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Inside the valley, Haina's scarlet vertical pupils suddenly widened.

The tentacles on its chin danced excitedly, and the suckers hissed rapidly.

"They're here...they're really here!"

The otherworldly fluctuation was so clear; it was hovering just ten kilometers outside the valley.

It lacked the coldness of the Zerg and the greed of the Hive; instead, it possessed an unfamiliar aura imbued with order and rules.

"A lone, powerful being from another world, at least level four!"

Haina's heart pounded, and the aura of psionic energy on his body fluctuated violently. He immediately adjusted his psionic frequency and increased the intensity of his distress signal to the maximum.

At the same time, he transformed his mental energy into a gentle guiding thread, slowly extending it toward that wave.

The posture should be humble, the tone desperate, and the Esok people should be portrayed as "victims" ravaged by the Zerg.

Once the other party lowered their guard and entered the valley, a cruel glint flashed in the depths of Haina's scarlet vertical pupils.

A dozen tentacles began to secrete pale purple psionic toxins, preparing to take control of this "prey" that had come to them.

Control and devour his soul to replenish his psionic energy, seize his body, and use it as a new vessel for his arrival!

"Come, come and save us poor souls..."

Haina's thoughts traveled along the psionic threads, filled with sorrow and despair, and he had even rehearsed the next part of the story in his mind.

First, they kneel down and weep, recounting the atrocities committed by the Zerg and showing the tragic state of their people.

Then guide the enemy to a safe location, set up an ambush along the way, and finally take them down in one fell swoop.

"Hehe." Haina's lips parted, revealing several rows of sharp teeth, and his tentacles trembled with excitement.

However, after waiting for a long time, the ripple outside the valley did not enter the valley as he had guided it.

Instead, it stopped, right at the entrance to the valley, in the shadow of the ruins ten kilometers away.

Haina's heart sank. "I've been discovered? Impossible, my disguise could even deceive the world's will..."

He was just about to adjust his strategy and increase his "distress appeals".

The next second, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows, wearing a dark gray robe, with black hair and black eyes, and a calm, almost indifferent expression.

Ian stood on the ruins, his gaze falling on Haina inside the wooden house.

There was no curiosity, no pity in his eyes, only a cold, condescending gaze, as if he were looking at a specimen about to be dissected.

Haina froze. Something was wrong. That look and that aura... were so similar to his own when he wasn't pretending.

This is not a "rescuer" who has strayed into this place, but a hunter!

"I have come to this world out of kindness to help you." Ian's voice was very soft, and it rang out directly in Haina's consciousness.

"But why... do you harbor such malice towards me?"

The moment the words fell, the domain of rules unfolded, and the air above the valley suddenly froze.

The air stopped moving, dust particles froze in mid-air, and even light began to bend.

An invisible, vast force, like a giant bowl turned upside down, completely enveloped the entire valley!

Hainer abruptly stood up, his scarlet vertical pupils flashing with a mixture of shock and rage. He wanted to mobilize his spiritual energy to fight back, to unleash his talent to retaliate...

But he couldn't do it.

The surrounding air was thick and viscous, like iron, and my body felt as if it were bound tightly by countless invisible chains, unable to move even a single tentacle.

What terrified him even more was that the flow of spiritual energy within his body was forcibly interrupted!

"What... what kind of power is this?!" Haina's heart was filled with shock and disbelief.

He is a Level 4 Summoner, and his psionic body is already half-energy-based, so ordinary binding methods are completely ineffective against him.

In their understanding, anyone who touches upon the existence of rules has another title: Lord of the World.

But at this moment, this person's power forcibly interrupted his spiritual energy circulation.

Sealing off space, distorting gravity, and suppressing the flow of energy—this is something no ordinary world lord could do.

Hainer stared in horror at Ian outside the valley, who remained standing there without even blinking.

She simply looked at him calmly, as if he were an insect trapped in a glass bottle.

"Who...who are you?!" Haina's thoughts forced out, filled with barely concealed fear.

"Why are you attacking us? We're just being persecuted by the Zerg..."

"Alright, stop acting."

Ian's eyes were cold. He took a step and instantly appeared in front of the cabin door.

"I could smell the viciousness and greed in your distress signal even from hundreds of miles away."

Ian raised his hand and gently tapped the door, and the wooden door shattered silently, revealing Hainer frozen in place.

"You...you're a companion of that tree root?!"

Haina finally recognized a similar scent of rules to the World Tree in Ian's aura.

Ian stepped into the cabin, his gaze sweeping over the dried skull on the altar in the corner, its surface still bearing traces of consciousness and soul.

"Judging by your disgusting appearance, you can't be anything good."

