Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 353 - 27: The Fourth Level

Lynch’s fingertips lit up with starlight, sketching a triple-nested inverted cross in the void. In the suspended ti and space, the runes of Hell Torture began to reverse grow suddenly — the chains’ patterns that burned souls were being replaced by Acadia’s spatial secret patterns.

[Phase Dissociation]

He flicked his finger against the thickest chain, and shockwaves transmitted along the iron lock to the stone pillar. The runes imprisoning the girl suddenly turned transparent, revealing an intricate soul cage structure inside, precise as a clock. Each gear shing point flickered with Alfred’s unique spirit imprint, an eternal spell painted using the bone marrow of high-level magical creatures.

Lynch swung his arm, erasing these runes one by one. These were the critical sealing nodes imprisoning the girl; once these were removed, the Hell Torture set up by Alfred would collapse without attack.

Finally, Lynch gazed into the girl’s eyes, simultaneously spreading his spiritual field, speaking in a low voice, "Look closely, I’m not Alfred. We rely share the sa eyes. Use your hatred where it’s needed, rather than wasting soul power."

[Soul Resonance·Subconscious Implantation]

This is a hypnotic spell within Soul Resonance, capable of implanting a subconscious line into the target soul, making them deeply believe in this subconscious.

A resentful spirit cannot communicate. Once released, she would not listen to what Lynch explains, only trying to destroy everything she sees with all her might. By implanting a subconscious line, it’s equivalent to setting a target for her, anchoring her action trajectory, forcibly placing an out-of-control program back onto its original track.

"Alright, go find him, and do everything to complete your revenge!"

"Rember to greet Al for when you see him."

"Rember, my na is Murphy, tell Al: My dear apprentice, your teacher has co to find you."

Finally, leaving this engraved sentence in her soul, so that when truly eting Alfred in the future, it would give him a big surprise. Knowing that the teacher he betrayed is searching for him again, would this guy, having done all sorts of bad deeds, still sleep peacefully?

"Snap!"

Having done all this, Lynch snapped his fingers again, and the once gray world regained its color, at the sa ti, the stopped world started moving again.

"Crack, crack, crack!"

A series of crisp sounds arose, and the chains, having lost the eternal rune, were no longer able to imprison the girl, instantly being bounced away by the black resentnt around her body, scattering everywhere.

"Ah!!!"

The unrestrained girl was no longer bound, the black aura from her body soared once more, even more vigorously than before, spreading hundreds of ters outward in an instant.

Destruction! Slaughter! Revenge!

The girl’s mind was imdiately replaced by madness, her sinister gaze locking on Lynch first, intent on tearing him apart.

This is how resentful spirits are; their minds full of grievance cannot be communicated with. Once unbound, their first action is always madness, mad destruction.

Yet just as the girl was about to attack Lynch, a deep voice resonated in her soul: "Your target is Alfred, all roars and powers should be vented on him, not elsewhere."

Runes lit up one by one on the girl’s body, her eyes instantly entering a dazed state.

"Revenge...Alfred!"

The spreading black resentnt was forcibly retracted into the girl’s body; her hateful gaze looked ahead, her figure slumped before accelerating, quickly turning to rush into the distance, soon disappearing from sight.

Every grievance has its source, and now Alfred is going to face it.

Souls resonate with each other; though a resentful spirit has lost its body, it gains a super strong soul perception ability. Judging by the girl’s familiarity with Alfred in the picture, finding him is extrely straightforward.

This is equivalent to placing a targeted curse spell on Alfred; being tracked down by the evil curse is only a matter of ti.

Whether or not he can withstand this evil curse is unknown.

"Good luck!"

Drawing back his distant thoughts, Lynch arrived below the torture stone pillar. He first opened a space crack, putting all the crystals embedded on the stone pillar into the space crack, as these are priceless treasures, each crystal valued over ten thousand Magic Stones.

Not just the crystals, even this pillar was made of Fade Black Obsidian, every rune on it carefully carved with Magic Stone powder. The cost of setting up Hell Torture is extrely expensive.

