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Chapter 811: Chapter 27: The Calling
Days later, deep within the Dark Forest, near the mist-covered little wooden cabin.
Lynch sat cross-legged on a gnarled ancient tree root, his aura calm as water. He was not engaged in traditional magic power gathering or spell casting practice but had immersed his consciousness entirely within, cultivating the Soul Law.
This was not reliant on the accumulation of knowledge or the brute force of spiritual power, but a more abstract and difficult inner exploration. His mind seemed to transform into the most exacting craftsman, repeatedly scrutinizing and honing the essence of his soul.
Past fragments flashed back and forth in his mind.
Avery’s worried face, Adam’s hollow shell, even the more distant entanglement with Lanice, the indebtedness to the Yuri Family... these memories and emotions, clear or vague, were scrutinized and dissected by him calmly, as if under a magnifying glass.
He searched for the subtle "marks" and "hidden wounds" left by regret, mistakes, and obsessions on the Soul Map.
Facing these past moments each time, no longer avoiding them, but attempting to understand them anew with his current mindset and strength, trying to rectify or transcend, it was as if he was smoothing out the corresponding "wrinkles" and "cracks" on his soul in the most fitting way possible.
After an indistinct amount of time, Lynch slowly opened his eyes, a subtle clarity and relief flickering in his profound gray eyes. He sensed that this targeted introspection and confrontation with the past had solidified the essence of his soul.
With a slight movement of his mind, that familiar system interface unfolded before his eyes. His gaze skipped over those items already at their peak or progressing slowly and settled directly on the most crucial item of the moment—
[Soul Law Level 23 (71259/300000)]
The Soul Law had significantly advanced, reaching Level 23. Lynch understood that this advancement stemmed from his proactive handling and sorting out of a series of "uncompleted affairs" and "soul wounds" after returning to this place.
Whether it was sheltering Shirley, making up for old friendships by tracing Adam’s whereabouts, or at a deeper level, intervening in Avery’s situation and the upheaval of this land, all continuously mended certain "gaps" on his soul level.
"Now is the time when strength is most needed," he murmured as he stared at the pulsating number. Nothing could bring more security and a breakthrough in this chaotic situation than a tangible enhancement of his own power. Seeing the Soul Law advance at such an efficient pace, he was more certain than ever that returning to the Ancient Ruins, facing everything head-on, was the right decision.
He exhaled softly, and the system interface faded from view. The road ahead remained challenging, but with every tiny repair of his soul’s defect, the foundation for stepping into the supreme Realm of Rules grew more solid.
Lynch had just withdrawn his consciousness from the deep soul introspection, and the light and shadow of the system panel slowly dissipated before him. The surrounding forest’s silence wrapped the mist-covered area like a thick velvet cloth.
Yet, at that moment—
A low voice, seemingly from ancient prehistory, sounded abruptly by his ear, no, it appeared to be engraved directly onto his soul’s perception:
"Come over..."
The voice was obscure and floating, carrying an indescribable sense of ancientness and gravity.
Immediately afterward, a brief pause occurred, then the voice sounded again, clearer than before, with explicit direction:
"Come to me..."
Lynch’s brow furrowed slightly, a sharp gleam flickering in his gray eyes.
"Again?" he whispered, his tone carrying a bit of clarity and inquiry.
This wasn’t the first time he had heard this voice. Ever since residing in this specific area, intermittently, a faint summons would intrude upon his perception. It seemed to transcend material boundaries, communicating directly with his soul.
Initially, the voice was extremely weak, resembling a candle flickering in the wind, so obscure he almost mistook it for hallucinations from cultivation. But as he focused on cultivating the Soul Law these days, especially while continuously repairing the "hidden wounds" of his soul, which made it purer and more perceptive, he increasingly sensed this voice was not an illusion. Moreover... it was growing clearer.
Especially recently, after accelerating cultivation using the Time Rule, and just breaking through the Soul Law to Level 23, this summons became unprecedentedly clear and genuine, as though the distance between its source and him was invisibly closing.
With a slight pause, Lynch gathered his spirit and, not communicating through air, but rather through pure soul intent, transmitted his inquiry towards the direction the summon came:
"Who are you?"
His intent was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, carrying vigilance and inquiry.
"Where are you asking me to go?"
Lynch’s intent spread out like invisible ripples, yet upon reaching that void, received no response.
The low voice seemed to have been severed by a sharp blade, abruptly cut off, leaving only the inherent silence of the Mist Forest, as if everything just now was merely an illusion produced by his overly perceptive soul.
His brow furrowed deeper, a barely noticeable frustration passing through his heart.
"Interrupted again?"
This situation mirrored previous attempts; whenever he tried to reverse trace or communicate, this mysterious link became extremely unstable, even completely severed.
This made him wonder if the summon itself had some great limitation or defect, capable only of single-directional information transmission, while perhaps the source of that voice couldn’t sense his existence at all.
Seeing that the intent exploration was once again futile, Lynch exhaled softly, temporarily suppressing that investigative mindset. He refocused his spirit, preparing to return his attention to the predetermined cultivation schedule. The Soul Law had just broken through, needing stabilization; it truly shouldn’t be distracted by such elusive, unpredictable phenomena.
However, just as his consciousness was about to fully immerse inward, achieving harmonious resonance with the energy flowing around him—
Sudden change erupted!
That voice unexpectedly sounded again without warning!
This time, it was no longer a vague summons nor fragmented segments. The tone remained low yet strangely became stable and clear, as though some obstructed channel had suddenly opened:
"We... we’ve communicated before, have you forgotten? Young apprentice,"
The voice paused slightly, this brief silence seemed to carry countless passing times, an indescribable sense of ancientness and loneliness spread, ultimately condensing into words bearing a certain destiny-like meaning:
"I am that lonely soul!"