Wizard: My Skills Can Infinitely Break Through

Ian’s expression had already darkened.

The contamination within Titus had only remained dormant for three months.

It had clearly been suppressed before, yet it erupted just after Edmund was put down.

’Is this a coincidence? Or...’ He glanced at Gaga on his shoulder.

The little creature’s silver-gray eyes were also filled with solemnity.

"Ian, could it be that old geezer... pulling strings in secret?"

Ian didn’t answer.

He turned and walked toward the bedroom door, the hem of his dark gray long robe sweeping across the floor and kicking up fine dust.

"We’ll know once we take a look."

The moment he pushed the door open, he suddenly stopped.

’The Abyssal contamination in Titus’s mind has already developed a degree of sentience... and it’s Level Four Contamination.’

It likely possessed the instincts to lie dormant, camouflage itself, and counterattack at an opportune moment, just like a living creature.

’Did the Purification over the past three months trigger its instinct to fight back, or... is someone making a move behind the scenes?’

The most important step in purifying Abyssal contamination is to first sever its Spiritual Link.

Ian’s pupils constricted at the thought.

’The Spiritual Link of Titus’s contamination, and the Pollution Source within Edmund... they should both be in the Burning Canyon.’

The seed of contamination in Titus’s body had been planted several years ago.

The two came from the same source. If the contamination truly had sentience...

Then the current unrest within Titus was probably not an accident.

But... a form of counterattack or "response."

A response to... some kind of Abyssal contamination matriarch deep within the Burning Canyon?

"This is a bit tricky."

Ian murmured to himself, pushed open the bedroom door, and strode toward the basement.

He needed to bring everything.

The concentrated Purification Potion, the Ancient Abyssal Manuscript, and... those twenty-seven contamination samples.

’This time, it might not be a simple matter of peripheral Purification, but a... direct confrontation.’

Outside Titus’s bedchamber.

Aidele stood in the hallway, the hem of her deep purple long robe stirring without a breeze.

The stone slabs beneath her feet were vibrating slightly.

From within the bedchamber came a low rumble, like a great beast awakening.

The Energy fluctuations caused by a Level Three Peak Wizard losing control were terrifying.

The fluctuations passed through the walls and layers of isolating Barriers, causing the very Earth to resonate.

A faint, dark purple light seeped from under the door.

With every flicker of light, the temperature in the hallway dropped by a degree.

Ice crystals began to form in the air.

On the walls, the ceiling, the floor... a fine layer of frost spread at a visible rate.

Aidele’s palms were cold as she clutched the Crystal Bottle in her hand.

Inside the bottle was the third, concentrated version of the Purification Soul Potion.

Ian had given it to her seven days ago to stabilize the contamination.

For the past seven days, the Potion had been very effective.

The dark purple markings under Titus’s skin faded daily, the change visible to the naked eye.

Even the clan’s Medical Wizards confirmed that the signs of his consciousness returning were becoming more and more apparent.

But just this morning, as the first ray of sunlight streamed into the bedchamber...

Titus’s body had suddenly and violently arched.

As if struck in the spine by an invisible sledgehammer, his entire body shot up from the bed, only to fall back down heavily.

The dark purple markings under his skin instantly erupted with a blinding light.

Those markings began to squirm wildly, like countless awakened vipers, surging madly toward his heart and brain!

This immediately triggered the Sealing Technique laid by Elder Soron. Silvery-white chains materialized from the Void, binding Titus’s limbs and torso tightly.

But it was only a temporary suppression, and now... even that was becoming difficult.

"Miss..."

Naseng hurried over from the top of the stairs, his face grim.

"I’ve already notified Elder Soron and Elder Darcy, those I’m acquainted with, but... I can’t reach them at the moment."

Aidele took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

"You can’t reach them?"

"No," Naseng said, lowering his voice.

"This morning, an urgent military report came from Modan City. There was a large-scale eruption of Abyssal Energy in the direction of the Burning Canyon."

"The entire Eastern Influence has already sent people to suppress it on the front lines. More than half of our clan’s Elders have also gone to the Burning Canyon."

"The rest are in seclusion and cannot be contacted."

Aidele’s eyes turned cold.

’Are they afraid of being tainted by the Abyssal contamination, or... do they have other plans?’

She had no time to ponder it. The fluctuations inside the bedchamber were growing more and more intense.

The light from the silvery-white chains began to dim at a visible rate.

The dark purple markings had already spread to Titus’s neck and were now creeping toward his jaw and behind his ears.

Once the contamination completely invaded the core of his Sea of Spirit, not even a Radiant Moon Wizard could save him.

"Ian..." Aidele tightened her grip on the Crystal Bottle, her nails digging into her palm.

The sharp pain kept her lucid.

’You have to... hurry. You’re the only one I can count on.’

As if in answer to her plea...

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed from the top of the stairs at the end of the hallway.

The hem of a dark gray long robe swept over the steps, stirring a faint breeze.

Ian strode over quickly. The feathers on Gaga, perched on his shoulder, were puffed up, its silver-gray eyes fixed on the bedchamber door.

