Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Chapter 120 Frost Ray

The area where Ian's Stone House is located was originally just an inconspicuous corner on the outskirts of the stronghold.

But just as the eighty-one will runes in his mental sea were arrayed and his mental power was completely liquefied.

boom!

An invisible, vast wave suddenly spread out from the stone house!

It was not sound, nor an energy explosion, but some kind of deeper "resonance of rules".

The flow of magic throughout the entire stronghold suddenly became chaotic.

All the wizards and apprentices who were meditating, casting spells, or concocting potions felt a jolt in their spiritual sea.

"What's going on?!"

"My meditation session has been interrupted!"

"The magic is raging!"

The crowd that was trading and talking in the central square fell silent instantly, and everyone looked in the direction from which the fluctuation came with suspicion and uncertainty.

"This is... the rule has arrived?!"

A seasoned first-level wizard's expression changed drastically. "Someone is attempting to become a full-fledged wizard?!"

"No! How can the fluctuations from the arrival of the rules be so strong?!" Another peak-level wizard exclaimed in astonishment.

"When I was promoted, the ripples in the rules I caused only covered a range of two hundred meters—this fluctuation has almost enveloped the entire perimeter of the stronghold!"

Inside the rock fortress, those auras that made the apprentices' souls tremble almost simultaneously "awakened".

"Someone has been promoted to a formal wizard within the stronghold—and the resulting anomalies are unusual." An aged and dignified voice echoed from the depths of the fortress.

"Judging from these fluctuations, the potential is indeed considerable." Another cold female voice said with a hint of surprise.

"Find out who it is." The third voice was concise and forceful.

The apprentices in the square outside the fortress were in an uproar.

"Who's getting promoted? Such a terrifying commotion!"

"He must be a direct descendant of some powerful faction, or a genius who has been formally accepted as a disciple by a wizard!"

"I heard that Ms. Mira from 'Dreamweaver's Hut' has already reached the threshold. Could it be her?"

"It doesn't seem like the direction the fluctuation came from; it's from the outer stone house area."

At the edge of the crowd, Robert Firewood stared blankly in the direction from which the ripples were coming.

He vaguely remembered that Ian's stone house was in that area.

"Could it be—" An incredulous thought flashed through his mind, but he immediately shook his head. "Impossible—how long has he only been a senior apprentice?"

But the direction faintly emanating from that fluctuation caused a certain thought to keep growing in his mind.

Not far away, Mira Dreamweaver stood quietly, her deep purple eyes gazing in the direction of the stone house, her fingertips unconsciously stroking her staff.

"The intensity of the rule's arrival far exceeds that of ordinary people—I'm so envious!" she murmured to herself, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.

Although she was confident of promotion, compared to such a terrifying foundation—

Inside the stone house.

Ian was completely unaware of the tremors caused by the outside world.

His entire being was immersed in the profound realization of the arrival of the rules.

Two conflicting magical models began to be frantically dismantled and reassembled in Ian's mind.

The "focusing" and "sunburning" structure of the [Burning Rays], and the "twin" and "deeply knotted" network of the [Secondary Frost Rays] —

Which nodes can be shared?

Which paths need to be adjusted?

How does the conflict point of energy opposition transform into resonance amplification?

With the support of the power of the rules, all these problems seemed to be cleared away by an invisible hand.

The essential parts of the two models were extracted and merged, and redundant structures were simplified and removed.

Finally, a brand new, exquisitely complex composite model was born at the center of the Will Rune array!

It radiates a pale purple glow, blending ice blue and bright white, with a touch of gold and red at the center and faint frost patterns flowing around the edges.

The moment it took shape, Ian understood its name and characteristics.

Tier 1 Talent Sorcery: [Frost Ray]!

【Frost Ray: Mastery (517/3200)】

It possesses both the extreme cold and freezing erosion of the [Secondary Frost Ray] and the scorching purification and terrifying penetration of the [Burning Ray].

The emitted rays can be either a single, deep blue frost ray or a bright white, scorching ray.

Even more so—it could be a pale purple [Frostbite Ray]!

When the forces of ice and fire reach a perfect balance in the ray, it will possess both the dual properties of "freezing" and "incineration".

Upon hitting the target, the outer layer instantly freezes and becomes brittle, while the interior is ignited by the high temperature, creating a terrifying internal destructive force through the interplay of ice and fire!

The purification effect of [Yangyan] and the structural disintegration of [Shenjie] are perfectly inherited and integrated under the reinforcement of the rules.

No incantation needed, instant cast!

It consumes very little energy, only one-fifth of the energy of a single ray!

Its power has increased dramatically, officially crossing the threshold of first-order sorcery, and far exceeding it!

"It's done—"

Ian slowly opened his eyes, a flash of purple light that disappeared in an instant.

He felt the immense power within his body, the liquefied spiritual energy flowing slowly in his spiritual sea, and the array of eighty-one will runes operating steadily, with the pale purple runes shining brightly in the center.

The physical body is further tempered during the advancement process, and its strength, endurance, and recovery ability are enhanced once again.

A fully-fledged wizard!

After escaping life-or-death situations, engaging in countless battles, and practicing diligently day and night, he finally crossed this threshold.

From this day forward, he will no longer be an apprentice at the mercy of others.

He is a true first-class wizard with his own innate magical talents!

Ian stood up, stretched his body, and his own energy field surrounded him, causing his bones to make a slight popping sound.

He looked out the window. The outpost was still bustling, but in his perception, the world was completely different.

The flow of magic in the air was clearly visible, the hushed conversations of the apprentices in the distance seemed to be right next to one's ears, and even the slightest tremors of the ground beneath one's feet could be felt.

"This is the world of formal wizards—"

He murmured to himself, floating in mid-air, his eyes showing no ecstasy, only tranquility.

The road ahead is still long.

But he has already taken that first step steadily.

Next, it's time to digest Sterling's legacy, practice the "Molten Thirteen-Ring Arcane Technique," and attempt to craft the "Heart of Lava" potion.

Before that, Ian looked at the Demon Hunter Jade Token.

Upon promotion to a full-fledged wizard, the merit exchange list will be updated again.

Perhaps he needs something there.

He pushed open the door and walked towards the central fortress.

Outside the stone house, many apprentices were still gathered nearby, whispering about the strange phenomenon that had just occurred.

When Ian walked out, all eyes immediately focused on him.

He wore an ordinary gray robe and exuded a restrained aura.

But the faint silver light and iridescent afterglow in the depths of those calm eyes, along with the natural force field pressure emanating from his body that belonged to a formal wizard, sent a chill down the spines of all the apprentices.

"It's him—"

"The one who just got promoted—that seems to be a potion master?!"

"I remember him; he used to do cleaning work on the outskirts, he was very inconspicuous—"

"He actually advanced to a full-fledged wizard without anyone saying a word?!"

Ian ignored the whispers around him and headed straight for the central fortress.

Along the way, all the apprentices subconsciously made way, their eyes filled with awe, envy, jealousy—a complex mix of emotions.

Robert stood at the edge of the crowd, watching Ian's retreating figure. He opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He simply clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with even stronger fighting spirit.

The guards at the fortress entrance, seeing Ian approach and sensing the formal wizard aura emanating from him, immediately bowed in respect.

"Sir, please come in."

Ian nodded slightly and stepped into the fortress.