Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Ian sat cross-legged in the gray mist, the origin point suspended a thousand feet in front of him, the gray-white light mysterious and ancient.

Within the spiritual sea, the fusion progress of the sun and moon dual cores has exceeded 85%, and only one final step remains before the ultimate qualitative change of the soul.

But the fluctuation he just experienced made him stop moving.

Feeling the panel in his soul constantly trembling, he finally decided to engage with this will.

He exhaled softly, his consciousness probing into the depths of the gray fog.

In a daze, he found himself in an even more desolate place, where a grayish-white dot of light appeared before him.

The point of light was only the size of a grain of rice, suspended in the very center of this "empty" space, with no irregular fluctuations around it.

Ian's consciousness cautiously approached the point of light, when suddenly, a whisper echoed deep within his consciousness.

To be precise, it is not language, nor writing, nor even any system of information transmission.

It was more like a strange resonance of consciousness, conveying extremely ancient information to him.

But this frequency was too unfamiliar for him to decipher; he could only sense the emotions contained within the resonance.

There is no distinction between good and evil, only a pure call, like a call to one's own kind.

The whispers continued, over and over again, with each repetition causing an extremely slight shift in frequency.

It was like trying different "channels," trying to find a band he could understand, but after trying hundreds of bands, Ian still couldn't understand.

The panel trembled again, and the entire golden screen shook violently.

Countless data points were rapidly refreshing from the edge of the screen, so fast that only a blurry afterimage remained in the corner of Ian's eye.

Lines of text structures, both familiar and unfamiliar to him, rapidly appeared on the screen, were compared, disassembled, and reassembled.

The runes of the wizarding civilization, the chaotic patterns of the abyss, the psionic symbols of the Void Insectoids, and even any ancient writing system he had ever seen in the White Tower…

[Unknown information fluctuation detected... Full-band analysis initiated...]

[Comparison Target 1: The Wizarding Civilization's Universal Rune System... Match Rate 10.00%]

[Comparison Target 2: Abyss Chaotic Pattern... Match Rate 15.00%]

[Comparison Target 3: Void Zerg Hive Will Encoding... Match Rate 6.00%]

……

[Comparison Object 69: Unknown Language Structure at the Edge of the Tree of Order Rings... Match Rate 69.3%]

[Comparison Object 70: The internal regular patterns of the original fragment... Match rate 59.6%]

The panel refresh rate suddenly increased.

The feature data of all the comparison objects are extracted simultaneously and interwoven into an extremely complex regular graph in the center of the screen.

At the heart of the graph is a character Ian has never seen before, a rule structure that directly carries semantics.

It encompasses multiple meanings, including existence, differentiation, integration, and unification. Each meaning is not parallel but rather a description of different aspects.

[Preliminary assessment: The information carried by this fluctuation comes from before the differentiation of order and chaos. The language system used existed before all rules were born. This language does not rely on any medium, symbols, or conventional grammar. It acts directly on "existence" itself. The symbols are the rules.]

[Special Name: Chaos Language]

[Analysis progress: 1%...]

Ian's consciousness trembled slightly. Chaos language! The language that existed before all rules were created.

He had vaguely noticed a paradox when he was working on the model.

The creation of rules requires the transmission of information, but the transmission of information itself is a kind of rule.

So how was information transmitted before the rules were established? The answer is right before our eyes—the language of chaos.

It is not a language based on rules, but a language based on "existence" itself. It does not need a medium, symbols, or conventions.

It acts directly on existence itself; any fluctuation or aspect of it is the rule.

[Analysis progress: 12%...21%...30%...]

At this time, the panel's resolution speed is constantly increasing.

With the dual reference of the primordial fragments and the tree rings of order, the underlying logic of the Chaos Language is being rapidly deciphered.

The rule structure of each character is broken down into the most basic semantic units, and then cross-validated with the rule model deduced by Ian.

Those that pass verification are retained; those that fail verification are re-deciphered by adjusting the parsing path.

Ian's consciousness was completely immersed in the analysis of the Chaos Language, and the resonant frequencies that were previously incomprehensible were gradually becoming clearer.

He didn't need to learn Chaos Language; the moment the panel displayed Chaos Language, the meaning of the words was directly "written" into his cognitive structure.

Once all characters have been parsed, he will be able to understand the language directly, as if it were an innate instinct.

[Analysis progress: 51%...67%...82%...94%...]

At this moment, the frequency of the mysterious whisper suddenly stabilized. It seemed to sense that Ian was understanding it, and instead of trying different frequency bands, it kept repeating and amplifying the same frequency.

The resonance grew stronger and clearer.

[Analysis progress: 100%]

All the data on the panel froze simultaneously, and a line of golden text slowly appeared in the center of the screen:

[The analysis of the Chaos Language has been completed, and the language system has been fully integrated.]

Then, Ian understood the whisper.

