Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 557 - 16: Desert of Decay

When the final deep brown fragnt, carrying the desolation of the earth and the weathering of rocks, rged into Lynch’s sea of consciousness, a certain invisible, sturdy barrier was finally completely shattered!

Buzz——!

A torrent of rules, far more imnse, pure, and fundantal than ever before, exploded in his spiritual world! No longer scattered fragnts, but a more complete and profound tapestry unfurled slowly before his eyes.

He "saw" the deeper veins of the decay rule—

It is not just destruction and termination but a forced "state transition," a path where matter and energy move from order to chaos, from existence to void. This rule was engraved into his soul like a brand, altering his perception of the surrounding world dramatically.

In Lynch’s current vision, the vitality that seed abundant in Spring Garden was flowing with countless dense gray threads, representing decay and disintegration at its base.

He could even faintly perceive the space itself, the space law maintaining the cage of millions of square kiloters, at its core entwined with strands belonging to the "decay" rule power. It was these that constituted the indestructible labyrinth walls.

[Decaying Domain Lv1]

"So this is the knowledge of domain level?" Lynch stroked his chin, intrigued.

A sense of control erged, though still faint, yet no longer ignorant like a novice.

With a slight change in his thoughts, the power of decay swirling at his fingertips was no longer simply green or dark but presented a more restrained, profound gray-white hue, containing a rule destructive force more than ten tis mightier than before!

At the sa ti.

Rumble!

A thunderous sound suddenly echoed from the sky.

A pure, concentrated gigantic beam, as if piercing through heaven and earth, unexpectedly fell from the false sky of Spring Garden! It tore the twisted lights, ignoring the distance of space, precisely illuminating the center of a peculiar basin composed of countless giant crystal clusters, not far from Lynch!

That beam was not an energy attack but more like guidance, an affirmation. The area enveloped by the light beam, those twisted crystals, flamboyant flowers, even the agitated life energy particles in the air, instantly fell into a strange stagnation, as if pressed by a pause button, even the light stopped flickering.

"Hmm?"

Lynch’s gaze locked onto the falling point of the beam in a flash. Without the slightest hesitation, his figure beca a gray shadow, crossing the distance in a few flickers, appearing at the center of the crystal basin under the beam.

At the core of the beam, space twisted, folded, and reorganized violently.

A teleportation gate was constructing visibly fast!

It was not a conventional magic portal, its edges woven from countless fine chains of runes that were continuously decaying and reborn, while the door fra itself resembled withered giant tree roots, gnarled and intertwined, exuding an ancient and decaying aura.

The scene inside was not a stable passage but a slowly rotating, abyss-like gray-green vortex, occasionally flashing fragnts of spatial scenes and distorted life light shadows, hinting at the aura leading to unknown lands.

Strong spatial fluctuations mixed with pure decay rule power emanated from the portal.

Lynch could distinctly feel this was the passage out of Spring Garden! The spatial labyrinth walls that had bound him for months lted away like snow the mont the teleportation gate appeared. Every fragnt he absorbed ultimately converged into this key to unlock the cage.

Lynch stood before the teleportation gate, feeling the aura erging from inside resonating subtly with his newly acquired domain power.

He glanced back at this twisted garden that had imprisoned him for months yet also transford him. Those eerie plants, lurking monsters, flowing fluorescent rivers... now all appeared under a clearer filter representing "eventual decay" in his eyes.

"Decaying Domain Lv1..." he murmured, eyes brimming with interest. "This is just the beginning. What’s the next stop?"

Without a hint of regret, he stepped forth, his figure rging into the gray-green, ever-rotating vortex.

The teleportation gate, upon his entrance, had its chains of runes rapidly decay and disintegrate, the entire door fra quickly withered, weathered, eventually dissipating alongside the beam into the false sky of Spring Garden, as if it had never appeared.

Seemingly a small step across, upon reappearance, Lynch was already in a strange land, here is...

A desert.

As far as the eye could see, an endless sea of sand extending to the horizon, rging with the equally gray-toned sky.

The sand here was not the usual golden or brown but an unsettling gray-white, like the ashes of a burnt-out fire, carrying an icy texture deep into the bones. The sand grains were extrely fine, yet lifeless, offering no soft feeling but instead a sensation akin to stepping on solidified ash, heavy and cumberso.

The air dry enough to deplete the last hint of moisture from the lungs, yet without a gust of wind. Absolute silence enveloped this world, no insect chirps, no wind whispers, deathly silent enough to hear one’s blood flow.

No cacti, no dry grass, no sign of any life, only rolling dunes like solidified giant waves, outlining monotonous and despairing lines.

The sky was low, sallow, devoid of the sun, just an oppressive, uniform light source, shrouding the entire desert in a bleak, warmth-less light. This light could not dispel the coldness, instead adding a touch of eerie and sinister.

The heat here did not co from sunlight but from the desert itself—

A cold, inward-collapsing "heat."

The sand grains seed to emit a weak radiation slowly, not scalding, but a bizarre energy capable of extracting life force, accelerating material decay. Just standing here, Lynch could feel a faint dry rubbing sensation on his skin, like being scratched by an invisible sandpaper, while his magic power operation felt slightly more sluggish than usual.

"Such a... complete dead domain." Lynch observed.

Just then, the map carrying the Trial Road information, close to his body, suddenly heated up vigorously, simultaneously emitting an unstable energy fluctuation!

Lynch imdiately took it out. The forr ancient leather map surface was now flashing with uncertain micro-light, as if currents were chaotic inside.

The cursor representing his position remained stable at the center, but vast surrounding areas were no longer blank or blurred contours. Instead, several place nas clearly erged, outlined with dark red, like dried blood stains:

[Desert of Decay]