Wizard: My Skills Can Infinitely Break Through

"We can’t retreat any further."

Li Xing’s voice was soft, yet it carried across the entire city wall.

"Behind Starlight City are nine cities, fifty-four towns, and 5.7 million civilians."

"For every step we take back, they lose an inch of their path to survival."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over every person on the wall.

The Starlight Guard, the Commerce Alliance Guard, and even... the hastily conscripted militia.

And the common people hiding behind cover, trembling, yet with the last embers of defiance still burning in their eyes.

Li Xing withdrew his hand, and the starlight terrain map dissipated.

He turned to face the north, toward the Wilderness shrouded in gray clouds.

His black long robe whipped in the wind.

"From this day forward, everyone in Starlight City will follow me... to counterattack."

A dead silence fell over the city wall.

Then, Li Yao was the first to raise his sword.

The tip of his sword pointed north, his arm as steady as a rock.

"Counterattack!"

The Thirteen Starlight Guard Captains roared in unison, their voices shaking dust loose from the wall’s bricks.

Then came the Commerce Alliance Guard, the militia, and those common people who had just been trembling...

"Counterattack!!"

"Counterattack!!!"

The roars were like thunder, rolling over the Wilderness, through the gray clouds, and toward the very heart of the Corrupted Beast tide.

「The second image was from six years later.」

The territory of the Starlight Holy Land had expanded more than threefold.

Nine cities and fifty-four towns had become eighteen cities and one hundred and eight towns.

The population had surged from 5.7 million to 30 million.

The Starlight Holy City’s sphere of influence stretched to the distant horizon, reaching 15,000 li.

The scorched earth, once tainted by Erosion, was being purified and reclaimed, bit by bit.

Newly sown crops, protected by the Starlight Array, sprouted tender green shoots.

But the cost... was suffocatingly heavy.

Of the original thirteen Starlight Guards, four had died in battle, and three had retired due to grievous injuries.

The new blood brought in to replenish their ranks was replaced one batch after another.

Li Yao had changed the most. Among the common people, his reputation had even surpassed Li Xing’s.

Li Xing faded into the background, and Li Yao made the decisions on almost all matters.

Now, he had grown into an outstanding leader.

In a bloody battle three years ago, he had led the charge and was severely wounded by a Manifestation Tier Corrupt Lord.

He never feared danger. Whenever there was a battle, he was always at the forefront of the defensive line.

Like a stone statue that would never fall.

「The third image was from three years ago, when Li Yao successfully broke through to the Manifestation Tier.」

The Starlight Holy Land had already become the second-largest human faction on the entire Yalan Continent, second only to Xuri City.

Its territory spanned 30,000 li, governing thirty-two cities, with a population exceeding 80 million.

Li Xing remained in seclusion, while Li Yao’s name began to spread across the continent.

Some called him the "Starlight Saint"; others cursed him as a "war maniac."

But whether they revered or hated him, everyone had to admit it.

This once-shy youth had led his Star Guards and carved out a Pure Land from the frenzied tide of corruption.

As for the corrupted creatures, they could finally sit still no longer.

Seven Corrupt Lords, each equivalent to the Late Stage of the Manifestation Tier, joined forces to launch the "Blood Moon Siege."

This battle lasted for an entire month.

The city wall collapsed in seventeen places, more than half of the Starlight Guard fell in battle, and the enemy almost reached the Star Tower, nearly alerting Li Xing.

Even Li Yao himself, in the final decisive battle, was besieged by three lords. His chest was pierced, and his heart stopped for a full ten breaths.

But in the end...

The seven massive heads of the Corrupt Lords were hung high on the tallest flagpole on Blue Cave Mountain.

Dark red, filthy blood flowed down the flagpole, forming seven gruesome pools on the stone slabs below.

Li Yao stood in the center of the bloody pools, his black long robe tattered, his body drenched in blood.

The tip of the longsword in his hand, reforged from fragments of a Starfall Core, dripped with a viscous black liquid.

He lifted his head and looked in his brother’s direction, a flicker of sorrow in his eyes.

Finally, he gazed north, toward the corrupted core region eternally shrouded by gray clouds.

Deep within his pupils, something utterly cold was reflected.

"It’s not enough..." Li Yao’s voice was hoarse, like sandpaper.

"The Corrupt Monarch... is not dead yet."

The image shattered once more.

「The fourth image was the present.」

At the top of the Star Tower, in the Star-Attracting Hall.

Li Xing sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, his black hair cascading to the floor like a waterfall.

The nine miniature stars circling him spun so fast they were a blur to the naked eye.

Only nine arcs of silvery-white light could be seen, weaving an impenetrable net around him.

Within the net, space distorted slightly.

Ripples from the Rule Manifestation of Gravity spread outward in circles, like waves on the surface of water.

His aura... Peak of Manifestation.

He was only a paper-thin barrier away from the True Form Tier.

One could even feel the Star Bloodline within him boiling, roaring, and trying to break through some ancient shackles.

Outside the hall, Li Yao stood silently.

His robes fluttered slightly in the night wind, and he held a dark silver longsword.

Starlight patterns flowed across the blade’s surface, faintly resonating with Li Xing’s aura inside the hall.

A new scar crossed his face, gleaming with a faint silvery light in the moonlight, like an unconventional Star Mark.

His eyes were as calm as still water.

Through the Link, Ian could seemingly "hear" the whisper in his heart.

’Brother... you have to succeed.’

’The hundreds of millions of lives in the Starlight Holy Land... are all waiting for you.’

’And I...’ His thought cut off abruptly.

As if unwilling to let that deeply hidden emotion leak out.

The torrent of information finally ceased.

Ian slowly opened his eyes. The cold stone walls of the Laboratory were reflected in the depths of his pupils, yet it was as if he could still see that continent ravaged by the flames of war.

Twelve years. Four thousand, three hundred and twenty days and nights.

The fall of seventeen Corrupt Lords.