Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Chapter 473 Crushing

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The chaotic fragments in Ian's hand sensed an aura of the same origin.

Five auras approached simultaneously from the edge of the gray mist, each carrying the twisted rules unique to the abyss.

At the same time, five points of light were marked on the panel. They were covered with some kind of hidden runes and were rapidly approaching his location.

Each time they change direction, they rely on the resonance frequency of the fragments to locate their position.

The gray-white crystal in Ian's eyes spun rapidly, and the fusion progress of the Sun and Moon dual cores had exceeded 70%.

The edges have completely merged, and the double helix pattern of gold, red and silver has also been incorporated into the interior, and the final fusion is about to be completed.

But this most crucial step absolutely cannot be completed under the interference of the five demon kings; they will not give him that time.

Then let's kill them first.

With a slight thought, Ian condensed a fist-sized ball of grayish-white light in his palm. Although he couldn't use the full power of the Simplified Star Core, it was enough to deal with anything.

He followed the direction guided by the chaotic fragments to the edge of the gray fog, approaching the nearest demon king.

The gray mist tore apart, and a dark purple figure appeared.

This is a humanoid abyss demon king, over three zhang tall, with six constantly twisting tentacles floating on his back, each ending in a tightly closed eye.

The gray-white orb in Ian's palm suddenly contracted, transforming into a gray-white stream that crashed directly into the Demon King's chest.

When the ball of light touched the Demon King's body, a grayish-white light spread out, frantically engulfing his entire body.

The Demon King let out a painful roar, and his body began to disintegrate from his chest. The dark purple crystalline structure was peeled away layer by layer by gray-white patterns, turning into the most primitive particles that scattered.

Its six tentacles twitched wildly, and the eyes at their ends burst one after another. Before the purplish-black fluid could even splatter, it was dissolved by the grayish-white light.

"Great Abyss..." The Demon King's roar abruptly stopped.

Its dark purple body completely disintegrated, leaving only a fist-sized core of rules.

Ian raised his hand and clenched it, and a crystal the size of a thumb fell into his palm.

After losing its core, the Demon King's remains completely disintegrated, turning into large swaths of dark purple light particles, which were absorbed by the gray mist of the vacuum of rules.

The first Demon King fell, taking only three breaths from start to finish.

Within the gray mist, the remaining four auras simultaneously turned.

Sensing the fall of their companion, they pounced on Ian from four directions simultaneously.

The nearest demon king was a sphere formed by countless intertwined dark purple tentacles.

It suddenly swelled up a hundred feet away from Ian, its tentacles increasing tenfold, like a blooming dark purple anemone, enveloping him from all directions.

Ian clasped his hands together, and when he opened them again, the gray-white light between his palms was stretched into a thin line.

One end of the thin thread connects to the simplistic star core within his soul, while the other end extends into the depths of the gray fog of the rule-bound vacuum.

Ian twisted his hands together, and the thin thread swept out horizontally.

Where the fine line swept across, the dark purple whiskers broke off at the root, the cross-section as smooth as a mirror.

This is not a physical cut; the chaotic rules it touches are all reduced to primordial particles.

Before the broken tentacles could regenerate, they began to disintegrate from the broken ends, and the entire tentacles turned into grayish-white powder and scattered within a few breaths.

The tentacle sphere emitted a piercing screech, and all the tentacles retracted simultaneously, wrapping around the core and retreating frantically.

Ian did not give chase; the three demon kings had already arrived.

It was an upside-down, six-winged humanoid figure, with all six wings spread out. Six beams of purplish-black light, ten times thicker than before, intertwined to form a giant net that descended from above Ian's head.

Ian looked up, pointed his right index finger into the air, and a gray-white light spread out like ripples.

The dark purple beams of light faded layer by layer, changing from purplish-black to light purple, then to grayish-white, and finally disappearing completely.

The wings of the six-winged humanoid exploded simultaneously, and the gray-white ripples generated a resonance that it could not understand, spreading backward along the beam of light.

The six-winged humanoid emitted a sharp, soul-piercing scream, its wings flapping wildly as it retreated rapidly.

Soon, the fourth mist demon king arrived, taking advantage of the gap when Ian repelled the six-winged humanoid, and spread his true form into a dark purple mist that covered a radius of a thousand feet.

In the mist, countless distorted faces emerged, men, women, children, and creatures of all races, each face frozen with the fear and despair of impending death.

They opened their mouths at the same time, emitting a silent shriek.

The shriek attacked the soul directly, and Ian felt a slight tremor in his mental sea.

Like a gentle breeze across a lake, creating a few faint ripples before returning to calm.

His soul essence was so profound that it was unimaginable and could not be shaken by mere soul attacks.

Moreover, his soul had undergone compression by the dual cores of the sun and moon, resulting in a density far exceeding that of ordinary souls. Attacks of this level posed no threat to him.

Ian loosely clenched his fists, then opened them outwards.

A grayish-white light burst forth from the palm, transforming into a thin wall of mist that met the dark purple fog.

