Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

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The morning mist over Silvermoon Highlands had not yet dissipated when Ian had already prepared everything.

His personal space contained a large number of super-energy crystals and purple soul potions, which were the resources he needed to break through to level six.

Gaga perched on his shoulder, its eyes darting around, scanning the distorted folds of space around it.

These are the traces left by Azshara's roots penetrating the world's barrier, each fold connecting to a distant coordinate in the void.

"Ian," Gaga's voice was low, "do we need to say goodbye to the others?"

Ian did not answer. His gaze remained fixed on the shard in his hand.

"Hehe, you stay in Silvermoon Highlands and wait for me. The mother and child bodies here need someone to watch over them," Ian said.

Its feathers bristled, and its eyes widened: "What?!"

"The environment of Star Ruins is not suitable for you." Ian's voice was gentle, but there was no room for negotiation.

"Azshara said that the gray area will devour all rules, and you can't help me even if you go there."

Gaga opened her mouth as if to say something, but seeing Ian's eyes, she swallowed her words back.

It knew Ian too well; when he spoke in that tone, it meant he had considered all the possibilities and reached an irrefutable conclusion.

"How long will you be gone?" Ga Ga's voice was muffled.

"I don't know either." Ian put the fragment back into his personal space.

"Maybe a few days, maybe a few months, but if I don't return within three months, go find Azshara; she knows what to do."

A layer of mist welled up in Ga Ga's silver eyes, but it stubbornly turned its head away and rubbed its eyes with its wing.

"I won't wait three months, one month at most. If you don't come back, I'll come looking for you."

Ian's lips curled slightly as he reached out and ruffled Gaa's head, his fingertips running through the soft, dark feathers.

"it is good."

He turned and stepped into the void node. Azshara's roots spread out a verdant passage beneath his feet, leading to endless darkness.

The moment the teleportation light illuminated, Gaga flew off his shoulder, circled once in the void, and then landed back in its original spot.

It was obedient and didn't follow. It just squatted in front of the closing crack, staring straight at Ian's back until the last ray of light disappeared.

Ian traveled through the void passage for about half an hour.

As he stepped out from the other end of the passage, the sight before him caused his pupils to shrink slightly.

Instead of the chaotic nebulae commonly found in the void, there was a gray and white ruin.

Countless pieces of world debris floated, filling every inch of space in sight.

Broken continental plates, twisted cities, and the petrified skeletons of large organisms...

They don't seem to have been destroyed, but rather as if something has drained their essence.

All the remains were in the same eerie grayish-white hue, with no remaining patterns or energy fluctuations, only the most primitive material structure, like dried corpses that had been drained of blood.

Ian extended his senses, and the moment his mental energy reached out of his body, he felt a strong sense of discomfort.

The range of perception is compressed to less than one-tenth of its normal size, and it weakens continuously as it extends outward, like sound waves passing through sound-absorbing materials, becoming weaker the farther away they go, and eventually dissipating completely.

"This is Star Ruins," Ian murmured to himself.

He observed for a while, then stepped into the depths of the ruins.

Beneath our feet lies a fragment of a continent several miles in diameter, its surface covered with a thick layer of grayish-white dust.

With each step, dust rises and then slowly dissipates in the weightless void, like a layer of fog that never settles.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, Ian stopped. Ahead, a body lay half-buried in the dust.

The remains were dressed in a wizard's robe, an extremely ancient style, not the rune robes commonly seen in the Wizarding Alliance today, but some kind of more primitive fabric, without any trace of enchantment.

Ian had seen similar patterns in the Alder's books; they were in the style of the early wizarding civilization, dating back at least 30 million years.

The fact that the remains are still intact after such a long period of time is truly strange.

The skin of the corpse was dry and clung tightly to the bones, showing no signs of decay.

The most bizarre thing was his facial expression: his eyes were tightly closed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he had seen something that brought him extreme peace before he died.

Ian crouched down and probed the inside of the remains with his mental energy. The inside of the body was empty; there was nothing there.

Energy, rule imprints, and fragments of consciousness all vanished, as if they had been completely sucked away from within by something.

Text appeared on the panel deep within my consciousness:

[Unknown rule residue detected, concentration below detection threshold... unable to analyze]

[Speculation: The target suffered from the rule-detachment effect before his death]

Ian stood up and continued forward.

