Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Chapter 547 The Visiting Envoy of Haori

Moon Goddess Peak, small courtyard.

Gaga squatted on the stone table, looking at the two figures standing opposite him.

Azshara and Serafina.

As soon as Azshara stepped onto the summit, she sensed something different. Her heart felt as if it were being gripped by an invisible giant hand, and the World Tree itself trembled slightly.

A terrifying pressure, unlike that of other true spirits, made her instinctively uneasy.

Chaos! This information was briefly recorded in ancient texts, but no one had ever imagined that one day she would stand before it.

Ian did nothing; he just sat there quietly.

Ordinary mortals would not notice anything amiss, but only those with greater strength could truly understand just how terrifying Ian was.

Wherever he stood, all rules, energy, and light vanished without a trace, as if swallowed by an invisible black hole.

But there was no movement outside; everything was calm and peaceful.

Ian sat quietly on the stone bench, dressed in an ordinary gray robe, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

Without doing anything, she was already breathless, and Serafina next to her was in the same boat, her shock evident on her face.

Azshara had lived for countless years and had never felt this way before, standing before a young man yet feeling like an apprentice meeting his mentor for the first time.

"Ian—you really did it." Azshara said with difficulty.

Ian put down his teacup, nodded, and said, "Mm."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Azshara suddenly smiled, her heart filled with complex emotions.

There was joy for Ian's success, but also an indescribable bitterness.

Serafina stood to the side and exchanged a glance with Azshara. "Congratulations, Your Majesty Marcus."

The voice carried an unreal, dazed quality: The Silver Moon Council—a true spirit wizard has been born!

For over 100,000 years, the Moon Elves have grown from a small elven organization into a powerful wizarding force, yet they have never produced a true spirit wizard.

In recent years, two Radiant Suns have emerged, namely the Holy Tree and myself, which was thought to be the pinnacle of the Silver Moon Council.

Unexpectedly—a young man who had only been a member of the Silvermoon Council for a few years.

The sage tree stepped into that ethereal gate.

The pride in my heart is real, and so is the bitterness.

"We don't need to address each other like that. In private, please continue to call me Ian."

Ian sighed inwardly, pointed to the stone bench opposite him, and said, "Sit."

Azshara took a deep breath and slowly sat down, Serafina following behind her.

Gaga jumped off the stone table, flew to Ian's shoulder, and whispered, "They seem very nervous."

"Yes, a little."

As soon as Azshara sat down on the stone bench, she suddenly noticed that there was another person in the courtyard.

She had black hair and wore a silver dress, and sat on the other side.

Kerrigan looked up, her golden eyes sweeping over her.

Azshara's body stiffened again, and the roots of the World Tree instinctively curled up deep within.

Level 7, yet another Level 7!

It was more radiant than Ian's aura, like a void itself sitting there.

"you----"

"My name is Kerrigan, we've met before," Kerrigan said, introducing herself in a calm tone.

Serafina's breath hitched noticeably, and she thought to herself, "That Ian's Zerg contract creature has actually reached level seven!"

Where did they go, and what incredible opportunity did they obtain?

The Silvermoon Council had dealt with the Zerg, so she naturally knew the name, but she remembered that Kerrigan was a level six Zerg.

"She also managed to break through by sheer luck," Ian explained, "in the tundra world, far away from here."

The tundra world? Azshara's mind raced, but she couldn't find any information about this world, and her curiosity grew stronger.

Ian went to the Abyss, returned as a True Spirit, and brought with him a Level 7 Zerg Overmind.

"Don't look at me like that." Ian picked up his teacup. "That's a path that can't be replicated."

Azshara snapped out of her daze, her expression complex.

"Do you know how many people have come to Silvermoon Highlands during this period?"

How many?

"Dozens of Sun-Shining Wizards, all of whom are heads of major powers."

Azshara sighed softly, "Bron came, Orion made a trip, and even Servia came to inquire in person."

"Servia, that mysterious great prophet?"

Ian wasn't surprised that the native Sun was visiting, but it was a bit of an exaggeration that the Suns from other worlds also received the news so quickly.

It seems he underestimated his own importance at this moment. If anyone knew that the Alliance would have two more Level 7 Overlords, the entire wizarding world would probably go crazy.

Gaga tilted her head: "That big guy who drinks and hammers iron stakes all day is here too?"

"It's him." Azshara chuckled. "When he heard the news, he was incredibly surprised. I heard he locked himself in his room for three days and didn't come out."