The moment the two wisps of mist touched, the faces within the dark purple mist contorted, revealing expressions of terror.

The faces opened and closed their mouths frantically, emitting silent screams, before turning into grayish-white powder one after another, which fluttered down.

The mist demon king let out a miserable cry, and the mist contracted wildly, trying to gather and condense its spreading body.

But the grayish-white mist had already seeped into every wisp of it, dismantling its regular structure from the inside out.

The more it contracts, the faster it disintegrates, eventually letting out a scream before falling silent again.

In a short time, three of the four level-six demon kings died and one was seriously injured.

At this moment, the fifth demon king finally made his move.

Its body rapidly expanded to a size of a hundred feet, opening a terrifyingly large maw, its densely packed sharp teeth gleaming with a cold light.

A cold glint flashed in Ian's eyes as he withdrew his right hand and clenched his fist.

Within his spiritual sea, the merging sun and moon cores suddenly accelerated their rotation, and all the gray-white light was drawn to the surface of his right fist, forming a thin, cicada-wing-like membrane of light.

Then, he threw a powerful punch.

The fist collided head-on with the abyss's gaping maw, and the burst of gray-white light dispersed all the gray mist within a radius of a thousand feet, creating a brief vacuum.

The countless sharp teeth turned into grayish-white powder the moment they touched the light membrane, spreading backward along the inner wall of the giant mouth.

"Aww!"

The gaping maw of the abyss let out a deafening roar.

At this moment, the grayish-white light continued to spread, disintegrating its upper and lower jaws, cheek pouches, throat, and all the muscles of its carapace into powder.

Ian stepped forward and grabbed the Demon King's core. Grayish-white light surged into the core from between his five fingers, dissolving all the abyssal runes on the core's surface.

Of the five demon kings, four died and one escaped.

The last survivor was a six-winged humanoid, all six of its wings bursting open, frantically fleeing into the depths of the gray fog.

It knew that escaping would mean certain death; only by rushing into the core of the rule vacuum and taking advantage of the strangeness of this place could it have a glimmer of hope.

Ian did not give chase. He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger in the direction the six-winged humanoid had fled.

Within the soul's essence, the fusion progress of the sun and moon cores exceeded 80% at this moment, and the double helix structure of the sun and moon cores suddenly tightened.

An extremely condensed gray-white beam of light shot out rapidly from Ian's fingertip.

The gray light pierced through layers of gray mist, accurately striking the back of the six-winged humanoid's head, penetrating its skull, and shooting out from its forehead, bringing with it a spray of dark purple fluid.

The six-winged humanoid body stood frozen in place, its six tattered wings drooping helplessly.

Ian withdrew his fingers and looked down at his right palm, where five thumb-sized crystals floated silently.

Five peak level six Abyss Demon Kings, from the fall of the first to the demise of the last, took no more than a hundred breaths.

Ian stored the five crystals in his personal space without immediately analyzing them.

The soul fluctuations of the demon kings before their deaths had already given him enough information.

What they were tracking was the fragment of primordial chaos in his hand.

This fragment was discarded when the Abyss Will was severely injured by Alder, and it carries a portion of the Abyss Will's essence.

For the Abyss, it is the source that must be recovered—even a fragment contains the key to the Abyss's will restoring its power.

Zagara is just one of many pieces laid out by the Abyss.

The abyss implants its distortions into the bodies of creatures from different worlds, allowing them to devour and grow stronger together, only to harvest them all at once when the time is right.

Zagara devours the Voidlings, while the other pieces devour the life forms of their respective worlds. Finally, all the seeds of chaos converge, becoming nourishment for the Abyss's restoration.

The moment Ian noticed the resonance of the fragments, he had already deduced the entire process; all that remained was to verify it.

He turned around and returned to the original space.

Within the spiritual sea, the fusion of the sun and moon dual cores is progressing steadily: 81%...83%...85%...

With each pulse, the golden-red and silver-white double helixes intertwine more tightly, and the essence of the soul becomes more solid.

The final qualitative change is not far away.

But at that moment, Ian sensed an extremely faint fluctuation.

It is neither a chaotic fragment, nor an origin, nor any known frequency.

It came from the deepest part of the gray fog, and the moment Ian's consciousness came into contact with this fluctuation, a blurry outline appeared in his mind.

This was a form of information he had never perceived before.

It's like a sentence being broken down into its most basic semantic units and then directly imprinted into the depths of consciousness.

He could sense the intention behind those words; they were a call.

As the fluctuations subsided, Ian opened his eyes, a hint of seriousness flashing deep within his pupils.

The fluctuation he just experienced had the same underlying structure as the pattern he sensed deep within the rings of time in the secret chamber of the White Pagoda.

He recalled Azshara's words: a primal will still lingers here, slumbering deep within the Star Ruins.

Now, it seems to sense that the origin is resonating with it.

The panel trembled slightly deep within my consciousness, conveying an indescribable feeling of "expectation".