A second set of remains. A third set. A fourth set... In just half an hour, he discovered seven sets of remains.

Their ages span a vast range. The oldest one wears even more primitive leather armor than the first one, engraved with a rune system that Ian doesn't recognize at all, with a rough and ancient style.

But their deaths were all identical: peaceful faces and empty shells.

Ian stopped beside the seventh skeleton. The skeleton's fingers traced a line of words in the dust; the handwriting was messy but still legible:

"All rules... return to their origin before it..."

The writing abruptly ends here.

The last word trailed off with a long scratch, as if it had suddenly lost all its strength.

Ian stared at the line of text for a long time, his brain working frantically.

The core of Star Ruins is likely the "origin" left over from the differentiation of chaos, the "one" before the birth of all rules.

He looked up into the depths of the ruins, where a layer of grayish-white mist was slowly billowing.

The fog had no boundaries, no shape, like a diluted milky white colloid, silently spreading in the void.

At its edge, void dust is constantly being drawn in. Once that dust enters the mist, all its energy attributes are instantly stripped away, turning into its most primitive matter and merging into the mist.

The panel suddenly trembled:

[An extremely high concentration of an unknown regular state was detected... classified as "Primordial Chaos Aura"...]

[Important Warning: This substance has extremely strong assimilation properties; any energy body that enters it will be reduced to a chaotic state.]

[Recommendation: Evacuate immediately]

Ian looked at the warning line and a smile appeared on his lips.

Evacuate? He traveled across most of the wizarding civilization's territory to get here, not to evacuate.

He took one last look at the emptiness behind him.

Gaga was gone, Kerrigan's soul contract floated quietly in his mind, and Azshara's root nodes had long since closed, the path from which she came had disappeared.

Ian took a deep breath and stepped into the gray fog.

……

At the same moment, deep within the void.

Kerrigan stepped out of the Hive tunnel, and the dark golden form of the Mother Hive slowly unfolded in the void.

Its streamlined body is 300 meters long, with six pairs of ethereal crystal wings spreading out on its back, and golden divine fire leaping at the tip of each wing.

The divine aura between her brows radiated golden light; after three years of accumulating in the White Tower World, her divine power reserves were incredibly abundant.

This is the rendezvous coordinate provided by Tassadar, an abandoned Zerg outpost, with several half-collapsed biomass structures floating in the void, covered with a thick layer of void dust.

Kotasadar is not here.

Kerrigan's hive will spread out, scanning the void for millions of miles around.

There were no life signals from any Zerg units, no Hive network nodes, and not even the lowest-level patrol units.

This area looks like it has been deliberately cleared out.

"Something's not right." The golden light in Kerrigan's eyes suddenly contracted.

Her hive will detected a faint spatial distortion at the edge.

Someone has moved Zerg units here on a large scale and then deliberately erased the traces of the movement.

Just then, a wave of will emanated from the void; it was not Tassadar.

"You've finally come, you shameful traitor!"

Zagara's will surged forth like a tidal wave, simultaneously warping the void millions of miles around Kerrigan.

The moment Zagara's will descended, it rewrote the rules of this void.

Up, down, left, right, front, and back all lose their meaning; space is like a shattered mirror, with each fragment pointing in a different direction.

Distorting the rules.

Kerrigan remained calm; a divine spark suddenly ignited on her forehead, and a shield of faith unfolded around her.

The golden light membrane emitted a sharp hiss the moment it came into contact with the distorted space.

Faith is the embodiment of order, naturally opposed to distorted rules. The two annihilate each other in the void, exploding into a vast expanse of gray-white light rain.

"Zagara," Kerrigan's voice was icy, "Where is Tassadar?"

Zagara's laughter echoed through the distorted space, with triple reverberations.

One was the screech of the Zerg, another the whisper of the abyss, and yet another a hollower, more ancient sound.

"Tassadar? He's inside me, becoming a part of me." Zagara's will was filled with greed.

"He thought that by joining forces with me he could divide up the rest of our people, but he didn't know that I never intended to share with anyone from the beginning."

His hive, his dominion, and all the units under his command are all nourishment for me.

Kerrigan's gaze turned completely cold as Tassadar was swallowed up.

Although she never truly trusted that level seven Overmind, Tassadar was the only Zerg she could cooperate with among the Voidlings, and now that connection was severed.

