Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 468 - 33: Welcome!

Holding the Crystal Ball, Lynch extracted a thread of Soul Essence from it.

The Soul Essence within this Crystal Ball is extrely vast, conservatively estimated to be equivalent to a Third-tier Level existence, if not more.

The soul shaped by such a vast Soul Essence is far beyond what a re Wizard Level Frankenstein body could bear. For the first soul cultivation experint, it’s better to be conservative and experint with extracting a thread of Soul Essence first.

Do not underestimate this thread of Soul Essence, even if it is just a thread, it still represents a Wizard Level existence, just enough to match Frankenstein’s current body.

Placing the extracted thread of Soul Essence onto the instrunt in front of him, Lynch’s Spell reached its final step.

He raised both hands and began to release spiritual power to manipulate the elental particles between heaven and earth.

"Whoo whoo!～"

As his spiritual power extended, the Wind Elent Particles between heaven and earth began to beco active. Under Lynch’s consciousness control, these tiny particles started to spin around the Frankenstein in the center, gradually stirring a wind in the once calm laboratory.

The speed of the elental particles’ rotation beca faster and faster, and the number of elental particles involved increased, intensifying the wind.

Soon, a visible green storm ford in the laboratory.

"Crackle... pop!"

A crisp sound echoed, a wisp of purple suddenly appeared in the green storm, a distinctive sign of Wind Elental mutation, indicating the Wind Elent had transford into its mutative elent: Thunder.

According to Lynch’s ongoing research on souls, the fusion of soul and body requires strong energy stimulation to infuse the soul into the body. This strong energy does not refer to how high the Energy Level must be, but rather to forceful stimulation in an extrely short Ti.

And in nature, nothing carries out this task better than the Thunder Elent, renowned for its ferocity.

"Crackle pop!"

The number of mutated wind elents in the storm increased, with the original green storm gradually replaced by purple-blue. The room echoed with incessant sounds like beans frying.

One could clearly see thin streaks of lightning scurrying around the room, hitting walls, tables, cabinets, and other places.

The ceiling above had disappeared at so point, leaving the entire laboratory exposed to the sky.

Unknown to him, thick dark clouds gathered above in the sky, and the purple-blue storm whirling in the laboratory ford a massive Tornado, directly connecting with the dark clouds above.

Lynch raised his right hand, rotating it slowly clockwise, causing the clouds above to rotate as if his hand possessed the power to stir up the elents.

The Wind Elent Particles densely packed within the dark clouds also mutated at this mont, with stripes of purple-blue lightning continuously rolling within, resembling hidden giant pythons.

As the last wisp of green vanished from the storm connecting skyward, transforming into a purely blue-purple storm.

Lynch suddenly swung his right hand downwards—

Countless bolts of lightning fell like droplets of rain from the sky, accurately striking the Magic Array below, hitting Frankenstein therein.

At the sa mont, the Magic Array beneath Frankenstein was fully activated, with all the colorful liquids in the bottles poured instantly onto Frankenstein. These were Magic Potions brewed by Lynch using precious Life Force Magic Materials, filled with rich Life Energy to provide vitality to Frankenstein.

The surrounding tal instrunts also ramped up to maximum at this mont.

In the end, under the control of Lynch’s spiritual will, the extracted thread of Soul Essence was implanted into Frankenstein’s body.

"Crackle—Boom!"

With a loud explosion, an intensely dazzling white light flashed by, as if the entire world suddenly exploded into pure white.

It felt like just a mont.

Yet in that mont, Lynch perceived so strange scenes within the white light.

It seed to be a chaotic and blurry world where a beam of white light tore it apart, and the chaotic energies began to move in irregular rhythms; subsequently, specks of multicolored light started appearing...

An illusion?

The white light flickered away, and the scenes vanished from his eyes.

"Teacher!"

Before Lynch could make sense of it, Annie’s voice interrupted him. She stood on tiptoe, pointing towards Frankenstein: "Teacher, look over there! Look at Fran!"

Lynch turned his head.

Hmm?

He saw Frankenstein, who had been lying quietly, begin to show so irregular, slight twitching.

"Thump thump! Thump thump!"

With heightened hearing, he could distinctly hear the strong beats coming from its heart.

Lynch’s gaze fell on the top of Frankenstein’s head.

Under the Death God’s Vision’s stare, he could clearly see so characters appearing on top of Frankenstein’s head, like clouds and fog, becoming clear from blurry until fully solidified.

It was a series of numbers, reading: 500.

The soul energy corresponding to a Wizard Level and its Life Force is precisely 500 years.

The next second,

Frankenstein’s heavy eyelids lifted open.

The big figure sat up from the ground with a face full of bewildernt.

Lynch was stunned.

Have I... succeeded?

Have I...

Truly succeeded in creating a soul, creating... life?

Although this result was intended, actually witnessing this scene still felt dreamlike to Lynch.

Creating a soul, making genuine life.

This is the realm of Gods!

Annie’s excited voice exploded in Lynch’s ear: "Haha! You succeeded, Teacher, you succeeded!"

"You succeeded in bringing Fran to life!"

...

Artificial Soul!

One of the three major topics in the Wizard World, a subject only the most advanced Wizard Organizations could study.

In nearly ten thousand years of Wizard Civilization, many Wizard Organizations created various ’Artificial Souls’ with various thods, yet without exception, they all fell significantly short of a true Artificial Soul.

Lynch dared not claim his creation was a true Artificial Soul, but his sche had genuinely produced results.

Results other wizards have never before achieved...

...

With the experience of this first success, subsequent endeavors beca much easier, and Lynch went on to create several more Artificial Souls after Frankenstein.

Including, naturally...

Days later, in the laboratory.

A young girl slowly sat up from the experint table, her ethereal large eyes scanning the surroundings, filled with unknowns and confusion.

Lynch witnessed this mont firsthand, unable to suppress a smile on his face.

He approached and took off his Cloak, placing it on the girl, draping his masterpiece.

"Welco,"

He said with a laugh: "Welco to this world, Your Excellency the Light Goddess!"