With a slight thought, the power of the domain increased once again, and instantly, Haina's thoughts froze and his eyes became dull.

A golden thread gently burrowed into Haina's body.

"Ugh!" Haina let out a shrill scream. His psychic energy was forcibly purified and dissolved, causing the mental fog on his face to completely dissipate, revealing a twisted and terrifying face.

His crimson vertical pupils stared intently at Ian, and his tentacles began to secrete pale purple venom.

But as soon as the venom seeped out, it was forcibly suppressed and evaporated by the solidified force field of the surrounding rules, and it couldn't even get within half a meter of Ian.

"We...we were forced!" Haina's thoughts were filled with grievance and indignation.

"The Zerg have invaded, our homes have been destroyed, we are just trying to survive."

"For survival?" Ian suddenly laughed.

He raised his left hand, and a golden light appeared in his palm, from which countless tiny fragments of souls wailed.

These are the resentments left in the skulls on the Altar of Haina, which Ian forcibly extracted and manifested using the purification rules.

"To survive, they slaughter innocent beings from other worlds? To survive, they devour their souls to strengthen themselves?"

"Good reason, I came to this world... also for survival."

Haina's performance froze completely, a deep fear showing in the depths of her vertical pupils; the other party had not come to rescue her at all.

"What...what do you want?" Haina's mind began to tremble.

"Tell me, what is the nature of your kind of talent?" Ian said calmly.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Haina stubbornly denied it, her tentacles struggling wildly, trying to break free from the gravitational pull.

But in response, Ian gave him a gentle handshake.

Crack! A tentacle on Haina's chin exploded without warning, spraying purple psionic blood, but it was bound in mid-air by the gravitational field and could not fall to the ground.

"Ah!" Haina's mind let out a shrill scream.

The psychic body has no pain receptors, but the tearing sensation at the soul level is ten times more intense than physical pain!

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" Haina completely broke down.

He trembled as he intermittently conveyed the principles of the Esok people's "Summoner" talent, which, of course, was mixed with a great deal of lies and embellishment.

The Esok people are portrayed as victims "forced to develop their talents," the sacrificial rituals are described as "a last resort for survival," and the consumption of souls is glorified as "recycling."

Ian listened quietly, his expression unchanged, until Hainer finished speaking and he sighed softly.

"Sigh, I gave you a chance, why did you still lie to me?"

Haina's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to beg for mercy.

Ian raised his right hand, his index finger lightly touching Hainer's forehead, directly on the psionic barrier on the outer layer of his mind.

"Since you won't tell the truth, then I'll see for myself."

A vast, boundless spiritual power surged into his fingertips, piercing deep into Hai Na's spiritual sea.

"No!!!" Haina's mind screamed in despair.

He wanted to rebel, he wanted to self-destruct, he wanted to die together with others...

But it was impossible; the domain locked away every inch of his spiritual energy, making even self-destruction a pipe dream.

He could only watch helplessly as that terrifying mental force brutally tore through his psionic defenses and invaded the deepest part of his soul!

Pain! Indescribable, excruciating pain!

The entire soul felt as if it were being ground down on a millstone, or repeatedly pierced by countless red-hot steel needles.

His crimson vertical pupils began to dilate, his tentacles drooped limply, and the psionic patterns on the surface of his gray body flickered wildly.

With his eyes closed, Ian's mental energy rapidly traversed through Haina's memories.

Skip over the hypocritical victim narratives and the glorified sacrificial rituals, and get straight to the core truth.

The Exoks were not forced into it; they chose the path of the Void Hunters on their own initiative!

Tens of thousands of years ago, the world will of the world of Esok fell into slumber.

Some people suddenly had some kind of fragmented runes appear in their minds, gaining the heaven-defying talent of bypassing the world's barriers.

From then on, they became ghosts wandering in the void, specifically seeking out weak worlds with imperfect rules.

Through the rifts in space and time, they cast spiritual whispers, bewitching living beings and creating chaos. When enough souls are sacrificed, they traverse the rifts and descend in their true forms.

To pollute the entire world with psychic energy, devour all souls, and strengthen oneself.

As for the worlds they "visited," they all met the same fate: to wither away completely and turn into dust in the void.

"As expected, just a bunch of parasites." Ian opened his eyes, a cold glint in them.

He withdrew his finger; Hainer was already on the ground, his scarlet vertical pupils dull and lifeless, his tentacles twitching weakly.

Their souls were forcibly plundered, and even if they didn't die, they became idiots.

But what Ian wanted most was still not in his hands; the most crucial information remained deep within the Sea of ​​the Mind.