"...fusion..."

Then, Ian understood the whisper.

"...fusion..."

This is an extremely ancient sound, so ancient that it cannot be measured by any time scale.

The voice was devoid of emotion and warmth, like a "command" set from the beginning of chaos.

"...Return to One..."

Ian's mind surged violently; he understood.

This whisper was merely the last echo left by chaos itself before it differentiated.

It was stripped away during the differentiation and slumbered in the deepest part of the Star Ruins, waiting for an existence that could reunite order and chaos.

The rule model deduced by Ian resonated with the actual process of chaotic differentiation, activating this remaining will.

At the same time, the primordial chaotic fragments in his hand began to melt silently.

The dark purple, chaotic patterns peeled away layer by layer, revealing the extremely ancient and pure primordial chaotic rules within.

This is a remnant of the chaotic seed, born simultaneously with the seed of order during the differentiation of chaos.

The moment the fragment completely melted, it transformed into a pure black stream of light and disappeared into Ian's soul particle.

The text on the panel was jumping wildly:

[The original chaotic rules have been merged... Control over the chaotic rules has increased by 10%...20%...30%...]

[Order-Chaos Balance Mode Unlocked]

Current balance: 32% (Order side has the advantage)

Within the spiritual sea, the fusion of the sun and moon cores accelerated once again.

The integration of chaotic rules disrupted the original rhythm of integration, which was dominated by order.

Order and chaos began to redistribute their weights within the soul's mass. The golden-red light of order and the pure black light of chaos intertwined in the double helix structure. The two originally opposing forces began to truly coexist under the gravitational compression of the simplistic stellar core.

The moment the balance was achieved, the suspended gray-white light spot suddenly lit up.

It seemed to sense that order and chaos had reached a balance within Ian's soul, sensed the collapsing simplistic star core, and also sensed... the panel.

Inside the gray-white light spot, an extremely faint consciousness slowly awakened.

It has been here since the chaos began to differentiate, waiting for a container that can simultaneously contain both order and chaos to appear.

It waited for countless years, until the Star Ruins became ruins, until countless intruders were drained in the vacuum of rules, until the Abyss was born, until the wizard civilization went from its infancy to its peak.

Finally, it got what it had been waiting for.

The wave of consciousness swept across Ian's mental sea, across the Sun and Moon dual cores, and then it touched that pure golden light of order.

The grayish-white light emitted a whisper, and this time, Ian understood.

"...The first seed of order..."

Ian's consciousness trembled violently. His panel was actually the Seed of Order, which was born at the beginning of the chaos.

It wasn't the white dot of light that Ald had previously speculated about, but something much older and more primordial.

When chaos differentiated, two seeds were born simultaneously: one was order, and the other was chaos.

The Seed of Chaos evolved into countless chaotic entities, including the Abyss and the Void Zerg.

The Seed of Order, for reasons unknown, split apart, with the largest part transforming into a pure light of order.

When he crossed over into this world and his soul merged with it, it became his greatest reliance.

But he has only been in this world for less than thirty years!

The remaining will did not answer his question, but only let out a soft sigh.

"...Chaos will surely return..."

The grayish-white light suddenly exploded, and countless grayish-white light spots surged out from the rice-grain-sized core. Each one was only the size of a pinhead, yet it was purer than any star.

Points of light surged into Ian's mental sea like a torrent, merging into his soul particles and into the collapsing stellar core.

With each point of light that merges in, the double helix pattern on the surface of the star core brightens a little more, and his soul solidifies a little more.

As the last speck of light merged into his body, Ian's vision blurred, and his consciousness returned to his body.

He opened his eyes, and the vacuum of rules began to dissipate, the gray fog dissipating.

Everything is different now. That ever-present sense of detachment has disappeared, replaced by an indescribable intimacy.

The original point has disappeared; it has completed its mission.

Ian raised his head, his gaze piercing through the dissipating gray mist, through the starry ruins, and through the void.

Something is rising in the void.

Meanwhile, at the edge of Star Ruins.

Gaga squatted on a floating fragment of the continent, its dark gold feathers shimmering in the gray mist.

After Ian left, it relentlessly pestered Azshara to open the passage, secretly following along a faint sense within its soul.

A pair of silver eyes stared straight into the depths of the gray fog, unblinking.

Ian has been inside for several days. The fluctuations in the soul contract are sometimes clear and sometimes weak, but they have never broken.

Gaga tucked its head under its wings, leaving only its eyes showing, and continued to stare at the gray mist.

Suddenly, a wave I had never felt before emanated from the deepest part of the gray fog.

Feathers bristled, and its silver eyes suddenly shone brightest, its rules of order and shadow issuing a frantic warning.

"Ian..." Gaga's voice trembled slightly, "What...what did you do in there?"

As soon as it finished speaking, an enormous gray-white star shot into the sky from the depths of the gray fog.