Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 545 - 4: The Eleventh Circuit

In the Ti Hut on the top floor of the Guardian Tower, ti seed to be extended and condensed by an invisible hand. Lynch sat cross-legged, completely still in the nearly liquid arcane energy, like an ancient mountain.

It had been quite so ti since he mastered the Mimicry Circuit. Now, he was fully focused on breaking through to the eleventh mystical circuit critical for the late-stage mystical level—Spiritual Focus!

Unlike the Mimicry Circuit, which embodies the rules and changes forms in mysterious ways, the Spiritual Focus Circuit seeks to delve inward, achieving the ultimate ascension of utilizing spiritual power itself with utmost efficiency!

In the Sea of Consciousness, one hundred thousand points of spiritual power surged endlessly. Yet this ti, Lynch was not widening the riverbed, but sharpening the flow itself! His will was like the most precise carving knife, cautiously outlining an unprecedented, delicate yet strangely rhythmic circuit path deep within the spiritual torrent.

The core of this circuit was "purification" and "focus"!

Each guiding and injection of spiritual power demanded absolute precision and stability. This was not a violent charge but required a unity of body and mind, a ticulous carving to the last minute detail. Any slight mistake would not only result in the failure of constructing the circuit, but could also backfire due to an uncontrolled spiritual power, harming his essence.

Beads of sweat appeared on Lynch’s brow, instantly evaporating in the dense energy surrounding him. His body tensed slightly from the intense focus as all his mind sank completely into the core battlefield of that Spiritual Sea.

"Deep ditation Proficiency 1"

The system’s notification sounded rhythmically deep within his consciousness, recording each tiny progress. Lynch, however, was completely absorbed, all his perceptions concentrated on the gradually forming circuit prototype.

He clearly felt, as the circuit was constructed, the surging spiritual power stream was undergoing a peculiar transformation—originally sowhat loose, needing redundant power to be driven steadily, now it was being compressed, refined, and endowed with stronger stamina and penetration by unseen forces!

Like a rough iron block being forged into refined steel, each "forging" enhanced the "density" and "activity" of the spiritual power, making its response to subtle manipulations more acute.

No one knew how much more tedious and difficult ti had passed.

Finally—

"Zheng!"

A sound not erging by the ear but resonating deep in the soul, like a clear spring dropping onto a jade plate or a harp string plucked at its finest tension, suddenly spread out!

As if an invisible barrier was precisely pierced through, or like beams of scattered light instantly converged into an impeccable light cone!

Inside Lynch’s body, that eleventh mystical circuit—Spiritual Focus—abruptly connected! It was like a brilliant star chain woven from the purest spiritual power crystals, instantly integrating and illuminating the core nodes of the entire mystical circuit system!

Buzz!

An unprecedented clarity swept Lynch’s consciousness!

The entire world appeared vastly different to him "visually." The flow of spiritual power was no longer a vague wave, but transford into the responses of the arms, a ticulously detailed, unblemished stream!

The construction of magic models and energy micro-operation, previously requiring great ntal effort to "restrain" and "guide," now achieved with rely a ntal flicker, as spiritual power acted like the most obedient and precise servant, swiftly reaching with minimal expenditure and maximum efficiency! An unparalleled sense of control and economy filled his being.

"Is this Spiritual Focus?"

Lynch had never felt such refined control over spiritual power before.

He imdiately perford a Flash to a room located in the Tower.

While called a room, a more accurate description would be a unique space, here it seed likened to the Void, devoid of up, down, left, or right, surrounded entirely by darkness.

If well-acquainted with the Space System, any Wizard would imdiately recognize this as a—

Dinsion Space.

This space was created by Lynch using spatial coordinates, seemingly within the Tower but essentially belonging entirely to a different space, specifically for testing spells and conducting so rather dangerous magical experints. The area was dotted with his installed Space Barriers to effectively prevent energy spillage.

Standing in the center of the room, Lynch first took out a test-use Obsidian Target, then raised his right hand.

Without complicated spell chanting, lengthy rune constructions, or even deliberate force mobilization—a re ntal flash, the most basic Fireball Technique model instantly gathered and ford at his fingertip.

However, this Fireball Technique was starkly different!

Under the effect of the Spiritual Focus Circuit, the spiritual power driving this apprentice-level spell was compressed and purified to an astonishing degree! Lynch sensed distinctly that the spiritual power consud was... negligible, probably only one-third or even less than what was necessary to release it normally!

"Whizz—!"

A fireball, only the size of a fist yet condensed like liquid gold, shot out! Its core blazed white, the edges flowed with molten gold-like sheen, the flying path stable without any dispersion, scorching the air at extre temperatures to emit sharp hisses!

The fireball precisely hit the testing strength Obsidian Target in front.

"Hiss—Boom!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a dull yet imnsely penetrating roar, accompanied by the piercing sound of lava eroding rock!

A near foot-deep, mirror-smooth edged ltdown crater appeared prominently on the target! The pit’s interior retained dark red heat, with strands of white vapor steaming up. Its destructive power greatly surpassed several tis that of ordinary Fireball Technique, closely rivaling so powerful Official Wizard single attack spells!

Subsequently, he raised his hand again.

No fancy actions nor lengthy spells, just a re thought.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Muted sounds echoed within the room, bursts of flas suddenly unfolding in the air forming fireballs one after another, densely uncountable, resembling the vast star river, instantly lighting up this dark space.

Then—

"Boom!!!"

Accompanied by an earth-shattering thunderous roar, these countless fireballs amidst the sky simultaneously exploded.

Billions of fireballs furiously self-detonated within the confined Dinsion Space!

No dispersive shockwave, only pure light and heat swallowing everything instantly!

The view was completely filled with boundless, eye-searing pure white, akin to billions of miniature suns concurrently igniting at their cores!

Following closely was the horrifying roar that could tear the eardrums and shatter the soul! It wasn’t the explosion of air but the anguished shriek emitted by the extre energy violently tornting and compressing the spatial structure to its limit, akin to twisted and snapped tal!

The entire Dinsion Space transford into the seething furnace core, liquid-gold destruction energy torrents collided, annihilated, and exploded again, completely evaporating the solid Obsidian Target along with its surrounding space! Only the space barriers before Lynch shuddered intensely, firmly containing this apocalyptic torrent within this narrow purgatory.

Several minutes passed before the space finally cald down.

The testing-used Obsidian Target from before had vanished entirely. Lynch raised his right hand to summon, only so Obsidian dust gathered around his palm.

He then took out an Energy Crystal Ball and sprinkled on these dust.

Soon, a sequence of numbers appeared on the crystal ball:

"128068"