Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

The news somehow leaked out.

It was like pouring a ladle of cold water into a pot of boiling oil; the entire tower exploded.

"Did you hear? They actually caught it! The Twilight Eye bug!"

"Three! One of them is from the patrol team!"

"My God... what are they trying to do?!"

"Those flyers from before...were they real?!"

"It must be true! There's no smoke without fire! There really is something lurking in the shadows!"

"Shh... Keep your voice down, are you out of your mind?!"

The rumors are no longer just rumors; they have been corroborated by evidence.

The panic did not escalate; instead, it transformed into a more restless and suspicious state of mind.

People looked at each other with more scrutiny, as if everyone was a bad guy.

Wizards of the Shadow faction, in particular, can feel a subtle, ever-present gaze wherever they go.

Those who used to scoff at it are now silent.

Those who were initially skeptical are now starting to feel fear.

Those who already firmly believed it felt a chill of "I knew it!"

Rumors spread very quickly.

"Hey, did you hear? Wizard Julian has been dismissed!"

"Which Julian? The one from the Shadow faction?"

"Who else could it be? This morning, the enforcement team went straight into his office, sealed off everything, and took him away on the spot!"

"My God, that's a Level Two Crystal Wizard... then he..."

"He's gone. Someone saw him being taken to the solitary confinement cell at the bottom of the tower, and he never came out again."

The news spread like wildfire, engulfing every corner of the tower.

In the dining hall, the wizard apprentices whispered amongst themselves, their voices low and their eyes wide.

"I knew it! That night, before Grey Falcon died, he must have wanted to identify him!"

"Julian is definitely involved in the Twilight Eye incident!"

"The tower master personally ordered the investigation; how could it be fake?"

"No wonder he acted so quickly, eliminating the Gray Falcon in one fell swoop..."

"Tsk, the Shadow faction has really lost face this time."

Shadow wizards walk with their heads down, as if they want to pull their hoods down to cover their faces.

What used to be subtle, almost imperceptible observations have now turned into blatant scrutiny and avoidance.

People from other factions would instinctively glance at the Shadow Wizard a few more times and subtly keep their distance.

The enforcement team and the Tower Master's office worked together to uncover several more of Twilight Eye's moles.

An apprentice doing odd jobs in the rune lab, a level one wizard assistant in charge of purchasing supplies for the outer tower area, and... surprisingly, a recorder in the medical department.

Dominoes, secret letters, forbidden handwritten copies—the evidence was slammed onto the table, and the person was taken away on the spot.

The storm that had raged around Shadowmoon Tower for half a month has finally begun to subside.

The tension in the air dissipated, people walked less hurriedly, and spoke louder.

But some things have changed.

The Shadow faction suffered a severe blow, and its prestige plummeted.

Julian's office was sealed off, and those who used to follow him were either transferred or marginalized.

Tower owner Morton didn't say much, only issuing a brief announcement.

Effective immediately, the position of Dean of the Shadow Department is temporarily suspended until a new dean is appointed.

Once the announcement was released, everyone with a discerning eye understood.

Ian sat in the alchemy room of his residence, listened to the news that Gaga brought back from outside, and softly hummed in agreement.

Julian is gone?

"It's gone, completely gone." Gaga stood on the edge of the alchemy platform, his little eyes gleaming with a sly light.

"Some say he was imprisoned in the dark dungeon at the bottom of the tower, some say he was secretly executed, and some say... he escaped."

"They ran away?" Ian's hands didn't stop as he carefully sealed a vial of azure blue medicine.

"Where could he possibly run to under the nose of a third-level archmage?"

"Yeah, right." *Caw* flapped its wings twice. "Anyway, there won't be any more people like this, that's great!"

"Has there been any unusual activity at the library I've been keeping an eye on?"

Gaga tilted her little head. "It's strange. There's nothing unusual about it. I've sneaked in many times and never found any trace of a first-level wizard."

Ian's face darkened. "No?"

This was actually the worst news, and he had asked Malena about it as well.

The other party had never heard of a first-level wizard presiding over an apprentice-level library.

"Hmph! You have plenty of time; you'll eventually slip up."

He instructed Gaga not to be careless, as there might be some secrets he was unaware of.

After saying that, he put the sealed Starshine Potion into a special box and stored it in his dimensional ring.

The matter of "Twilight Eyes" has come to a conclusion.

He had just returned to the tower when Julian stared at him, Grey Falcon stared at him, and Twilight's Eye stared at him...

Now, all those eyes are closed.