Ian blinked; it seemed he had really been provoked. All along, the True Spirit Wizards had held high hopes for Bloom.

"Oriand also came here, and like Bloom, he suffered quite a shock."

"What about Servia?"

"She's the most special," Azshara said softly. "She said she saw countless timelines, all converging into one point, but she could never see them clearly."

Azshara glanced back at Ian, her eyes questioning.

Ian picked up his teacup without explanation. This was the inherent fog of fate within the rules of chaos, preventing anything from prying into his life.

Serafina spoke again, her tone hesitant.

"Ian, after the news of your promotion spread, someone kept whispering a sentence in the shadows."

"What are you saying?"

"You went from apprentice to true spirit in less than thirty years. In the future, you may very well become the fourth Witch Emperor."

The courtyard fell silent instantly, the atmosphere heavy.

The Radiant Sun Wizard wouldn't dare to spread such a message; only certain ulterior motives would dare to do so, perhaps even—

"Just a bunch of field rats, easily crushed," Kerrigan said dismissively.

Ian put down his teacup. "Have you found out who sent it?"

"I don't know." Serafina shook her head. "But the news first came from the Conjuration School. Mephisto didn't deny it and even personally dealt with several mentally deranged wizards."

Gaga angrily muttered, "Ian, someone's trying to flatter you to death!"

Ian was taken aback, glanced at the bristling Gaga, and looked satisfied. The little guy's intelligence was getting higher and higher.

Azshara's expression was grave; all matters involving the True Spirit were extremely dangerous.

Fortunately, I have friends of that caliber myself.

Thinking of this, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling both proud and a little bittersweet.

"Now, everyone should know," Ian glanced at Azshara, "The Marcus family's bloodline leap can't be hidden anymore."

"Tomorrow, I will go to the city center."

Azshara understood that this was a necessary procedure, as three True Spirit Wizards resided in the central city year-round.

"They're here," Ian said softly, looking up at the sky.

As soon as he finished speaking, spatial fluctuations came from outside the courtyard gate.

A middle-aged wizard dressed in a dark blue formal robe appeared at the door.

The robe was embroidered with the emblem of the High Council. Rodney, a newly promoted sixth-level Sun Wizard, was also the highest-ranking envoy of the High Council.

He stood outside the courtyard gate, not entering, his expression extremely respectful, his eyes filled with awe.

"Greetings, Your Majesty Marcus." Rodney bowed deeply.

"Rodney, the special envoy of the High Council, has come on the orders of three True Spirit Wizards to congratulate Your Majesty on your ascension to True Spirit."

Ian didn't say anything, and continued to listen.

"The three True Spirits say," Rodney straightened up, his voice solemn, "that Your Majesty's ascension to True Spirit today is the greatest blessing in the nearly 100,000 years of wizarding civilization."

"The Wizarding World is glorious because of you."

After he finished speaking, he bowed again and said, "The three True Spirits humbly request Your Majesty to come to the Central City for a discussion."

"Many matters, such as the boundaries of civilization, the state of the void, and the heart of the universe, need to be discussed with Your Majesty."

Rodney's words were solemn, each one meticulously crafted, without a single mistake.

"When to depart is entirely up to Your Majesty's arrangement, and I will serve you throughout the journey."

Ian put down his teacup and said casually, "Let's wait until tomorrow."

"I will obey Your Majesty's arrangements." Rodney bowed deeply again and withdrew to the courtyard gate.

Then he just stood there, like a statue, completely still.

Azshara and Serafina locked eyes, their gazes filled with awe; this was the status of a true spirit.

They actually dispatched a level six King as a special envoy.

"When I first came to Silvermoon Highlands, I was a Level 4 Morning Star," Ian suddenly said.

Azshara paused, unsure of Ian's meaning.

"Back then, I was very careful around you, especially when you pulled me into the Emerald Dream, I didn't dare to breathe loudly."

"Yes, the scene is still vivid in my mind. Now, I'm the one who's afraid to even breathe," Azshara sighed.

The two looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter.

Kerrigan stood up from the stone bench. Her golden eyes reflected the sea of ​​clouds.

"Take me with you when we go to the city center tomorrow."

"That's natural."

Gaga jumped onto his shoulder and hurriedly asked, "What about me?"

"Go if you want, your belly will be full of good fortune tomorrow."

"Gah, that's more like it." Gah rubbed against Ian's ear, her heart filled with anticipation.