Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 811 - 27: The Calling

Days later, deep within the Dark Forest, near the mist-covered little wooden cabin.

Lynch sat cross-legged on a gnarled ancient tree root, his aura calm as water. He was not engaged in traditional magic power gathering or spell casting practice but had imrsed his consciousness entirely within, cultivating the Soul Law.

This was not reliant on the accumulation of knowledge or the brute force of spiritual power, but a more abstract and difficult inner exploration. His mind seed to transform into the most exacting craftsman, repeatedly scrutinizing and honing the essence of his soul.

Past fragnts flashed back and forth in his mind.

Avery’s worried face, Adam’s hollow shell, even the more distant entanglent with Lanice, the indebtedness to the Yuri Family... these mories and emotions, clear or vague, were scrutinized and dissected by him calmly, as if under a magnifying glass.

He searched for the subtle "marks" and "hidden wounds" left by regret, mistakes, and obsessions on the Soul Map.

Facing these past monts each ti, no longer avoiding them, but attempting to understand them anew with his current mindset and strength, trying to rectify or transcend, it was as if he was smoothing out the corresponding "wrinkles" and "cracks" on his soul in the most fitting way possible.

After an indistinct amount of ti, Lynch slowly opened his eyes, a subtle clarity and relief flickering in his profound gray eyes. He sensed that this targeted introspection and confrontation with the past had solidified the essence of his soul.

With a slight movent of his mind, that familiar system interface unfolded before his eyes. His gaze skipped over those items already at their peak or progressing slowly and settled directly on the most crucial item of the mont—

[Soul Law Level 23 (71259/300000)]

The Soul Law had significantly advanced, reaching Level 23. Lynch understood that this advancent stemd from his proactive handling and sorting out of a series of "uncompleted affairs" and "soul wounds" after returning to this place.

Whether it was sheltering Shirley, making up for old friendships by tracing Adam’s whereabouts, or at a deeper level, intervening in Avery’s situation and the upheaval of this land, all continuously nded certain "gaps" on his soul level.

"Now is the ti when strength is most needed," he murmured as he stared at the pulsating number. Nothing could bring more security and a breakthrough in this chaotic situation than a tangible enhancent of his own power. Seeing the Soul Law advance at such an efficient pace, he was more certain than ever that returning to the Ancient Ruins, facing everything head-on, was the right decision.

He exhaled softly, and the system interface faded from view. The road ahead remained challenging, but with every tiny repair of his soul’s defect, the foundation for stepping into the supre Realm of Rules grew more solid.

Lynch had just withdrawn his consciousness from the deep soul introspection, and the light and shadow of the system panel slowly dissipated before him. The surrounding forest’s silence wrapped the mist-covered area like a thick velvet cloth.

Yet, at that mont—

A low voice, seemingly from ancient prehistory, sounded abruptly by his ear, no, it appeared to be engraved directly onto his soul’s perception:

"Co over..."

The voice was obscure and floating, carrying an indescribable sense of ancientness and gravity.

Imdiately afterward, a brief pause occurred, then the voice sounded again, clearer than before, with explicit direction:

"Co to ..."

Lynch’s brow furrowed slightly, a sharp gleam flickering in his gray eyes.

"Again?" he whispered, his tone carrying a bit of clarity and inquiry.

This wasn’t the first ti he had heard this voice. Ever since residing in this specific area, intermittently, a faint summons would intrude upon his perception. It seed to transcend material boundaries, communicating directly with his soul.

Initially, the voice was extrely weak, resembling a candle flickering in the wind, so obscure he almost mistook it for hallucinations from cultivation. But as he focused on cultivating the Soul Law these days, especially while continuously repairing the "hidden wounds" of his soul, which made it purer and more perceptive, he increasingly sensed this voice was not an illusion. Moreover... it was growing clearer.

Especially recently, after accelerating cultivation using the Ti Rule, and just breaking through the Soul Law to Level 23, this summons beca unprecedentedly clear and genuine, as though the distance between its source and him was invisibly closing.

With a slight pause, Lynch gathered his spirit and, not communicating through air, but rather through pure soul intent, transmitted his inquiry towards the direction the summon ca:

"Who are you?"

His intent was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, carrying vigilance and inquiry.

"Where are you asking to go?"

Lynch’s intent spread out like invisible ripples, yet upon reaching that void, received no response.

The low voice seed to have been severed by a sharp blade, abruptly cut off, leaving only the inherent silence of the Mist Forest, as if everything just now was rely an illusion produced by his overly perceptive soul.

His brow furrowed deeper, a barely noticeable frustration passing through his heart.

"Interrupted again?"

This situation mirrored previous attempts; whenever he tried to reverse trace or communicate, this mysterious link beca extrely unstable, even completely severed.

This made him wonder if the summon itself had so great limitation or defect, capable only of single-directional information transmission, while perhaps the source of that voice couldn’t sense his existence at all.

Seeing that the intent exploration was once again futile, Lynch exhaled softly, temporarily suppressing that investigative mindset. He refocused his spirit, preparing to return his attention to the predetermined cultivation schedule. The Soul Law had just broken through, needing stabilization; it truly shouldn’t be distracted by such elusive, unpredictable phenona.

However, just as his consciousness was about to fully imrse inward, achieving harmonious resonance with the energy flowing around him—

Sudden change erupted!

That voice unexpectedly sounded again without warning!

This ti, it was no longer a vague summons nor fragnted segnts. The tone remained low yet strangely beca stable and clear, as though so obstructed channel had suddenly opened:

"We... we’ve communicated before, have you forgotten? Young apprentice,"

The voice paused slightly, this brief silence seed to carry countless passing tis, an indescribable sense of ancientness and loneliness spread, ultimately condensing into words bearing a certain destiny-like aning:

"I am that lonely soul!"