Obviously, Alfred spared no expense in handling this girl, probably having no other choice.

After extracting the crystals and prying off the runes, even the pillar isn’t escaping Lynch’s grasp, although its size isn’t convenient for carrying. For now, he will leave it here. After all, with space magic now, this entire underground city is technically his warehouse.

Imdiately, he slowly descended to the ground, arriving below the stone pillar, and looked downward.

He saw clusters of eerie blue flas burning beneath the stone pillar, which from afar looked like a field of blue flowers blooming—soul sparks created by the characteristics of soul material.

Lynch curiously stroked his chin, "So many soul sparks."

"Why are there so many?"

Soul sparks generally grow near soul material, such as the soul crystal Lynch encountered during assessnt tasks as a low-level apprentice. Conversely, the presence of a large number of soul sparks here indicates the presence of soul material.

Where could it be...

Lynch activated Elental Vision and scanned the surroundings, yet within his visual range, nothing was found; the walls, the ceiling were all inspected, leaving only one place.

"Below?"

Lynch stroked his chin.

He activated Elental Voidification and explored downwards. Sure enough, after passing through approximately ten ters of thick soil layers, there was unexpectedly another space beneath the third layer of the Underground City, evidently the fourth layer.

It was a very vast space, the area seemingly larger than the previous three layers combined.

An over ten-kiloter round do hung high in the sky, below was an extrely spacious plaza. The plaza was covered with rectangular pits, each one filled with hot, scalding lava, with intersecting passages cutting the plaza into a grid shape.

At the intersection of the grid passages was a peculiar substance—a giant Blue Crystal, with a diater exceeding thirty ters, its appearance resembling a heart, covered with runes and star track engravings.

This heart seed to be alive, pulsating incessantly with the rise and fall of the surrounding lava, each pulse ejecting bluer soul flas, which seeped upwards through the gaps in the ceiling, explaining the origin of the soul sparks above.

"What is this?"

"It appears to be... a Soul Crystal? Such a huge chunk of Soul Crystal?"

Lynch quickly recognized the identity of this Blue Crystal on the ground, a type of soul material structure called a Soul Crystal similar to soul crystal. However, ordinary Soul Crystals are usually not bigger than a thumb, such a large chunk is simply outrageous!

Lynch scanned the surroundings with his gaze, contrary to the upper layers filled with Skeletons, Zombies, and various Dead Spirits, this fourth layer was silent, only accompanied by the explosive sounds of rolling lava, and not a single Dead Spirit could be seen in sight.

After surveying the surroundings, Lynch turned his gaze toward the front of the plaza, where there was a large door.

This was a very large door, at least over a hundred ters tall, its fra ford by two imnse stone pillars, with nurous Magic Power tracks outlining a colossal Magic Array on the entire door.

The patterns and tracks on the Magic Array intertwined, forming a highly complex geotric pattern identical to the Gate of Truth.

"What place is this?"

After scrutinizing the surroundings, Lynch couldn’t figure it out, and he floated to the front of the door.

At this mont, the door was closed, but on the door lay the way to open it, precisely through the Magic Array on it. Lynch briefly studied it and grasped the operational principle of the Magic Array.

He placed a hand on the Magic Array, preparing to activate it to open the door, when suddenly.

"Whoosh—"

A sudden, invisible wind blew from an unknown direction.

This Underground City was surrounded by scorching lava, the blistering heat even charring the air, in such a place Lynch had to keep the Absolute Barrier activated to withstand the temperature.

However, at this mont, swept by the wind, Lynch inexplicably felt a chill.

It was a cold that acted upon the soul, an unprecedented fear, as if being targeted by so terrifying ancient beast.

"What the hell?"

He shivered all over and quickly retracted his arm, while cautiously watching the massive door ahead.

Under his Spirit Perception, there seed to be so powerful existence behind the door, what exactly it was Lynch was unsure, but he could clearly perceive—

This was definitely not sothing his level could confront.