Breaking Through the Four-Ring Wizard

The existence of an individual cannot be compared to that of the world.

Scale.

Hierarchy.

The disparity is visible to the naked eye.

But if someone's will is so formidable that even the world cannot ignore it,

then the laws of the world will bend to their will.

"To explore truth, to observe truth, to interfere with truth."

"This is the essence of the Wizard system."

"The evolution of the soul is not the goal of a Wizard, but a natural transformation that occurs on the path of practicing one's own truth."

A radiant soul surges like a tidal wave,

releasing astonishing power,

stirring up endless turbulence.

The sound of shattering grows clearer around—a cycle of fine cracks splitting through space, only to mend instantly.

Xu Xi does nothing deliberately, yet the overwhelming force of his soul has already formed a hazy barrier around him, crushing all tangible matter.

"Life, death, the soul."

"Potions, artifacts, sorcery."

"Paths are not distinct—only their manifestations differ."

"The hallmark of a Third-Circle Wizard is the consolidation of their truth, forming an observation of the world."

"The hallmark of a Fifth-Circle Wizard is the refinement of all arcane knowledge, paving a unique path forward."

"As the bridge between these stages,"

"a Fourth-Circle Wizard bears the title of 'Mobile Cataclysm.'"

"My task is to leverage truth to move the world, solidify my foundation, and prepare for the Fifth-Circle realm."

BOOM—!!

A shockwave reverberates; the soul howls.

The fracturing of space accelerates, splitting into countless glowing fissures.

The sight is eerie, like thousands of flickering eyes blinking rapidly in the void.

Xu Xi remains calm.

His wand follows the motion of his arm.

His knowledge, his truth, his soul—all converge in this moment, erupting into a light so intense it rivals the sun,

forcing its brilliance into every inch of space.

At last,

after countless collisions and impacts,

Xu Xi's soul grows denser, vaster, forcibly stilling the surrounding space.

No longer does space shatter under the force of his power.

Nor does it merely hide beneath the surface of the world.

Instead, it bends to Xu Xi's will, warping in silent, undulating waves, accelerating to an extreme degree.

The breakthrough to Fourth-Circle Wizard is instantaneous.

"So this is it…"

"To distort the world's truth with one's own—this is the power of a Fourth-Circle Wizard."

"Though not true mastery over spatial laws,"

"it is enough to leave the Wizarding World behind."

Xu Xi closes his eyes briefly,

contemplating and verifying the changes within himself.

Beyond the evolution of his soul, his body has also transcended mortality, his already prolonged lifespan now extended beyond imagination.

It takes Xu Xi some time to adjust to these new transformations.

Then,

he raises his hand.

The intangible force of his soul once again distorts the space around him,

obeying his will, morphing into countless bizarre configurations—or amplifying the potency of his spells.

"No wonder Fourth-Circle Wizards are called Mobile Cataclysms."

"This interference is akin to a lesser form of 'words becoming law.'"

Xu Xi muses,

a trace of regret in his voice.

Had he possessed the aid of [Mortal's Wisdom] in this simulation, he surely could have achieved unprecedented glory on the path of a Wizard.

But alas, there are no 'what-ifs' in this world.

"..."

In the silent meditation chamber, Xu Xi rises, wand in hand.

Under his gaze, space continues its undulating distortions, rising and falling endlessly.

"Interdimensional travel is no simple feat."

"Beyond the interference of a Fourth-Circle Wizard, it requires an immense energy source to sustain a cross-dimensional passage."

"This is why the master of the White Crow Tower chose to depart alone."

"The Wizard Tower, disciples, and countless artifacts—"

"to take them all would demand an energy expenditure far beyond what a Fourth-Circle Wizard can bear."

Xu Xi's circumstances are unique.

He possesses the Soul Harvester trait.

The more undead he commands, the more soulfire he reaps, sparing him concerns over energy consumption for interdimensional travel.

Of course, this is not a task to be completed overnight.

Beyond accumulating soulfire,

Xu Xi must also reconstruct the Tower of Salvation,

transforming this floating fortress into a vessel capable of traversing dimensions and withstanding vast quantities of soulfire.

It is no easy feat.

Fortunately, the destruction of the Wizarding World remains some time away.

"Once enough soulfire is gathered, I can transport Servia and the others to a safe world."

"After that, I will seek the mastermind alone."

Xu Xi's eyes narrow slightly,

silently plotting the future.

Truthfully, he holds no confidence in whether he can kill the mysterious Wizard.

The enemy has trained far longer, wielding power beyond that of gods, embodying the eternal convergence of life and death.

A truly formidable existence.

Yet some things are not about certainty—only the desire to act, and so one acts.

Hmmmm—

Hmmmm—

Xu Xi strides forward, heading toward the door.

Behind him, the undulating space,

bereft of the influence of his soul, gradually returns to normal—like crumpled paper smoothed flat in an instant, seamless and unblemished.

"Congratulations, my Wizard."

Upon opening the door,

the first sight to greet Xu Xi is Servia, standing guard at the entrance.

She stands vigilant, sword in hand, only relaxing when Xu Xi steps out.

Her voice carries a lighthearted tone as she offers her blessings,

her scarred face and hollow frame, in this moment, almost resembling a living person.

"May the light of the stars and moon guide your path, my Wizard."

"Thank you, Servia."

Xu Xi's gaze softens as he reaches out, adjusting the folds of Servia's cloak.

Side by side, they walk away.

Along the way, the warrior accidentally reveals her impending breakthrough.

"You've grown even more remarkable, Servia."

"Heh… ahem—all thanks to your guidance, my Wizard."

The heavy thud of iron boots echoes through the corridor,

drowning out the words—laced with joy yet struggling to remain solemn.

Something warm and delicate

sprouts within the hollow skeleton.

Slowly,

it begins to fill.

...

[Your realm has successfully advanced]

[Ascended to Fourth-Circle Wizard]

[In a world on the brink of ruin, you are its undisputed strongest]

[Yet you feel no joy—only the bitter irony of such a title]

[You begin reconstructing the Wizard Tower, inscribing its walls with Fourth-Circle-tier runes, enhancing its firepower]

[Your tower spirit operates with greater efficiency]

[You commence research on interdimensional travel]