Just then, an angry hiss echoed through the void.

"You won't devour me!"

Kerrigan breathed a sigh of relief. Tassadar was still resisting, so it seemed the situation wasn't as bad as she had imagined.

"How many hives did you send to surround me?"

Zagara's laughter grew even more grating: "You sensed it?"

In the void, spatial rifts tore open simultaneously, a total of fifteen.

From each fissure emerged a complete level six mother nest, with a dark purple carapace, twisted and mutated tentacles, and dense abyssal runes covering the carapace.

These fifteen hives have all been deeply modified by Zagara's twisted rules; they are no longer pure Zerg units, but rather hybrids of Zerg and Abyss.

The fifteen Mother Nests simultaneously activated their psionic resonance, and dark purple psionic fluctuations overlapped in the void, forming a giant net that covered millions of miles, sealing off all of Kerrigan's escape routes.

Zagara's will was withdrawn from the distorted space, leaving only a message.

"I'm at a crucial moment in devouring Tassadar, so I don't have time to accompany you personally. I'll deal with you after I've digested him."

"Enjoy yourself, you despicable traitor."

The fluctuations of will dissipated, and the resonance waves from the fifteen Broods simultaneously locked onto Kerrigan.

The first wave of attacks has arrived.

Fifteen beams of energy blasted in simultaneously, each containing the full force of a level six mother nest.

Where the fifteen beams of light passed, countless fine cracks were torn open in the void, a result of the distorted rules eroding space itself.

Kerrigan did not dodge; the golden light of her Faith Shield surged, forming a light barrier several meters thick around her.

Fifteen beams of light simultaneously struck the shield, exploding into a halo tens of thousands of kilometers in diameter in the void.

The power of faith and the twisted rules annihilated each other in a frenzy, and each wave of annihilation was enough to destroy a small world.

The surrounding biomass building debris evaporated instantly in the shockwave, leaving not even a speck of dust.

As the halo dissipated, Kerrigan's shield of faith remained standing, but the golden light on its surface dimmed slightly.

She raised her head, her golden eyes sweeping over the fifteen mother nests.

Four Zerg units are deployed to launch the main attack from the front, six to provide support from the flanks, and five to take turns resting in the rear – a typical Zerg attrition tactic.

They attack in alternating waves, ensuring their opponent has no chance to breathe.

Zagara is not here, but the tactical instructions she left behind are remotely controlling these hives through the Hive Network.

"Fifteen seats and you think you can take me down?" Kerrigan muttered to herself, her eyes blazing with murderous intent.

Her peak level 6 Mother Nest form, combined with her moderate divine power, makes her combat strength far exceed that of an ordinary level 6 Mother Nest.

In a one-on-one situation, she was confident she could finish the fight within ten breaths; even against three opponents, she could maintain a firm advantage.

But fifteen seats, and fifteen seats that have been modified by distorted rules and precisely coordinated, this number is somewhat beyond her ability to cope with.

But she had no way out. Tassadar was being devoured, and once Zagara finished digesting him, she would personally intervene.

That will be the real dead end.

We must break through the encirclement before Zagara finishes its devouring.

Kerrigan's divine spark suddenly lit up, and her figure left a golden afterimage in the void before instantly appearing above the nearest Broodmother.

His right arm transformed into a dark golden bone blade, the flames of faith burning fiercely on the blade, as he pierced a crevice in the mother nest's shell.

The mother nest emitted a mournful cry.

Dark purple, chaotic runes flickered wildly on its carapace, attempting to resist the scorching flames of faith.

But Kerrigan's divine power far exceeded its resistance to the twisted rules. The moment the bone blade pierced through, the flames of faith poured into the Hive like lava, spreading wildly along the nodes of the Hive's will.

In just three breaths, the first level-six mother nest exploded from the inside, and dark purple shell fragments mixed with burning biological tissue bloomed into a golden firework in the void.

Kerrigan retracted her bone blade, and her Faith Shield blocked the attack from the other two Broodmothers, her aura showing no signs of weakening.

The Faith Power consumed in destroying the first Mother Nest was less than one-twentieth of the total.

But her gaze remained solemn. Just now, on the other end of the soul contract, Ian's fluctuations were becoming weak.

He had entered the core of the Star Ruins, where the vacuum of rules was isolating him from all external contact.

Both lines are simultaneously stuck in an unfinished state.