Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 710 - 16: The Identity of the White Flame

Ninetieth floor of the Lost Tower, deep within a secret underground cave.

The magical lamps hanging on the rough rock walls emit a steady, soft white light, with the lamp wick occasionally making a faint "sizzle" sound, dispelling the eternal dimness inside the cave and illuminating this small space as bright as day.

This place is cleverly arranged into a fully functional magic laboratory.

At the center is a broad, rectangular experint table made of so dark-colored tal, with complex cooling and energy diversion runes engraved on its surface, currently glowing faintly.

On either side of the table, there are several shelves made of the sa material, neatly displaying a variety of glass vessels, crystal crucibles, grinding tools, and nurous labeled bottles and jars.

They contain strange biological organs, store powders or liquids of different colors, and even so confined, slightly squirming energy masses.

This is not a makeshift space opened by Lynch, but his portable mobile base—

An alchemical masterpiece bought at no small cost from the Wizard Market: [Portable Alchemy Laboratory].

This magical item has a permanent expansion space array inside, perfectly replicating all the facilities of a standard wizard laboratory, which can be taken out and unfolded anyti from the space ring, greatly facilitating his research needs in the wild or in special environnts like the Lost Tower.

At this mont, Lynch is standing fully focused in front of the experint table.

His experintal subject, tightly confined at the center of a transparent force field defined by three isolation runes, is that cluster of spectral white fla left from Alfred’s battle, constantly flickering!

The fla is only thumb-sized, yet it emits a chilling and deathly stillness that is unsettling. It burns quietly, like a pale flower from the Netherworld, starkly out of place with the other active energy reactions in the laboratory.

Wearing specially-made isolation gloves, Lynch holds an energy probe with a pure sapphire embedded at its tip in his hand.

He cautiously maneuvers the probe, moving it extrely slowly closer to that spectral white fla, attempting to guide a faint wisp of the fla into a prepared circular crystal plate engraved with analytical runes beside it.

However, just as the tip of the probe is about to touch the pale fla—

Hiss!

The cluster of fla seems to have a life of its own, suddenly shooting up a small wisp, voluntarily winding around the sapphire-tipped probe!

An extre cold rapidly spreads along the probe, with the sapphire at the tip losing its luster at a visible speed, a layer of gray-white frost covering its surface, rapidly spreading downward, its internal structure being ravaged by a bizarre death energy!

Lynch frowns slightly, imdiately cutting off the energy supply to the probe and swiftly tossing it into a stone trough filled with neutralizing solution beside him.

The probe falls into the solution, emitting intense "sizzle" sounds, releasing a large number of gray-white bubbles, before calming down after a while, but the sapphire at the tip is completely ruined, covered with cracks.

"Energy erosion is extrely strong, highly repellent and destructive to most energy carriers..." Lynch murmurs, quickly recording the observation results with a magical quill in the experint log, "Conventional energy guidance thods are ineffective."

He sets down the log and tries another approach. This ti, he takes out a thin, highly energy-sensitive superconducting crystal shard, attempting to remotely sense and record the energy oscillation frequency of the fla without direct contact.

Suspended above the fla by spiritual power, the crystal shard initially trembles slightly, with fine, ever-changing ripples appearing on its surface.

But soon, these ripples beco chaotic and distorted, and ultimately, the entire superconducting crystal begins to dim, losing its luster, as though undergoing the ravages of a thousand years in an instant, turning fragile and brittle, breaking with a light "crack" sound into several useless fragnts, drifting down.

"...Even indirect energy sensing is subject to strong interference and erosion? This trait of death..." Lynch’s gaze becos more focused, and instead of becoming frustrated, his interest grows deeper.

He ponders for a mont, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes. He extends his right hand, a trace of finely condensed [Power of Decay] swirling around his fingertips. This is a rule-level power, which might contend with it.

He carefully separates a thread of gray-black energy finer than a hair, slowly probing toward that pale fla.

This ti, the pale fla does not imdiately initiate erosion. The rule powers, both representing "termination" and "demise," make contact, collide, and tentatively probe each other at an exceedingly minute level.

The laboratory is silent, with only the faint sound of the magic lantern burning and Lynch’s steady breathing. His forehead beads with fine sweat, as the control over spiritual power requires extre precision, with the slightest error potentially causing rule power backlash or directly destroying the fragile fla sample.

Finally, under the extre restraint of the Power of Decay, a tiny particle, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, of the pale fla, is successfully and slowly separated from the main body and guided into a specially prepared crystal prism, engraved with the strongest stabilizing runes and internally vacuud.

Successful capture!

Lynch imdiately cuts off the Power of Decay, exhaling a long breath. He swiftly places the crystal prism onto the analysis array at the center of the experint table.

Buzz!

The analysis array lights up, countless tiny light threads winding around the crystal prism, beginning to scan and analyze this small spark from all angles.

Beside the experint table, the large crystal screen shows a torrent of data cascading like a waterfall, countless complex paraters, energy spectra, and rule fragnt information being extracted, magnified, and attempted to parse.

Lynch stares intently at the screen, his gray eyes reflecting the rapidly flowing data stream.

This process lasts for a considerable ti. Suddenly, the data stream on the screen pauses abruptly, with an extrely complex energy structure model, imbued with a certain cold order, successfully constructed and highlighted! Although still incomplete, it clearly showcases a core structure vastly different from common negative energy and shadow energy!

Almost simultaneously, the cold system notification sound dutifully rings in his mind.

And with the sound, Lynch finally learns the origin and identity of this white fla Alfred has been using all along.

Lynch squints his eyes, looking at the prompt popping up on the system panel:

"I see... So this guy actually got hold of this kind of thing..."