Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience

Chapter 780: Chapter 33: Advancing a Trace of Rule Power from the Future

Lynch suppressed the waves and doubts caused by the abnormal clock, immediately composed himself, and immersed his consciousness into the Time Mark.

After the familiar feeling of time-space transition, his consciousness was already situated in the circular plaza of the Time Hut.

However, he immediately sensed an unusual rhythm. His gaze was involuntarily drawn to the fourth stone gate among the row at the plaza’s edge — the one corresponding to the "Rule" realm, constructed with deep obsidian, and carved with the patterns of an Eternal Hourglass and Time Spiral. At this moment, it was undergoing a subtle change!

The ancient runes, originally dim and as if in deep sleep, were now being lit from within, flowing with a cold and pure radiance akin to moonlight.

The illuminated runes connected with each other, making the hourglass pattern on the gate seem as if it was infused with the sand of time, slowly flowing. Even more astonishing was that the stone gate, originally seamless and as heavy as a mountain, was now... slightly opening a crack!

A barely perceptible yet truly existent crack!

From it, an indescribable aura faintly emanated, not purely an energy fluctuation, but more like a... rule implication concerning "existence," "definition," and "constant." Merely perceiving a trace made Lynch’s spiritual power resonate and yearn strongly with that budding rule power.

"Chomp chomp..."

Familiar footsteps sounded, and the clock manager walked over. The drawn eyes first looked at the fourth stone gate with a slight crack, its clock face showing an expression of "just as expected."

"Tsk tsk, what an astonishing progress, sir!" The clock’s voice carried unprecedented admiration, "It seems you have successfully nurtured that crucial ’seed,’ with half a foot into the hall of ’Rules.’ Congratulations!"

Lynch, recovered from the shock of the stone gate, calmly shook his head upon hearing this: "Rules? No, I’m aware of my state. I am still at the Late Stage of the Domain, just that my spiritual power and rule comprehension have reached the extreme, there should still be some distance to the true Rule Realm."

The clock shook its pendulum "finger," emitting a light "click," its tone carrying mystery:

"Sir, your understanding is correct for the ordinary path. But you are walking the path of ’Time,’ which transcends many laws. ’Time’ itself is one of the cornerstone Rules of the world; it runs through everything."

"Therefore, when your ’Time Law’ and another core law—such as your just complete ’Spirit Law’—together reach the extreme of the current domain, your ’Time Domain’ then possesses the trait of partly ’witnessing the future’ and even ’preemptively harnessing’ future power."

"Preemptively... harness the future?" Lynch focused his gaze.

"Exactly!" The clock confirmed, "The trace of power nurtured in your spiritual origin is not merely a simple law aggregation but is the embryonic form of true ’Rule Power!’ It can be understood that it is a power you in the future can steadily control, which you have, in advance, ’captured’ and ’solidified’ a trace due to the completeness of your Time and Spirit Domain."

It directed its clock face towards Lynch, guiding: "Please recall, in the upper levels of the Lost Tower, you once temporarily forced yourself into that realm. The rule power you felt at that time... Is there any difference in ’essence’ with the different-colored energy at the center of your current Spirit Vortex?"

Lynch’s heart trembled, immediately diving into memory.

In the Lost Tower, that feeling of forcibly prying rules—violent, unstable, yet with an absoluteness almost like a "definition," capable of directly interfering with the underlying logic of reality...

Compared to the central spirit vortex now, that trace of weak yet stable, restrained energy that perfectly resonates with all his powers...

Essentially the same!

The only difference lies in the "scale" of the quantity and the precision of control! He had not noticed before; this "quality" itself is already truly the "quality" of a rule!

Seeing Lynch’s face, a mixture of enlightenment and realization, the clock knew he had understood.

"It seems you have gained insight." The clock’s voice carried a trace of relief, "So, congratulations, sir. You are standing at the threshold. What you lack is not the essence of power, but the last puzzle piece—the ultimate ascension of the ’Soul Law.’"

Its drawn finger seemed to penetrate the conscious space, pointing to the core of Lynch’s existence:

"When your ’Soul Law’ is refined to the extreme of the current domain as the ’Spirit Law’ was and achieves that final transformation, the embryonic rule trace in your spiritual origin will become completely stable and amplified. At that time, without the need for deliberate impact, you will naturally and effortlessly ascend to the true Rule Realm, fully mastering the Rule Power that belongs to you."

"And behind this door, gleaming a trace of its true form to you..."

The clock’s tone shifted to guidance and anticipation: "Are kept the core teachings prepared by Wizard Somda for you on how to guide the ’Soul Law’ to Perfection and, with it as the foundation, initially wield the ’Time Rule.’"

"Now, you have initially gained the qualification to access it."

...

His consciousness slowly withdrew from the mysterious rhythm of the Time Hut, returning to the anchor point of the real world. Lynch slowly opened his eyes, the deep glow within them, as if reflecting endless time and space, gradually subsided, finally restoring to a calm gray.

He let out a long breath, a wave of exhaustion from within, like a tide, swept over his mind, an inevitable relaxation after a prolonged period of high concentration.

He stood up, walked to the center of the Meditation Room to the "Meditation Furnace" engraved with numerous complex runes, ceaselessly gathering and purifying magic power day and night, and gently tapped at a few critical nodes with his finger.

"Buzz..."

The energy flame at the core of the furnace, stable as if liquid crystal, gradually dimmed and retracted with his movements, and finally extinguished completely. The special energy field in the room, always filled with a sense of mental agility and excitement, also dissipated, restoring the room to a normal feel.

At this, this long and crucial period of secluded cultivation came to a complete end.

"Speaking of which, this cultivation session lasted long enough..."

Lynch rubbed his somewhat swollen temples, sighing inwardly. To charge the Spirit Law to the extreme of the current realm in one go, he had been ruthless, not only activating the Time Hut for acceleration but also specifically admonishing Annie and the others that unless the world was ending, they were not to disturb him.

He himself had not taken a single step since entering this Cultivation Room, truly journeying day and night, his spirit fully immersed in the comprehension and refining of the laws.

Now that his goal was achieved, the tightly wound mind relaxed, and a strong desire to rest and an urge to relax naturally emerged.

He considered whether it was time to take a good rest, taking Annie and the others away from the academy to explore other Floating Cities in Fran or unique planes, to unwind? Or perhaps, simply return to the Jade Land once more?

Counting the time, the elemental uproar that swept across many Witch Domains and the resulting chaos and impact should have subsided by now, right?

With these random yet vividly lively thoughts swirling in his mind, Lynch pushed open the heavy door of the Meditation Room and stepped out.

The light in the corridor outside was brighter than inside, causing him to squint slightly.

However, as soon as he stepped out, before he even had a chance to take a breath of the fresh outdoor air, a figure hurriedly came towards him, her face showing an anxiety that could not be concealed, it was the elf maid, Naliti.

Upon seeing Lynch, her eyes lit up immediately, as if finding an anchor, she quickly stepped forward, her tone urgent with a hint of relief:

"Master! You’ve finally come out!"

Seeing this, Lynch instinctively frowned, the leisurely thought that had just risen in his mind instantly dissipated. Naliti had always been calm, but now she appeared so hurried; something important must have happened.

He stopped and asked, puzzled: "Did something happen?"