He probed his mental energy again, this time targeting the flowing, misty rune.

In the center of the ocean of consciousness, a silvery-white crystal floats quietly, without a fixed shape, like a constantly changing cloud.

A faint light shimmered on its surface, and countless tiny "eyes" could be vaguely seen inside. Although those eyes were closed at the moment, they exuded a strange aura of concealment.

The moment Ian's consciousness approached, the runes instantly changed color.

It turned from silvery-white to transparent, blending into the surrounding spiritual sea background and disappearing.

If Ian hadn't known beforehand that there was a rune there, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

"Disguise...concealment..."

Ian's mind stirred, and his mental energy transformed into the finest net, quietly enveloping that area.

[Fragments of dimensional concealment detected, collecting and comparing...]

[Source: Fragments of the subconscious separated in the current universe]

[Rank: Cosmic Level (Incomplete)]

[Function: Shields the perception of the world's will, disguises fluctuations in world rules, and bypasses world barriers and restrictions]

[Note: The current world's dimensions are offset from the Wizarding World's prime plane by approximately 37.6 standard degrees.]

[Rule Difference: 12.3% (Gravity rule strengthened by 4.7%, Thermal rule weakened by 3.1%, Purification rule unchanged, Time rule distorted by 0.9%, other rules slightly shifted)]

[Judgment: Still a peripheral plane on the edge of the Wizarding World community, but the rules have undergone regional changes]

The data stream refreshed like a waterfall, and Ian processed the information, his mind reeling with shock.

"Fragments of the cosmic subconscious...blind spots of the world's will..."

He finally understood why the Summoners could act so recklessly.

The will of any world, upon perceiving them, will subconsciously think: "This is part of this world."

Just like how people don't feel hostile towards the bacteria in their bodies.

The world's will is the same, tacitly accepting that these fragments are derivatives of its own rules, and makes no defenses against them!

"No wonder the world of Exoc is so close to the wizarding world, yet it has managed to remain hidden until now..."

A realization flashed in Ian's eyes.

With the protection of cosmic-level subconscious fragments, the world of Exoc is essentially invisible to the perception of the world's will.

Unless it's a chaotic faction like the Zerg or the Abyss, completely disregarding rules and devouring things solely on instinct.

Otherwise, they would never have been discovered.

Ian's gaze returned to the hidden rune: "This rune is probably a partial manifestation of the will of the Exoc world."

A severe blow to the dormant world will, the unconscious exposure of rules, endowed the Esok people with this extraordinary talent.

"Ignorance is terrifying. They actually think that apart from the Abyss and the Zerg, there is no other world that can rival them."

Without further hesitation, Ian transformed his mental energy into a sharp dagger and stabbed fiercely at the rune.

The runes trembled violently, their surface eyes all opened, and countless invisible mental shocks surged wildly toward Ian's consciousness.

Ian was prepared, and golden purification rules surged forth like a tide!

Sizzle! The mental shock collided with the purification rules, melting away instantly like snow meeting the blazing sun.

One by one, the eyes on the surface of the rune dimmed, until finally, the entire rune reappeared.

It turned into a cloud of silvery-white mist, floating silently.

The spiritual energy materialized into a physical hand, gently grasping the rune. The touch was icy cold, like holding a mass of flowing mercury.

"This is it..." A burning light flashed in Ian's eyes.

With this rune, his [Phase Soul Weaving] will undergo a qualitative change!

He looked around, and with a slight thought, the gravitational field began to shrink.

The area that originally covered the entire valley began to shrink rapidly.

Ten kilometers, five kilometers, three kilometers... The air, dust, light, and even the bodies of the Esok people in the valley were all forcibly compressed!

The domain transformed into an invisible giant hand, which gently squeezed and compressed the entire valley into a gray bead.

The surface of the bead is as smooth as a mirror, and countless tiny fragments are spinning inside. These are the remnants of matter and soul that have been forcibly compressed.

Ian glanced at it, and the gray bead shattered silently, dissipating into the air. This Esok stronghold was completely wiped from the world.

Having done all this, he vanished into the ground in a flash.

Gravity paved the way beneath his feet, and rocks and soil parted to the sides like flowing water, until he finally stopped at a depth of 500 meters.

With a wave of his hand, a spherical space with a diameter of ten meters was created, its four walls smooth and as hard as an alloy.

Ian sat cross-legged in the center of the space, holding the silvery-white, misty rune in his palm.

"Fragments of the cosmic subconscious, concealed in dimensions, what if we were to fuse them with the [Phase Weaving Soul Technique]..."

An idea gradually took shape in Ian's mind.

