Wizard: My Skills Can Infinitely Break Through

Wei Song turned his palm upward. A ball of incandescent white light condensed, expanding to the size of his fist.

With a wave of his arm, the ball of light shot high into the air and detonated.

An endless torrent of light poured down like a giant brush, scrubbing the last vestiges of shadow and filth within a three-thousand-meter radius into pure white.

The sizzling sound of Purification was incessant.

With each Thermonuclear Explosion, the concentration of corruption inside the Rift dropped by an order of magnitude.

The Cultists’ camp had long since been reduced to dust, not even Ashes left behind.

It had been completely vaporized in the first explosion.

What remained was the more hidden, more stubborn corruption.

It had seeped deep into the Earth, coiled around the edges of spatial fissures, and burrowed like roots into the World Origin of this Rift.

But Wei Song had patience. And... enough Thermal Energy.

He closed his eyes, his Thermal Perception fully engaged. The world in his vision transformed into a temperature distribution map.

Most areas were a searing white, indicating they had been subjected to Purification.

But deep underground, a few dark red "lesions" remained, squirming slowly like festering wounds.

"The eighth..." Wei Song muttered, raising his hand again.

The ball of light condensed, ascended, and detonated.

This time, he adjusted the angle of the explosion to give the light greater Penetration Power.

It was like performing surgery, precisely cutting a hundred meters deep into the earth.

SIZZLE SIZZLE SIZZLE!

The dark red lesion struggled violently, thick black smoke billowing from its surface.

Soon, in the terrifying heat, it melted away, disintegrated, and vanished into the Void.

Five minutes later, the light from the twenty-third Thermonuclear Explosion faded.

Wei Song stood his ground, his Perception spreading out like a tidal wave.

He scanned every inch of land, every wisp of air, every fluctuation of Energy.

Nothing. Not a single trace of the Abyssal Aura remained.

The entire space was now a pure, "blank" slate, purged by the extreme heat.

The air grew scorching, thick with the smell of burnt earth.

The Earth had turned a grayish white, its surface as smooth as a mirror, like pottery fired in a kiln.

The sky remained a leaden gray, but the oppressive "malice" had vanished, leaving only a dead silence.

"It’s over..." Wei Song let out a long breath.

Deep within his chest, the miniature Thermonuclear Core spun slowly, radiating a gentle warmth.

Unleashing over a dozen Thermonuclear Explosions in a row had been taxing, but the cost was still within manageable limits.

He was about to leave when, suddenly...

BOOM!!!

From the depths of the Earth came a muffled tremor, as if some behemoth were turning over deep within the planet’s crust!

’This... The space itself is trembling!’

Wei Song’s pupils contracted. He spun around, his gaze fixed on the epicenter of the tremor.

He had just blasted that spot with a Thermonuclear Explosion, creating a massive crater a hundred meters in diameter. Magma was still flowing at the bottom.

But now, the magma was boiling!

BUBBLE BUBBLE. It frothed with bubbles that burst, releasing a gray mist.

The mist began to coalesce, growing thicker and thicker until it condensed into... a single black thread.

The thread was as fine as a strand of hair and less than an inch long.

The instant the thread formed, the surrounding space abruptly froze solid!

The air felt as if it had been compressed and flash-frozen. The temperature plummeted from scorching hot to bone-chillingly cold.

The trembling of the ground ceased, the magma stopped flowing, and the Ashes hanging in the air were frozen in place.

Time... it was as if someone had hit the pause button.

Wei Song found he could no longer move, suppressed by a higher-level "Rule."

Like an ant before a mountain, like a mortal gazing upon a god, even his thoughts grew slow and sluggish.

’So this is the final counterattack. I knew it... it couldn’t be this easy.’

Deep within his pupils, an orange-red light flickered frantically as he tried to break free.

But the oppressive power radiating from the black thread surpassed any corruptor he had ever encountered.

A Level Five Legend? No... this was far beyond that.

This was suppression on the level of the World Origin itself!

The black thread drifted slowly in the air, like a sentient strand of hair.

It "looked" at Wei Song with curiosity, greed, and a sort of... excitement one feels for a "kindred spirit."

The delicate thread had no eyes, yet Wei Song could feel that he was being "watched."

Suddenly, the black thread blurred for an instant, and space warped slightly.

One moment it was thousands of meters away; the next, it had appeared three inches from Wei Song’s brow!

A numbness shot through Wei Song’s entire body as warning bells exploded in his mind.

He could clearly see countless tiny, twisted Runes covering the thread’s surface.

Each Rune emanated the distinctive chaotic aura of the Abyss.

’This wisp of Abyssal Aura... this is the key to this new Rift’s formation!’

Wei Song understood instantly. The Cultists had built an altar to try and tear open the Rift.

But the true "source of the Rift" was this very thread.

It must be a wisp of World Origin from the world on the other side, a remnant that had suffered Erosion and corruption from the Abyss.

The black thread quivered lightly, then... began to burrow into the space between Wei Song’s eyebrows!

Wei Song instinctively tried to resist, but his body was immobile. He couldn’t even move a single finger.

He could only watch helplessly as the black thread touched the skin of his brow.

HISS! A bone-chilling cold pierced him, like a fine needle of ice being driven into his brow.

It was followed by a bizarre "sensation of fusion," as if a foreign object was forcing its way into his brain, squeezing into the depths of his Soul.

Wei Song’s consciousness began to waver. His vision distorted, and the gray-and-white world around him faded away.

What appeared before his eyes... was the sight of a shattered world.

The sky was torn asunder, filled with a countless, crisscrossing web of spatial rifts.

The Earth was corrupted, its surface blanketed by a constantly writhing, black, fungal carpet.

Upon this carpet grew countless twisted, black structures resembling Coral.

At the top of these structures bloomed dark purple flowers. In the center of each blossom was a tiny, incessantly turning eye.