"Don’t panic. First, tell me about your father’s condition."

His voice was calm, filled with an unhurried confidence.

"The contamination is fighting back. I estimate the seal... won’t last through the night."

Aidele handed him the Crystal Bottle.

"The Potion was working very well for the past seven days, but it suddenly became ineffective this morning."

Ian took the bottle and extended his Spiritual Power into it. The liquid inside was clear, the vortex of Order still spinning.

"The Potion hasn’t lost its effectiveness."

He looked up toward the bedchamber door.

"The Abyssal contamination has... ’upgraded.’"

"Upgraded?"

"Yes." Ian tapped the side of the bottle, and a thread of Purification Starlight seeped into the liquid.

The vortex of Order inside the Potion instantly tripled its speed!

"For the past seven days, the Potion has been purifying the surface-level contamination, but at the same time... it’s also been stimulating the deeper ’Pollution Source.’"

"The Pollution Source has developed a trace of Spiritual awareness and has launched a counterattack to protect itself."

Aidele’s face paled. "Then... what do we do now?"

Ian didn’t answer right away. He walked to the bedchamber door and placed his palm on it.

His Spiritual Power pierced through the wall and the isolating Barrier, probing inside.

The next moment, his pupils contracted sharply.

Inside the bedchamber, Titus’s body was completely covered in dark purple markings.

Those markings were no longer just "markings"; they were beginning to... become three-dimensional.

Like countless tiny tentacles, they burst from beneath his skin, writhing and lashing out in the air.

The surfaces of the tentacles were covered in fine suckers, and every whip-like motion was accompanied by a nauseating, squelching sound.

The silvery-white chains bound these tentacles, but there were too many of them. The chains’ light had dimmed, like a candle flickering in the wind.

And Titus’s face...

The once dignified and composed face of the Clan Leader was now twisted beyond recognition.

His eyes were open, but there was no light in his pupils, only dark purple, constantly spinning vortexes.

His mouth was agape in a silent scream.

With every breath, an inky-black aura seeped from his seven orifices.

It rapidly condensed in the air, forming tiny, wriggling "eggs."

The eggs fell to the floor and instantly hatched into black, flying insects the size of a rice grain.

The insects beat their wings and swarmed the silvery-white chains, using their mouthparts to frantically gnaw at the Runes!

’Level Four Contamination... the manifestation of an Abyssal Rule.’

Ian’s heart tightened. He hastily withdrew his hand, a fine sweat breaking out on his forehead.

He looked at Aidele, his voice resolute.

"Open the door immediately. I’m going in."

Aidele’s pupils shrank.

"Are you sure? I’m still trying to contact Elder Soron..."

"We can’t wait."

Ian cut her off, secretly activating the [Two-Realm Phase Analyzer] in his mind.

The dark silver Witchcraft Tool hovered in his Sea of Spirit, the pure black crystal at its core rotating slightly.

He was preparing in case he ran into real danger, allowing him to immediately escape into Phase Space.

At the same time, he silently deployed the [Space-Time Curvature Field], keeping it within a two-meter radius of his body.

"You don’t realize this seal can only hold for another half hour at most."

"When that time is up, the contamination will erupt completely. This building, this street, even half of the Dongcheng District... will be consumed by the Erosion."

"By then, even if Elder Soron arrives, all he’ll be able to do is... ’cleanse.’"

The word "cleanse" was as cold as a blade.

Aidele shuddered. Of course, she understood what that word meant.

When the contamination spread uncontrollably, the most thorough method was to... erase the contaminated person along with it.

"Open the door."

Aidele gritted her teeth and took out the access key to the Clan Leader’s bedchamber from her clothes.

She pressed the key into a recess on the door. Runes lit up, and the door slid open silently.

In that instant!

An inky-black aura surged from the opening like a bursting dam!

Accompanied by countless tiny, screeching black insects!

Aidele subconsciously took a step back, but Ian had already moved forward.

"Wait for me out here."

After saying this, Ian stepped inside.

Gaga flew up from his shoulder and landed on the doorframe, its silver-gray eyes fixed on the interior.

"Ian, be careful..."

Before it could finish, the bedchamber door slammed shut.

As soon as he entered, Ian’s [Space-Time Curvature Field] silently expanded.

Within two meters, the moment the black insects flew into the Domain, their movements abruptly froze, as if they had been flash-frozen.

The speed of their wing beats slowed to that of stop-motion animation, the frequency of their snapping mouthparts dropping to a visible crawl.

Then, Purification Starlight showered down.

Like snow under a scorching sun, the insects silently melted away, not even leaving behind Ashes.

The inky-black aura slammed into the edge of the Domain, letting out a harsh, corrosive hiss.

But the Domain remained unmoved.

The Gravity Orbit flowed around Ian, twisting space and forcibly "deflecting" and purifying all approaching contaminated Energy.

The two-meter area around the doorway was like a miniature black hole, devouring everything that entered it.

But in his heart, Ian did not feel the slightest bit of relief.

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