Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 758 - 12: Upheaval

Lynch carefully stored away the Dark Old Tree’s root that contained pure Shadow Power, feeling the stable Law fluctuations within, and his heart settled slightly. He didn’t linger, and imdiately followed the map’s guidance, preparing to head to the next material point to search for the Monster Tree Heart.

However, just as he left the Old Tree Swamp, having walked less than a kiloter—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The ground beneath him—or rather, the vast trunk of the World Species Vadorra—unpredictably began to tremble violently, like an uncontrolled heartbeat!

This tremor didn’t co from a single direction but resonated simultaneously from every corner of the island, as if the entire island itself was experiencing so internal, painful convulsion.

Imdiately after, Lynch keenly perceived that the Elental Energy around him, already restless, exploded like water drops in hot oil! Several streams of mixed colors, in Elental Storms far more extensive than before, blasted out from the island’s depths, rushing toward his location!

Where it passed, Space Distorted, and those bizarrely-shaped trees, whether hard or pliable, were torn to shreds and annihilated in the storm, not even leaving residue.

Lynch’s eyes narrowed, not daring to slacken. Around him, the Triple Domain Force Field instantly layered and solidified, forming an invisible but impervious barrier that securely shielded him within.

"Buzz——!"

The Elental Storm violently struck the Domain Barrier, emitting a nerve-jarring sound of intense friction and Energy annihilation.

Lynch could clearly feel the Defense Domain he had set up shaking violently, as if an opening might be torn in it by this chaotic and frenzied Strength at any mont.

The storm carried an array of destructive energies such as heat, cold, tearing, and corrosion, conflicting yet strangely rging, forming an extrely unstable composite destructive force.

It was long before this sudden Elental Storm receded like a tide, leaving devastation in its wake.

Once the storm completely subsided, Lynch withdrew the defense, his brows tightly furrowed, more solemn than ever before.

"This Elental Storm..."

He muttered to himself. During the storm’s resistance, he was not only defending but also fully perceiving and analyzing the storm’s nature. The analysis’ result cast a deeper shadow over his heart.

The elents in this storm were not just about high concentration and strong energy. The most terrifying aspect was that the elental structure and arrangent forming the storm’s basis had been utterly and completely disrupted!

Fire Elent no longer followed the rules of burning and rising, Water Elent lost its fluidity and penetration traits, Earth Elent abandoned its stability and bearing essence... They were like words in a text entirely scrambled randomly, losing any logic and aning, leaving only pure, chaotic, mutually conflicting energy.

This left Lynch greatly perplexed, even with a chill.

If it were rely a malfunction of a Witch Array on the island, or a rampage of a powerful Demon causing an energy disorder, it usually wouldn’t penetrate to the elental arrangent-level. It’s like a machine malfunctioning might cause component damage or programming errors but wouldn’t change the physical and chemical properties of the tal atoms used in making the components.

Elental arrangent is akin to the fundantal laws that compose this world’s matter and energy, the foundational code for all things’ operations. For instance, on Earth, gravity causes objects to fall, buoyancy makes ships float; these are stable phenona based on fundantal physical laws.

Once this foundational arrangent is disrupted and destroyed, it signifies altering the very foundation on which the world exists and operates.

This is no longer a local malfunction but a disturbance to "reality" itself!

The result is not rely an energy imbalance of an island but triggers a chain reaction, leading to unpredictable and subversive changes in the entire environnt, ecology, and even spatial structures that depend on these foundational Laws for existence!

"The entire world..."

Contemplating this, Lynch’s expression changed. An exceedingly bold, even ludicrous suspicion unrestrainedly erged in his mind.

Could the root cause of such a phenonon that shakes the "fundantal Rules" on a Floating Island, a World Species with relatively complete internal rules, go beyond this Strange Tree Island itself?

Could it be... portending sothing of a more extensive, more fundantal nature...?

"Impossible."

He murmured lowly, forcibly suppressing the overly outlandish idea. But that doubt and unease, like tendrils, quietly coiled around his heart.

...

At the sa ti, at Starry Sky Magic Academy, in the Broken Starry Sky.

In the boundless void, fragnts of stars like solidified tears surrounded a deep darkness at the center, seemingly capable of swallowing all light. Space Truth Guerwige was ditating here, his ditation breathing in sync with the universe itself, perceiving the countless spatial threads sustaining the world.

Suddenly——

His eyes, seemingly embedding the galactic flow, abruptly opened, a trace of unprecedented solemnity flashing through them.

In this mont, the peacefully flowing Space Power around him conveyed a barely perceptible yet heart-palpitating abnormal tremor. It felt more like... one of the "strings" that constitute the space’s foundation was rudely plucked by an invisible hand, emitting a jarring discord.

"This fluctuation..."

He murmured softly, his voice tinged with nearly unprecedented doubt. Without a mont’s hesitation, his form beca blurred and faded like a pencil sketch being erased, vanishing completely from this Broken Starry Sky in the next instant. Truth’s wrath, silent yet swift as lightning.

Elsewhere, in the Land of Freedom, at the Tower of Order.

The tall black spire pierced the clouds, bathed in eternal twilight. On the highest Throne, Eternal Night Truth Morris sat silently like a statue, the order’s Strength around him enveloping and maintaining the domain he governed like an invisible web.

Suddenly, his closed eyelids lifted, revealing eyes as deep as the darkest night sky.

"Hmm?"

A light intonation, tinged with obvious surprise and inquiry. His gaze seed to penetrate the Order Tower’s thick walls, crossing endless Space, accurately fixing on a specific direction. Amidst the countless world noises, he keenly captured an anomaly from that direction.

It was a... familiar yet repugnant "taste," a mad air of order aligned and Law twisted.

"That taste... is that guy?"

He slightly furrowed his brows, his tone low and tinged with disdain. Without a superfluous word, the next mont, the Throne was empty.