Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 829 - 7: Time Rule and Time Rule

Lynch’s silhouette rged into the distorted light and shadow, as if stepping into the domain of another dinsion.

Everything before his eyes had lost its normalcy. The ancient towering trees experienced the cycle of growth, flourishing, withering, and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye. So parts still bore tender green buds, while other branches had turned into charred bones.

The vines sotis squird madly like giant pythons, sotis solidified mid-air like dark green crystal sculptures. The grass on the ground flickered between verdant green and withered yellow, as if countless invisible hands were manipulating the hands of ti.

The light here was torn apart into fragnts, forming twisted light bands like visions seen through a broken prism.

The Space itself presented unstable folds; nearby stones might be out of reach, while distant tree shadows seed within arm’s reach. In the air lingered a sense of chaos from Ti Acceleration, deceleration, and even reversal, causing dizziness and vertigo.

In the center of this chaos, Lynch was enveloped by a thin yet tough pale blue aura.

This was not an ordinary Magic Shield, but a barrier woven by the power of Ti Rule. Countless tiny ti runes flowed on the surface of the shield, flickering with a sophisticated rhythm, constantly adjusting their frequency to achieve a dynamic balance with the surrounding turbulent ti currents.

It was precisely this Rule Level shield that allowed Lynch to remain whole in this distorted domain of ti. Outside the shield, a falling leaf completed the entire process from bud to decay in an instant; inside the shield, Lynch’s breathing was steady, his steps composed.

Without protection of the sa level, any intruder would be torn apart in this temporal maze—

Perhaps aging to dust the mont they stepped in, or forever frozen in a mont of ti, or endlessly leaping between spaces of ti until their consciousness collapsed. This was the cetery of ti, also the testing ground of rules.

Lynch stood amid the grotesque and kaleidoscopic twisted forest, keenly observing the frantically changing scene outside the shield. "Such peculiar energy fluctuations," he murmured to himself, "so chaotic and disorderly, yet faintly adhering to so kind of trajectory... Could this also be an extre form of ti rule manifestation?"

With a touch of curiosity, he made a move that would make any onlooker’s heart pound—he slowly raised his right hand and carefully extended a section of his left index finger beyond the protective range of the pale blue shield.

The mont the fingertip left the shield’s protection, a mutation broke out!

That section of the finger began to age rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The skin instantly lost its luster, covered with deep wrinkles, then shriveled, turned black, and rotted, as if enduring decades or even centuries of ti erosion in an instant.

Soon after, the skin and flesh peeled away, revealing the white bones underneath, which too were not spared, swiftly becoming brittle and yellowed, ultimately turning to dust like millennia-old weathering, dispersing into the chaotic light and shadow.

The entire process lasted but a brief mont, and a perfectly good finger had utterly disappeared.

Lynch’s expression remained unchanged as he calmly withdrew his arm, looking at the bare stump of his left index finger. In the next mont, with a re thought, without needing incantations or gestures.

In the spot where the finger was lost, the light and shadow twisted and retreated, like an invisible loom rewinding the threads of ti. Flesh, bone, nerves, skin... all the material and structure that constituted the finger were restored along the tiline, from nothingness to reality.

In just the blink of an eye, a finger as whole and indistinguishable from before had regrown, complete with every minute fingerprint perfectly reproduced.

After advancing to the Rule Level, the so-called Ti Magic had long since rged with his being. He was a living embodint of Ti Rule, and manipulating ti for him had beco as instinctual as breathing.

What he had just done was rely a localized Retrospect of the ti state of his finger to a "save point" before its destruction.

As long as the source of his rules remained intact and his consciousness persisted, within the bounds allowed by this Ti Rule, he stood virtually invincible.

Lynch gazed at the newly restored finger, a slight energy fluctuation lingered at the fingertip, harmonizing with his own Ti Rule yet appearing more chaotic and disorderly.

He murmured to himself, "Indeed, it’s a manifestation of ti rule... only, it seems fundantally different from the order I command in its flow? More inclined toward... chaos and breakdown?"

Imrsed in analyzing and pondering these rules, suddenly, a clear voice like a silver bell pierced through the hum of surrounding temporal disarray and reached his ears distinctly.

"Haha! Lynch, co quickly, look at this beautiful flower!"

The instant he heard the voice, Lynch felt as if struck by silent thunder, his body trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Despite nearly two hundred years having passed, filled with countless life and death experiences and changes, this voice was recognized by him imdiately and clearly, as if it were imprinted on the deepest part of his soul —

It was Avery!

His heart instantly filled with an indescribable urgency and flutter, discarding any further analysis of the surrounding rule disturbance, he imdiately followed the direction of the voice and hurriedly walked towards it.

Pushing through a few abnormal shrubs that constantly switched between states of stillness and wild growth, the scenery opened up, revealing a small relatively "peaceful" clearing in the forest.

In the clearing, the sunlight was warm, the grass lush, in stark contrast to the surrounding twisted and chaotic environnt, as if an independently isolated slice of tranquil ti and space.

And on that soft lawn, a very familiar figure was crouched there.

It was Avery.

She wore a light purple knee-length dress, her flaxen hair shimring with warmth under the sunlight, as youthful and radiant as in his mory. She was carefully touching a lightly glowing blue flower blooming on the grass, her face glowing with an immaculate, dazzling smile.

Beside her stood another figure—unmistakably Lynch himself in his youth! His face still bore traces of apprenticeship naivety, clad in a simple gray apprentice robe, his eyes exuding a gentle and focused regard for the young girl in front of him.

"Lynch, co quickly!" Avery turned her head, waved to young Lynch with a sweet smile, "Look at these petals, don’t they resemble the glow of a Starlight Stone? Let’s bring it back to plant in the castle, shall we?"

Young Lynch knelt to inspect the flower closely, responding gently, "Indeed, it’s beautiful. However, Avery, this ’Starlight Orchid’ requires a very specific environnt, the castle garden may not suit its growth."

"Oh... is that so..."

Avery pouted slightly, but quickly smiled again, naturally extending her hand to grab young Lynch’s wrist, gently shaking it, "Then let’s co here often to visit it! After all, you promised to explore this Forest with , no backing out allowed!"

Young Lynch glanced at their intertwined hands, blushing slightly, he averted his gaze bashfully, yet his voice was firm, "Mmhm, a promise to you, I won’t back out of it."

The scene before him was as beautiful as a fragile dream.

Standing amidst the turbulent ti flow, Lynch quietly watched this scene playing out anew after two hundred years of elapsed ti, his gray eyes, capable of mastering ti itself, filled with indescribably complex and unfathomable emotions.

He knew this was not the real Avery, but rely a vivid shadow of her, captured and cyclically replayed by the power of this area when she was engulfed in the ti flux, a mory fragnt engraved deeply.