Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 565 - 24: Jade’s Advice

At that mont, the sound of footsteps echoed, it was Jeraf, the Witch Master of the Jade Tower.

He approached Lynch and soon stopped at a distance neither too far nor too close behind Lynch, his voice deep yet calm, as if stating an inconsequential fact: "Witch Master Saphiro, this place, after all, is the ’Tower of Decay’."

He paused, his gaze falling upon the massive roots coiling and writhing, flowing with dark green energy, and the walls covered by the ever-changing energy barriers, "’Domain’ is omnipresent here."

Jeraf’s words stopped there, but their aning was clear — this was not the outside world, but the core hub of the Rotten Wood Elder’s Witch Domain!

Even if the Master seed absent from the scene, the ruling will of this Domain’s inherent rules remained supre. Challenging the rules here was equivalent to challenging the Decaying Wood Domain itself! The consequences of such, were beyond the tolerance of individual strength.

Lynch slowly turned his head, his cold gaze landing on Jeraf’s face. Their eyes t, and Jeraf looked back, unruffled, his gaze profound, carrying wisdom and caution born from worldly experience. Lynch was silent for a mont, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes vanished completely, leaving only a deep pool of calm.

He nodded slightly, his voice recovering its previous calmness, yet with a barely perceptible note of approval: "Thank you for the reminder, Witch Master Jeraf."

This "thank you" signified that Lynch accepted Jeraf’s hint, also establishing a subtle bond of trust between them, based on strength and reason, due to the potential crisis and Jeraf’s tily intervention.

Jeraf also nodded, a faint smile, like thawing rock, appeared on his face: "No need. To be able to reach here, everyone’s goal is the sa, nothing but seeking an opportunity."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the few people in the hall, light and shadow playing, his voice lowered with a sense of foresight: "A new Domain...is being conceived. All eyes in the Jade Land are watching here.

"You, I, they...Mystical or not, we all understand. Because this newly born ’Domain’...will ultimately belong to the ’Lord of Erald’. It is...destiny, and also...the only hope."

Since Felvin, the Jade Land had remained lordless, and this Witch Domain has been chaotic for far too long, with collapsed order and broken rules, everyone attacking each other forming their own factions, making the Witch Domain disorderly throughout the years.

Such chaos is extrely brutal, slaughter, bloodshed, violence, cruelty...various scenarios continuously playing out beyond Lynch’s sight.

Therefore,

countless mortals and Wizards alike, anticipate a new will descending upon this land, to knead this shattered land back together.

Lynch raised an eyebrow: "Witch Master Jeraf, what do you an?"

He found it sowhat hard to understand the purpose of Jeraf telling him these things.

Jeraf turned to look at the mural in the hall and said: "I have a premonition that after this trial ends, one of us will reascend the Throne and beco the new master of this land."

He paused, then turned back to Lynch and continued: "I just want to make an agreent with you, when that ti cos, whether it is you, , or anyone else who assus this role, I hope you can honor the agreent, follow this new master, and refrain from doing otherwise."

He spoke with heartfelt seriousness: "The Jade Land can no longer afford greater turmoil."

Lynch shrugged, ambiguously said: "Of course, I respect strength."

A Third Tier powerhouse must indeed be respected, as for the master...

Lynch believes in socialist equality...at least above himself, there must be equality for all, and the rules must not hinder himself.

Otherwise, even if it is the Third Tier...

The current Lynch is not without ans to contend, is he not?

Jeraf watched Lynch’s figure beco calm, a complex light flashed in his eyes, he also turned and returned to his previous seat, focusing again on the runes flowing on the wall, his spiritual power more restrained, like a still ancient well.

Sophia shook her legs, the inky green energy snake at her fingertips began to move slowly again, she looked at Lynch, then at Jeraf, finally her gaze fell on Anderson, who was ditating in the distance, a playful curve appeared at her lips, she also closed her eyes, seemingly dozing, or perhaps perceiving sothing.

The coming trial had to wait until everyone was present to continue, so each of them began ditating and cultivating in their own corner, awaiting.

Ti, within the vast and ancient hall of the Decaying Tower, seed to completely freeze. Or rather, for Wizards who have stepped into the Mystical Realm, the passage of several years bore little difference in aning compared to re days in the mortal world.

Their life forms had long surpassed the linear constraints of ti, ditation, analysis, and deducing the rules was how they spent the long years.

The hall was tranquil and silent, only the faint hum of the liquid jade barrier flowing on the walls, and the deep friction sound of the giant roots on the ceiling slowly creeping, akin to eternal breathing. The air was dense with the scent of decay and magic power, thickening over ti, even forming barely noticeable dark green energy crystals on the ground and roots.

The few Witch Masters sitting cross-legged on the ground, as if becoming the monolithic foundation of the hall.

Lynch resembled an age-old boulder, his aura withdrawn to the extre, even his breathing almost inaudible.

Only when he deduced to a profound point, the intangible perception field of the [Grid Circuit] around him would occasionally ripple with exceedingly subtle energy fluctuations, like water ripples, and then quickly return to calm. A thin layer of dust, composed of decaying debris and energy particles, quietly accumulated on his gray Witch Robe.

Sophia still seated on her "Throne", lounged lazily, the dark green energy snake coiled at her fingertips almost entirely still, like frozen jade.

Her long eyelashes drooped, as if lost in the most profound dream, but the occasional quiver of her lashes revealed a hint of lively spiritual fluctuation, unmistakably her consciousness exploring so splendid sea of knowledge or rules.

Jeraf, like an old monk in silent ditation, his aura carrying a stronger sense of withered detachnt, seemingly rging with the surrounding Power of Decay. The flow of runes on the energy barrier before him appeared to slow exceptionally due to his spiritual imrsion, like insects trapped in amber.

The corner where Anderson sat was akin to a frozen Dead Domain. His aura remained frigid, yet the malice and hostility were forcibly pressed to the deepest layer, leaving only the silence in the effort to nd his wounds.

Occasionally leaking a hint of unstable pure white light, it also bore a sense of frailty. As for Kano, he had completely vanished, his shadowy area lifeless as if empty, only the most acute Perception could catch a trace of elusive, intensely restrained dark pulsation.

Days passed,

has it been days? Months? Or even several years?

In sum,

The remaining Mystic figures gradually passed their respective Trial Roads, reassembling in this Tower.

And when the last Mystic, the Frost Witch Kalsa arrived,

"Finally, everyone is here, thank you all for waiting."

A deep voice resonated from the top of the tower, and soon they saw an elder slowly descending from the stone steps above.

It was the long-absent Rotten Wood Elder, Altonia.