Wizard: My Skills Can Infinitely Break Through

Ian touched the space between his eyebrows. The faint warmth from the contract’s seal told him clearly that this was all real.

’World Tree Aisala, the Esok World, a converted origin, a Meditation Method that points straight to Level Six...’

Ian slowly exhaled, a glint of blazing gold flashing in his eyes.

’There was no reason not to accept this deal.’

The next morning, just as Ian finished his Meditation, there was a soft knock on his courtyard gate.

Two figures stood outside the gate.

On the left was Aisala from last night’s Dream Realm. She had changed into a moon-white Elven dress, her long hair woven into an exquisite braid. She looked no different from an ordinary Moon Elf.

Her emerald eyes were crystal clear in the sunlight as she gave Ian a small smile.

As for the one on the right, judging by her attire...

Ian’s pupils contracted slightly.

Ian’s gaze fell upon the figure on the right.

She was a female Moon Elf, even taller than Aisala, standing nearly two meters tall.

She wore a silver-white Elf King Robe, embroidered with intricate patterns of stars, the moon, and ancient trees. A small, silver crown-like circlet held back her hair, and her aura was extraordinarily noble.

She merely stood there, not deliberately releasing her aura, yet the very light in the courtyard seemed to bend toward her.

King of the Silver Moon Elves, Moonlight Guardian, Level Five Radiant Moon Serafina.

”Greetings, Your Majesty the Elf King. Greetings, Lady Aisala.”

Ian bowed slightly, performing a standard Wizard’s salute, his tone calm and respectful.

Serafina’s eyes landed on him, her gaze lingering for a moment on the space between his eyebrows.

”There is no need for such formalities, Mr. Marcus.”

Her voice was cold and pleasant, carrying a natural sense of detachment without being arrogant.

”Aisala has informed me of the contract. The Silver Moon Elf Race will remember this favor you are willing to offer.”

As she spoke, her gaze swept over the newly awakened Gaga.

The little guy felt that vast, abyss-like aura, and its feathers puffed up instantly. It shrank its neck and instinctively sidled closer to Ian.

Standing beside Serafina, Aisala winked at Ian, a hint of a smile in her emerald eyes.

She was still in the same moon-white dress, her long hair in a braid, looking just like an ordinary young Moon Elf maiden.

But Ian knew this ”maiden” was the true core of the entire deal.

”Please, come in.” Ian stepped aside, clearing the way through the gate. Serafina did not refuse and was the first to enter the courtyard.

As Aisala walked past, several small stalks of Moonlight Grass sprouted silently from the ground. Their leaves swayed gently with her steps, scattering specks of Starlight.

’This is a World Tree. Her every word and action triggers a Rule Manifestation.’

The three people and one bird entered the stone house’s living room.

Serafina did not sit down. She simply stood by the window, gazing at the faint purple Rift outside.

”I have already informed Calendor,” she said without turning around.

”He will coordinate with you. When you enter the Rift, he will temporarily stabilize the spatial structure at that point to reduce the risk of passage.”

”But once you are inside, you will be on your own.”

Ian nodded. ”Thank you.”

After a moment, Serafina turned around. ”As per the contract, this is the advance payment.”

She took out a silver Scroll and an entirely emerald-green branch.

The branch was about a foot long, its surface covered in natural Rule Patterns, and it radiated a dense Life Force.

”This is the complete Moon God’s Treasure Manual, enough for you to advance to Level Five Radiant Moon.” Serafina held out the Scroll.

Ian accepted the Scroll with both hands. It was warm and smooth to the touch, with a strange texture, like stroking flowing moonlight.

The silver threads on the Scroll’s surface unfastened on their own, transforming into countless tiny moonlight Runes that surged into the space between his eyebrows.

A massive amount of information unfurled in his Sea of Spirit.

Unlike the vast, starry-sky imagery of the Starry Sky Festival, the Moon God’s Treasure Manual focused more on the conversion of Void Energy, the tempering of the Soul, and the analysis of the Dream Rule.

It consisted of six levels in total, each corresponding to detailed Cultivation methods, Rule Perception, and accompanying Witchcraft Models.

Ian quickly scanned the contents of the first four levels. ’Half the mission is already complete.’ A sense of certainty settled in his heart.

”As for this World Tree Branch...” Serafina handed over the emerald-green branch as well.

”It has been nurtured by Aisala with her essence for a thousand years. Its internal Rules are stable, and it is brimming with Energy.”

”Whether or not you can cultivate it to maturity will depend on your own abilities.”

Ian accepted the branch solemnly. The moment it touched his hand, a warm and immense Life Force surged up his arm and into his body.

In his Sea of Spirit, the Blazing Star Core trembled slightly, actually resonating with a kind of ”longing” for the branch.

A line of text silently appeared on his panel:

[High-purity World Tree origin branch detected. Refine?]

Ian mentally selected ’no’ and carefully placed the branch deep within his Dimension Ring.

’The advance payment for this deal has already far exceeded my expectations.’

”Thank you, Lady Aisala.”

Serafina nodded slightly, her gaze falling on Gaga beside him. ”You plan on taking it with you into the Esok World this time?”

Ian fell silent for a moment, reaching out to rub Gaga’s little head.

The little guy was staring at the residual glow of moonlight in Serafina’s palm, its small eyes sparkling.

”No.” Ian thought for a moment and shook his head.

”It’s too dangerous there. There are endless swarms of insects, as well as High Tier Insect Race that can warp space.”

”Gaga has great potential, but right now it’s only at the Tier Three Middle Stage. Faced with that kind of environment...”

He didn’t finish his sentence, but his meaning was clear.

Gaga whipped its head around, its silver-gray pupils fixed on Ian, its feathers fluffed up in agitation.

”Ian! I want to go with you!” The little guy’s voice was filled with anxiety and indignation.