Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 626 - 30: Construction, Time Domain!

Guardian Tower, Ti Hut.

Inside the Ti Hut, the runes on the third stone gate shone like a living galaxy, flowing with a silver-gray brilliance beyond mortal comprehension. The stone gate slid open silently, revealing not a passage, but a... vortex of ti.

Lynch stepped in.

The scenery before his eyes instantly disordered and reassembled. He found himself inside an extraordinarily grand library.

The dod ceiling was high and seemingly extended to the end of ti; the bookshelves, made of so material neither tal nor jade, scintillating with ti particles, stretched infinitely in all dinsions, piled high with thick classics engraved with moving hourglass or ouroboros emblems. The air was filled with the scent of dust and ancient parchnt, yet it felt unusually "fresh," as if it was simultaneously frozen in eternity and born at this instant.

The most eerie thing was ti itself.

Here, there was no linear flow of "past," "present," and "future," only a chaotic yet orderly "existence."

Lynch stood before a bookshelf, his fingertips just touching a heavy to titled "The Paradoxical Stability of Temporal Anchor Points."

As the thought arose, he didn’t even feel the action of picking up the book. In the next mont, he was already seated at a table ford from stardust fragnts, with the book’s pages rapidly turning before him—

No, not turning, the text on the pages flowed into his consciousness like living things, the knowledge of the entire book being understood, absorbed, and digested in an "instant." It was as if the actions of "picking up the book" and "finishing the book" were compressed into the sa point in ti.

"Ah, so anchoring the ’present mont’ requires simultaneously negating the interference of the ’other mont’..." he murmured to himself, closing the to.

Looking up, he saw "himself."

At a reading table composed of slowly rotating stardust in the distance, a slightly younger-looking Lynch, filled with a desire for exploration, was engrossed in a book titled "Basic Applications of Temporal Folds," his brow furrowed in thought.

In another corner, where fragnted clock gears floated, a Lynch with slightly grayer temples and eyes deep and weathered was drawing complex ti-series runes in the void, the trails traced by his fingertips leaving faded ti fragnts.

Even further away, several "Lynches" were in heated debate, their voices echoing and overlapping within the library’s peculiar structure of space-ti:

"The core of the branching theory is the intervention of the observer’s will!"

"No! It’s the irreversible entropy loss in ti reversal dictated by the distortion law that determines inevitability!"

"You’ve all overlooked the ’elasticity’ of ti itself, it allows short-term rebound but ultimately takes the path of least ’wear’..."

Every "Lynch" was him, projections of his different temporal states, separated by the power of the Ti Temple and simultaneously studying the vast knowledge of the Ti Domain. They shared the sa core consciousness, yet possessed independent thought processes, countless "selves" learning, colliding, and verifying at the sa ti.

[Ti Domain Skill Level 1]

[Ti Domain Skill Level 1]

...

The system’s notification sound was no longer a single sound but like the ticking of ti, coming from all directions and from the different "Lynches," converging into an invisible, ever-rising river of skill level.

Every epiphany, every clash of thoughts between different "selves," every arduous understanding of a ti paradox that overturned common sense, would result in an increase in skill level.

Lynch imrsed himself in this unprecedented learning efficiency. He was no longer fighting alone, but rather, countless "selves" battling side by side in the fragnts of ti.

He understood that "Ti Acceleration" was not rely fast-forwarding, but forcibly diluting local ti distortions; he mastered that the essence of "Ti Deceleration" was creating a high-domain ti mire; he glimpsed that "Ti Suspension" was a forbidden threshold that froze all motion and nearly touched the core of the Ti Law; he even began to attempt to touch the edge of the abyss of "Ti Reversal," filled with paradoxes and causal backlash.

Ti in the temple lost its external tric. It might have been a mont, or it could have been a century. When the last problem concerning "The Stability of Ti Sequence Loops" was solved by the oldest "Lynch" projection in the corner and was instantly understood by all other "Lynches," the entire Ti Temple abruptly shook!

Buzz—!

An invisible torrent of ti surged back towards Lynch’s core consciousness! Those projections scattered throughout the library, like tired birds returning to their nest, rged into his being, bringing each of their research results and insights in an instant!

A vast amount of understanding of the essence of ti, formulas, rune models, and law insights, like a flood breaching a dam, frantically poured into the core of Lynch’s Spiritual Sea! This flow of information was so imnse, so profound, carrying the cold, unfeeling, indifferent characteristics of the Ti Law itself, that it struck his soul!

"Ugh—!"

Lynch let out a painful grunt, his body trembling violently in reality. His skin alternated between the tenderness of a baby and the wrinkles of a withered tree; his hair turned snow-white in an instant, then reverted to black in the next; his eyes reflected the birth and death of the universe, the trajectory of stars frantically rotating, collapsing, and reassembling within!

The Ti Law repelled him! It resisted being fully mastered by a "mortal" life form! The pain of constructing the Ti Domain far exceeded the previous two domains! This was the most fundantal challenge to the form of life’s existence!

Lynch gritted his teeth, his gray eyes erupting with an unprecedented determined will. Decaying power flowed within him, battling the disorderly aging and disintegration brought by the Ti Law; the power of space stabilized his Sea of Consciousness, resisting the ti torrent’s erosion and tear.

"Condense... for !"

He roared lowly, channeling all his spiritual power, willpower, and understanding of the essence of ti, and forcefully forging an Alan’s Mark at the core of his Spiritual Sea as if he were forging a divine weapon!

Boom!!!

Deep within the Spiritual Sea, a complex model composed of countless hourglasses flowing with silver light, ouroboros symbols, and ti singularities continuously collapsing and expanding was forming with difficulty under the entanglent of endless ti rune chains!

It was far more complex and unstable than the decayed and space domains, with every rune’s drawing tugging at the universe’s most fundantal Power of Laws!

[Ti Domain Skill Level 1... 1... 1...]

The prompt sound was as dense as a downpour, and the skill level soared wildly in the extre intertwining of pain and epiphany!

When the skill level burst through the final critical point—

[Ti Domain Skill Level reached the critical point!]

[Ti Domain Level 9 → Level 10!]

[Ti Domain construction complete!]

All the lights within the Ti Temple rapidly contracted towards Lynch! The ti flow around him instantly beca viscous and sluggish, then returned to normal the next instant. An invisible small Ti Force Field enveloped him silently. Within this force field, the pace of ti seed to be entirely governed by his will.

Lynch slowly opened his eyes. Deep within his eyes, it seed there were two silver serpents biting each other’s tails, symbolizing the cycle and infinity of ti. He raised his hand, his fingertips twirling with a strand of silver-gray mist that seed to devour light—this was the power of ti that had been preliminarily tad.

Ti Domain, complete!

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