The essence of the 【Phase Weaving Soul Technique】is to establish a connection through the Abyss Altar, "weave" a soul projection in another world, grow synchronously, and receive feedback and insights.

However, this process has too many limitations. It requires building a complete abyss altar, signing a contract with intelligent life from another world, and paying the contract rewards.

Most importantly, the existence of projections is easily detected by the world's will, and once they are judged as intruders, they will be suppressed or even eliminated by the rules.

Just like he had to be careful in both the continent of Alan and the world of Xuanhuang.

However, if one can use fragments of the cosmic subconscious as an "outer shell" to envelop the soul projection of the [Phase Weaving Soul Technique] within it.

Therefore, when a projection enters another world, it will be regarded by the world's will as a "derivative of the local rules" and will be completely unguarded!

"That's not all..." Ian's eyes grew brighter and brighter, "The projection will have the function of 'real body descending'."

What does this mean? It means that he no longer needs to build complex teleportation arrays, and no longer needs to endure the rejection of the world's rules.

By paying a certain price, one can directly descend into any world in their true form!

"No... there might be a price to pay." Ian calmed down.

The method of sacrificing large numbers of souls or the very essence of the world clashes somewhat with his path to order.

Moreover, given his current strength, there are many worlds where he still dares not descend in his true form, as the risk is too high.

"But if it's a projection, this risk can be perfectly avoided."

Ian refocused his attention; this rune was almost a perfect match for [Phase Weaving]!

"We can give it a try." Ian no longer hesitated, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into his mental sea.

Within the spiritual sea, the silver crystal of the [Phase Weaving Soul Technique] floated silently.

Ian probed into it with his consciousness, concerning the weaving of soul projections, the construction of contracts, and the maintenance of phase channels.

He had already thoroughly grasped this knowledge, and it was rapidly being reorganized in his mind. At the same time, he also introduced the silvery-white mist-like rune into his spiritual sea.

The runes started changing automatically as soon as they entered.

Like a living mist, it tries to blend into its surroundings and hide itself.

But Ian's mental sea had already solidified the surroundings into an iron plate, leaving the runes nowhere to hide, so they could only float next to the silver crystal.

"Begin fusion." With a thought, Ian caused the silver crystal and misty runes to slowly approach each other.

The moment the two made contact, the mental sea trembled violently!

The silver crystals began to flicker wildly, as if injected with an overload of energy, while the misty runes began to twist and deform, and the "eyes" on their surface opened and closed intermittently.

"Panel, help me!" Ian whispered to himself.

At the edge of the field of vision, the panel vibrates silently.

Pale golden light surged from the depths of the panel, transforming into countless fine chains that forcibly pulled them closer and made them fit together!

Sizzle! Two completely different rules begin to collide, rub against each other, and merge.

The silver crystals represent the phase technology of the "Soulweaver Civilization," while the misty runes represent the dimensional concealment of the "Cosmic Subconscious."

The two are fundamentally different, yet they possess a strange complementarity.

The chain on the panel acts like the most precise welding tool, guiding the fusion of rules little by little at the edge where the two meet.

Time ticked by, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Ian's forehead as his mental energy rapidly depleted.

This kind of rule-based integration is more difficult than imagined.

A slight misstep could lead to a conflict with the rules, resulting in damage to one's mental state.

But the panel's assistance gave him the confidence to try.

A day later, the silver crystals and misty runes finally completed their initial fusion.

The surface of the crystal has an additional layer of translucent, hazy luster, while the interior has some flowing, pupil-shaped fine lines.

The two no longer repel each other, but instead form a completely new and stable structure, like a silver star embedded in the mist.

Ian slowly opened his eyes, and a new stream of information appeared.

[Multiverse Projection Descent Technique: Incomplete]

[Level: Unknown (World-class Rule-based Mystic Art)]

[Core: Fragments of the Current Universe's Subconscious]

[Effect 1: Multiverse Projection (No Consumption), relying on the subconscious of the universe to disguise oneself, transforming into an invisible phantom of rules, ignoring the perception of the world's will, capable of probing, whispering, and possessing low-intelligence creatures, without any dimensional rejection.]

[Effect 2: True Form Descends (Triggered by Sacrifice), burning the source/soul fragments/plane core as a catalyst to activate the ultimate authority of the runes, forcibly crossing the plane barrier, the true form descends regardless of the rules, exempt from the suppression of the world's will]

[Note: This technique originates from the blind spot of world consciousness, using the subconscious as a channel; it is a forbidden technique that exists outside the rules of the heavens.]

"Forbidden techniques?" Ian's eyes narrowed slightly.

The panel never displays nonsense, so it seems that with the true form descending, it's best to use it sparingly in the future.