Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 797 - 13: He Is the Lord of Emerald

Erodion stared at the slowly dissipating clock phantom in the void, and the mysterious rhythm it contained that even his "Ritual Sea" couldn’t fully isolate. For the first ti, his usually tranquil face showed clear astonishnt. His deep voice carried a hint of disbelief:

"Is this... the Ti Rule?!"

To reverse local ti so casually, this was not sothing that the re power of a Domain could explain. Only by touching the realm of Rules that constitute the world’s foundation could it be possible!

Lynch’s figure appeared sowhat hazy amidst the gradually shattering space. He nodded slightly, his tone still calm as if the dangerous confrontation on the consciousness and ti level had never happened:

"Then, let’s end our conversation here today. It was nice eting you again, Master Wizard."

The astonishnt in Erodion’s eyes was quickly replaced by cold anger and a deeper desire to probe. He snorted coldly, his voice echoing in the crumbling space:

"Humph! Indeed, it’s over for now. But... in the future, we will definitely et again. By then, I will properly ’experience’ your complete Ti Rule!"

"Crack... Crack..."

The void space around them, unable to withstand so pressure, began to show spiderweb-like cracks, quickly spreading. Finally, with a soundless boom, the entire conscious space crumbled like a shattered mirror, and all the scenes dissipated into nothingness.

...

Freemasonry Church, beneath the Justice Cathedral, in a dark cave.

Sitting on the stone chair, Erodion suddenly opened his eyes. Those deep eyes no longer showed his usual fanaticism or wisdom but instead emitted a cold, piercing glare mixed with anger and a hint of barely perceptible apprehension.

Leonard, who had been waiting respectfully by his side, imdiately sensed the dramatic change in his teacher’s mood. He cautiously stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, just now... did sothing happen? Your consciousness seed to have fluctuated intensely."

Erodion did not answer imdiately. He was silent for a mont, as if calming his thoughts, then slowly spoke with a slightly strange tone, "Leonard, do you rember... that little apprentice in the Shadow Tower who accidentally obtained the Undying Bird’s Feather during the trials?"

Leonard was stunned for a mont, trying hard to search through the vast river of mory for related fragnts. It was nearly two hundred years ago, and for soone in his current high position, many apprentices’ faces had long blurred. He recalled for a long ti, then with so uncertainty and puzzlent, said:

"Are you referring to... that one nad Lynch? Lynch Valen?"

This was a na that once created a brief "myth" among the lower-level apprentices of the Shadow Tower. Not only because he obtained the precious Undying Bird’s Feather but also because he later did things that even Leonard himself didn’t dare imagine, let alone do—

He openly rescued his student Graham from the Law Enforcent Wizard at Punishnt Square! This incident caused quite a stir within the Tower and throughout the entire Ancient Ruins.

Erodion slowly nodded, confirming his guess.

Leonard’s puzzlent deepened.

Although he later heard that that kid Lynch sohow beca lucky and seed to possess Secret Skill Level strength, such a degree of power was, in theory, far from qualified to catch his teacher’s attention. Why did his teacher suddenly ntion him?

Just as he was at a loss, Erodion’s next calm yet earth-shattering sentence exploded like thunder in his ear!

Erodion said in the most ordinary tone:

"He is Saphiro."

"What?!"

Leonard was shocked, as if struck by a thunderbolt! He widened his eyes in disbelief, his face instantly drained of blood. His mouth slightly opened, yet he couldn’t articulate any complete sentences, his mind only filled with endless roaring and subversive shock!

The once negligible little apprentice he once had to look up to... was actually now the Lord of Erald, whom even the Freemasonry Church had to prepare against with full force?!

...

anwhile, at the ruins of the Shadow Tower, within the Fairy Tavern briefly recreated by the Ti Law.

Lynch slowly opened his eyes. Those gray eyes showed no joy from "defeating" a formidable foe; instead, they furrowed deeply, a layer of weight that couldn’t be dispelled enveloping them.

The recent brief confrontation on the consciousness level didn’t ease him at all; instead, it sent a warning siren blaring in his heart. Erodion’s power far exceeded his previous estimation.

The other party could simply use a single Spiritual Imprint on a believer as a dium to easily drag him, already at Domain Level, into his dominated "Ritual Sea" conscious space!

This terrifying control and penetration on the spiritual level were simply unbelievable.

Don’t be fooled by how he used the Ti Rule in the end, seemingly reversing the battle elegantly and escaping gracefully. Only Lynch himself knew that it was rely a wisp of Erodion’s spiritual power incarnation attached to the imprint!

Just this wisp of incarnation, in the opponent’s conscious domain, forced him to use both his Space and Decay Domains and still faced nurous perils, finally having to resort to his ultimate technique, borrowing a more complete power of Ti from the "future" that the Ti Rule allowed him to access, to barely escape that conscious cage.

"What level of strength has this guy’s true body reached?" Lynch’s expression was serious as he muttered to himself.

He’s definitely at Rule Level, but even among the Rule Level, he seems far from ordinary. Erodion’s use of the Power of Faith and his thod of large-scale imprinting souls all portent strange and dangerous elents.

"What exactly is he trying so hard to achieve?" Lynch gazed at the strand of Lanice’s hair in his hand, seemingly able to see through it the enormous, mist-shrouded net behind the Freemasonry Church. Whether for power or sothing else, Erodion’s plot was definitely not small.

"It seems... I must quickly complete my advancent and step into the true Realm of Rules." Lynch shook his head, temporarily suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind. At this mont, idle speculation was useless; in the face of absolute strength disparity, any sche appeared pale.

Now was precisely the ti when strength was needed the most. Nothing could bring more real security and opportunities for breaking through than the enhancent of his own strength.

With this thought, he no longer hesitated, focusing his mind and summoning the system interface that had accompanied him for so long. His gaze skipped over the already peak or slow-progressing items, finally landing on the currently most crucial one—

[Soul Law lv6 (32625/100000)]