow the path of faith transformation, rather than a queen who only devours and evolves."

She looked at Ian with a complicated expression.

"Zagara said that Tassadar betrayed the Queen Mother, but in reality, it was she herself who betrayed the Queen Mother's will; she just refused to accept the fact that the Queen Mother had failed."

Ian nodded.

"So what do you plan to do?"

Kerrigan set down the cup, and the Dew of Order shimmered with golden light in her palm.

"I will not take over those Voidlings; that's not my path."

Kerrigan has spent three years in the White Tower world examining herself and has redefined her identity.

"My hive size has recovered to the peak of level six," Kerrigan continued.

"Give me a few more years, and I may be able to break through to the seventh level of the Overlord. At that time, I will build a Zerg swarm that is entirely my own, not dependent on any old power, and not inheriting anyone's legacy."

She paused for a moment, then said, "I will continue on the path of faith conversion, but I will do so in my own way."

Ian looked at her and suddenly smiled. "Kerrigan, you've changed."

Kerrigan did not evade the assessment; she merely raised her chin slightly.

"The same to you."

Indeed, Ian wouldn't have smiled and spoken to Kerrigan like that three years ago.

At that time, he always had a subtle "controller" mentality when facing Kerrigan.

It's not some kind of distorted mentality, because Kerrigan is his contracted Zerg, and he naturally occupies a dominant position in the contractual relationship.

But in three years, the order and environment of the White Tower world changed Kerrigan, and indirectly changed Ian as well.

He no longer saw her as a subordinate; he hadn't seen her that way for a long time.

This change began the day Kerrigan deliberately tore off her divine status.

After three years of companionship, the contractual relationship gradually evolved into a partnership.

"You have to walk your own path," Ian said, "but if you need help..."

"I know," Kerrigan interrupted him, her tone flat. "You don't have to add that every time."

Ian shrugged and said nothing more.

Gaga poked its head out from the windowsill, the golden light in its silver eyes swirling around, scanning back and forth between Kerrigan and Ian twice.

"You two are becoming more and more alike," it muttered.

Kerrigan and Ian both looked at it.

Gaga flashed by and casually jumped onto Ian's shoulder. "Hmph! I didn't say anything."

A shower of light fell from the giant white tree outside the window, and pale golden specks of light drifted in and landed on the three people.

In three years, not only did the two of them improve significantly, but he himself gained even more.

With the help of countless super-energy crystals and purple soul potions, his cultivation level has reached the peak of level five. He only needs the final polishing to condense an indestructible soul.

Within the spiritual sea, the dual cores of the sun and moon operate perfectly, their fusion deepening ever deeper.

He has already digested most of the advanced knowledge left by Alder, but the remaining part requires a higher level of understanding to fully comprehend.

He studied the extracted fragment of primordial chaos for three years. Although it had only shrunk by one-tenth, Ian's understanding of it had deepened considerably.

He no longer saw it as a foreign object, but as a mirror.

He opened his eyes, his golden pupils reflecting the branches and leaves of the giant white tree.

"It's almost time, we should head out."

There were still many things waiting for him outside.

Ian closed his eyes, feeling the light of order flowing through his soul.

In three years, not only did the two of them improve significantly, but he himself gained even more.

With the help of countless super-energy crystals and purple soul potions, his cultivation level has reached the peak of level five. He only needs the final polishing to condense an indestructible soul.

Within the spiritual sea, the dual cores of the sun and moon operate perfectly, their fusion deepening ever deeper.

He has already digested most of the advanced knowledge left by Alder, but the remaining part requires a higher level of understanding to fully comprehend.

He studied the extracted fragment of primordial chaos for three years. Although it had only shrunk by one-tenth, Ian's understanding of it had deepened considerably.

He no longer saw it as a foreign object, but as a mirror.

He opened his eyes, his golden pupils reflecting the branches and leaves of the giant white tree.

"It's almost time, we should head out."

There were still many things waiting for him outside.

In three years, not only did the two of them improve significantly, but he himself gained even more.

With the help of countless super-energy crystals and purple soul potions, his cultivation level has reached the peak of level five. He only needs the final polishing to condense an indestructible soul.

Within the spiritual sea, the dual cores of the sun and moon operate perfectly, their fusion deepening ever deeper.

He has already digested most of the advanced knowledge left by Alder, but the remaining part requires a higher level of understanding to fully comprehend.

He studied the extracted fragment of primordial chaos for three years. Although it had only shrunk by one-tenth, Ian's understanding of it had deepened considerably.

He no longer saw it as a foreign object, but as a mirror.

He opened his eyes, his golden pupils reflecting the branches and leaves of the giant white tree.

"It's almost time, we should head out."

There were still many things waiting for him outside.