Wizard: My Skills Can Infinitely Break Through

Fifty meters beneath the Shadow Moon Tower.

A dark vortex in the center of the altar spun slowly, emitting a dread-inducing Abyssal Aura.

Ian’s main body sat cross-legged before the altar, his eyes tightly shut, his breathing long and steady.

Gaga hadn’t come down this time and was probably upstairs playing with the fruitlings or visiting neighbors.

In the Wizard World, only a little over two months had passed.

But for Ian, who experienced the difference in the flow of time between two worlds, over four years had already passed for his projection.

Suddenly!

His whole body shook violently, and his eyes flew open.

Deep within his pupils, a speck of golden light exploded, transforming into countless fine silver threads that frantically spread, intertwined, and reorganized...

”This is...”

A look of pleasant surprise appeared in Ian’s eyes, and his voice held a trace of shock.

A tidal wave of information flooded his Sea of Spirit.

The manifestation of Space-Time Curvature, how mass distribution determines the strength of the Gravity Field, the Energy refraction model of the Gravitational Lens effect, the relationship between the speed of gravitational waves and space-time ripples...

...

It was no longer the vague practical experience and fragmented insights of before.

Instead, it was an understanding of the Rule that was almost fundamental...

Knowledge of the ”ultimate secrets of the ancient astronomical civilization” now poured through him like an open floodgate, furiously scouring Ian’s consciousness.

This knowledge was not presented in the form of words or images, but was closer to a ”conceptual imprint.”

An understanding etched directly into the depths of his Soul.

Just as a person is born knowing to eat when hungry, it doesn’t need to be learned; it’s instinct.

And now, Ian’s understanding of Gravity was undergoing a fundamental leap.

”So that’s how it works... So that’s how it works!!”

He muttered to himself as his hands rose uncontrollably, his fingers tracing rapid patterns in the Void.

With every motion, a faint silver trail lingered in the air.

The trails twisted and spiraled, eventually forming complex, three-dimensional Rune structures.

This was the Witchcraft Model for the [Gravity Collapse Ball].

But right now, the model was rapidly... self-optimizing, undergoing Reorganization, and transforming!

The three core flaws that had once plagued Ian:

The Energy Structure was unstable and tended to spontaneously collapse when compressed to a critical point.

The control precision of the Gravity Field was insufficient, making it difficult to form a true ”Singularity effect.”

The duration was short, and extending it would accelerate the consumption of Spiritual Power.

Now, impacted by the understanding of the Gravity Rule fed back from his projection, these three flaws melted away like snow in the sun.

’The Energy Structure is unstable... because I hadn’t grasped the interplay between the Gravity Field and Space-Time Curvature.’

A feverish excitement lit up Ian’s eyes as the Rune lines traced by his fingertips began to shift.

The once-rigid Energy Nodes were replaced by smoother ”curvature links,” and the entire model shifted from a ”rigid framework” to a ”flexible network.”

’My control over its precision is lacking... because my Perception of mass distribution is too crude.’

The second optimization.

In the center of the model, the black Rune representing the ”Singularity core” began to divide, splitting from a single node into hundreds of microscopic sub-nodes, each corresponding to the ”mass-weight” of a different region within the Gravity Field.

’The consumption is too high... because the model’s Energy efficiency is too low. Most of it dissipates into useless spatial distortions.’

The third, and most important, optimization.

Ian took a deep breath and snapped his hands together!

VMMMM!

The space in the entire underground chamber trembled violently.

Above the altar, twenty-eight Void Anchor Stones simultaneously erupted with a blinding silver-gray light, barely managing to stabilize the spatial structure.

And above Ian’s palms, a brand-new ”black dot” slowly emerged.

It was different from any time before.

This black dot was smaller, only the size of a Rice Grain.

But the curve of the surrounding light was more pronounced; one could even clearly see faint, ring-like halos from the ”Gravitational Lens.”

Inside the black dot was no longer a chaotic torrent of Energy, but a highly ordered Gravity Field vortex.

In the center of the vortex, a point of ultimate darkness was slowly rotating.

That was... the embryonic form of a true, microscopic gravitational Singularity!

”It’s done...”

Ian’s voice was hoarse, but his eyes erupted with a brilliant light.

[Gravity Collapse Ball] · Mark II.

This time, the Witchcraft Model’s optimization was 97% complete.

Structural stability was increased to 400%.

The control precision, once difficult to improve, was enhanced by 600%.

Duration: Extended from 15 seconds to... ninety seconds!

And he had reduced the Spiritual Power consumption by 40%.

The most crucial part was its power...

With a thought, the black dot silently floated out and landed on a test piece of ”Abyssal Resistance Alloy” in the corner of the secret chamber.

That was one of the hardest materials in the Shadow Moon Tower’s storerooms, capable of withstanding a direct hit from a Level Two Witchcraft without shattering.

The moment the black dot touched the alloy’s surface.

There was no explosion, no loud bang.

Only a soft HISS.

Then, a perfectly circular hole with mirror-smooth edges appeared in the center of the washbasin-sized, ten-centimeter-thick alloy plate, as if an invisible mouth had taken a bite out of it.

The hole passed straight through, its sides so smooth they could serve as a mirror.

The black dot itself didn’t even tremble, remaining perfectly stable as it hovered in the air.

This was with him deliberately controlling the power and collapse range; at its maximum, it could expand to a 100-meter radius.

’The power threshold of Level Two Witchcraft... I’ve crossed it.’

Ian dispelled the black dot and let out a long, slow breath.

Its power had already surpassed that of his [Frost Ash Beam]—which was on the verge of its next Limit-Breaking—making it his strongest Attack Witchcraft.

He partially closed his eyes and turned his focus inward. His Sea of Spirit had also expanded wildly from the feedback.

The layer of crystalline ice covering its surface had thickened by a full fifty percent!

His Realm soared from 74.5% to... 81.8%.

He was only a hair’s breadth from the threshold of a Level Two Wizard!

Most Level One Wizards who had condensed their Sea of Spirit to this degree could have already attempted to advance to Level Two Wizard, and with a very high chance of success.

But he was in no hurry. Until the progress bar hit 100%, nothing was guaranteed.

’The rewards this time are immense. I’m overjoyed. Once I recall the projection...’

”More than four years of hard work... it was all worth it.”

Ian slowly stood up and stretched his neck, his joints letting out a series of soft POPS.

He looked towards the dark vortex in the center of the altar, his gaze profound.

His projection had broken through to the Manifested Saint realm, its Star Bloodline had undergone a deep Awakening, and it had gained a preliminary grasp of the Gravity Rule.

It no longer needed his constant attention. As long as it developed slowly, the projection was destined to become a paramount figure on the Yalan Continent.

All he had to do was wait patiently and reap the bountiful rewards.

His main Attack Witchcraft had been epically enhanced, and his Realm had once again risen significantly.

His efforts on both fronts had simultaneously reached a new peak.

’If I want to keep improving, accumulating power slowly through Meditation is too slow. I need to find more resources.’

Ian took out the invitation from Alevia from his Dimension Ring.

Excluding one month for travel, there were still three months to prepare before the Endless Sea ruins opened.

’If I want to significantly increase my strength in three months, my only options are achieving a Limit-Breaking for [Frost Ash Beam]... or Potions.’

He put away the invitation, a plan already forming in his mind.

The Deep Red Royal Court, the Withered Council, the Silver Ring, and those powers hidden in the shadows...

This expedition to the ruins was bound to be another bloodbath.