It's closed, at least for now.

He can also gradually learn various advanced knowledge and improve his level.

Days passed by, as calm as a deep pool of water.

Ian's life became more regular.

Night had fallen, and most of the Shadowmoon Tower was silent, with only a few scattered magical lights flickering.

Ian's alchemy and meditation room was closed, with only a dim moonstone lamp lit in the corner.

He sat cross-legged on the meditation mat, having removed his outer robe and wearing only a dark brown linen casual suit.

Close your eyes, concentrate, adjust your breathing, and let your mind slowly settle.

The air was filled with a faint, fresh scent of grass and trees, which helped him get into the zone more quickly.

"Alright, let's begin."

He silently recited the mantra in his mind, his spirit slowly sinking into his sea of ​​consciousness.

hum!

In the originally dark and quiet spiritual world, eighty-one runes of will seemed to be lit up at the same time.

He silently recited the mantra in his mind, his spirit slowly sinking into his sea of ​​consciousness.

hum!

In the originally dark and quiet spiritual world, eighty-one runes of will seemed to be lit up at the same time.

It emits a cool, star-like silvery-white light.

These lights were not static, but rather began to slowly rotate and align themselves according to some ancient and mysterious trajectory...

Ultimately, a miniature, boundless starry sky was constructed in his mind.

If one cultivates to the first level and the star map is initially formed, it can greatly improve the efficiency of mental energy condensation.

He could clearly feel that his mental boundaries, like a sponge soaked in warm water, were slowly expanding outwards.

A cool and pure energy comes from the outside world.

More accurately, it is the invisible stellar power from the real starry sky above.

Guided by the star chart, it penetrates the physical body and seeps into the spiritual world, merging with the rotating starlight.

This is the daily training of the [Starry Sky Festival], orderly and peaceful, with each breath accumulating, slowly but firmly propelling the growth of spiritual power.

However, for Ian, that's not all.

As the starscape entered a stable rhythm, deep within his spiritual sea, in a corner he had almost deliberately forgotten...

That silent mark, faintly revealing an ominous hue, is the [Abyss Soul Contract].

Suddenly... it moved.

Like a sleeping serpent disturbed, or like greedy tentacles catching a whiff of delicious food.

Ian felt a slight chill, but he didn't panic.

This has happened many times since he switched his meditation method.

He could "sense" that the soul contract mark was attracted by the "rule fluctuations" emitted when the Starry Sky Ritual was in operation, and was eager to move.

Sure enough, with his tacit approval, a faint, almost imperceptible "connection" silently spread from the soul contract mark.

Like the finest spider silk, it pierced through the barriers of his mental sea and plunged into the depths of the boundless void.

Ultimately, it connects to a cold, chaotic source filled with endless malice.

Will of the Abyss!

The panel started displaying a series of subtitles:

"Link established."

"The infiltration of will begins."

Pollution intensity: Level 2.

……

A series of cold, audible prompts, only he could "hear," appeared directly in his consciousness.

The next moment, something unexpected happened!

A chaotic, viscous "thing" mixed with countless frantic roars and distortions surged in along the invisible connecting threads!

That wasn't conventional magic or spiritual power; it was more like the most primal and chaotic "spiritual origin."

It is full of corrosive and degenerate qualities.

If it were any other wizard, even a trace of it could cause them to lose their mind and have their soul corrupted.

But Ian has a panel.

At the very moment that chaotic energy surged in, a silvery-white vortex appeared out of thin air in the center of the mind's sea, silently.

Yet it carries an undeniable power of "order".

The vortex is small, but it rotates extremely fast, like the most precise filter or the most efficient furnace.

The surging, chaotic dark purple energy crashed headlong into the silver vortex.

zizi...

In the silent dissolution, all the mad thoughts, twisted desires, demonic whispers, and bizarre illusions...

All "impurities" belonging to the abyss are like ice and snow thrown into a raging fire, instantly evaporated, stripped away, and purified completely.

The process was so fast that Ian barely felt anything.

The silver vortex quietly dissipated.

What remained was a wisp of pale silver, gentle as water energy, radiating pure spiritual energy.

And... a tiny, almost negligible, fragmented piece of rule information.

The purified energy automatically flows into the rotating star chart, becoming part of the amplified starlight.

Ian could clearly feel that his total mental energy had increased slightly as a result.

There really was only a trace.

That was the result of his half-hour of focused meditation.

But the key point is, this was free!

It's a risk-free business! Plus, it's safe and has no side effects!