Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 428 - 29: Time

Lynch’s gaze passed through the long street and high walls, arriving at the Light Church over there.

Light Church, Light Chapel.

Underneath the tall Statue of Light Goddess, Alya in a white Priest Robe was devoutly kneeling before the statue as usual, engaged in prayer.

Compared to decades ago, she seed unchanged, like a person frozen in Ti.

Because of the Extraordinary Power, her appearance still remained the sa as when Lynch first saw her decades ago, still that maiden’s look, as if Ti had left no trace upon her.

In spirit, she also felt no change, still like before, cold and indifferent to everything in the world, like a soulless shell only aware of the evident.

Lynch couldn’t help but ponder, if soone like Alya, unchanged in appearance and stagnant in spirit, is her Ti truly flowing?

Is she the Alya he t back then or the Alya now?

Lynch shifted his gaze behind Alya.

A dozen or so steps away stood a Light Knight, the sa as Hasrant who first accompanied Alya.

As a mortal, Hasrant did not remain unchanged like Alya.

The once young man had turned into an old man under the baptism of years.

Wrinkles creased his face, his hair had turned gray, and his body no longer bore the semblance of his forr self.

Yet his soul seed unchanged.

From the mont he beca a Light Knight, he stood by Alya, his gaze filled with adoration, so many years had passed, yet he still stood there as if unchanged, his eyes unwavering.

Under the soul vision of the Eye of Death God, Lynch could see his color remained much the sa as before.

So for soone like Hasrant, where Ti’s baptism brought only physical change, yet his soul remained unchanged, how should his Ti be calculated?

Lynch pondered.

He then turned his head, his vision passing through the city walls to the Wizard Tower in the eastern part of the city, landing in a room on the tower’s top floor.

It was furnished like a Princess’s room in a fairy tale.

Pale pink silk curtains hung like layered clouds around a four-poster bed delicately carved, Annie sat on a plush carpet, with so dolls, little houses, and small clothes laid in front of her.

"Co, Fran, how about we change clothes."

"Let’s wear this little dress."

"Hehe, looks so pretty, much more handso."

The Annie before him too was an entity frozen by Ti, her image still retained that of when Lynch first saw her years ago, still with the appearance of a five or six-year-old girl.

As for her soul...

It seed to have not changed much either, under Lynch’s conscious indulgence and Annie’s own will, she hadn’t ’grown up’ over the years, perhaps her cognitive ability enhanced, but her spirit still remained in a child’s mind.

So in her case, how should her Ti be calculated? Is Ti flowing for her, or is it stalled?

Lynch pondered silently.

These contemplations lasted day and night.

He no longer rembered how long he had been at this tower, perhaps a few days? A few weeks? Even months?

Anyway, he stayed at the tower every day, watching the sunrise and sunset, observing the city’s changes below, watching each entity here, seeking to comprehend the Ti Law.

Ti Magic.

Among all the Magic Knowledge he studied and mastered, it was undoubtedly the most profound and mysterious subject, even after many years, Lynch dared not claim full understanding, having only grasped so basics.

These things cannot be learned solely from books; observation and comprehension are required.

He needed to witness the dynamic changes of things, the birth, aging, sickness, and death of a life, observe the changing landscapes of regions.

Only through constant observation, recording, and comprehension can the mysterious truth be grasped.

"Ti Law... really an interesting subject."

"Maybe..."

"On the day of comprehension, it might not be far from true Truth and Eternity."

Lynch pondered silently.

...

Light Church, Light Chapel.

It was night.

Night wind swept through the long corridors of the Light Church, pouring into the spacious hall.

Murmured prayer chants arose, the Holy Daughter of Light Alya continued her daily prayers as usual.

The night wind brushed Hasrant, the Light Knight standing motionless like a sculpture suddenly moved his legs slightly.

Though he moved lightly, Alya keenly noticed.

The Saintess paused her ditation and asked puzzled, "Is there anything wrong?"

Having stood guard for so many years, she was accustod to Hasrant’s every movent; such a deviation had never occurred before.

Hasrant replied, "Suddenly my knees feel a bit sore."

"Sore?"

Alya was puzzled, "No high-intensity tasks have been executed recently, right?"

Hasrant nodded, "Yes, this hasn’t happened before."

Pausing for a mont, he smiled slightly and said, "After all, I’m getting old, my physical functions have started to decline."

Calculating his age, he was about sixty now, considered absolutely aged for this era.

Before Lynch moved to Feiyan City, the average life expectancy here was less than forty years; even though it had increased due to peace and Magic, sixty was still rare.

Most elders of this age were basking in the sun or resting at ho awaiting the end, yet he continued to stand guard here, which itself was an intense duty.

However, Alya seed unaware of this, rely rationally judged, "If uncomfortable, let the Priest treat you later."

Her words were devoid of personal emotion, even though before her stood a Light Knight who had guarded her for decades.

She was like this, calm towards everything, like a machine devoid of cold emotions.

’Perhaps she will never have emotions toward .’ Hasrant felt so regret.

But this regret was soon flattened, as he had long beco accustod.

Never thinking of gaining anything from Alya.

Just guarding her, standing there, always watching her, was enough.

"Yes!"

He nodded, replied with full energy.