Chapter 702: Chapter 8: Mid Domain

Lynch’s mind stirred, and the cold system interface silently unfolded in his consciousness. Sure enough, at the bottom of the dense spell list, a brand new entry was emitting a faint glow:

[Death Storm Level 0: 1/100000]

Similar to when [Cyan Thunder] appeared before, but the required skill level value is an entire magnitude larger, intuitively highlighting the deeper, more elusive nature of this power.

Meanwhile, a stream of unfamiliar information naturally merged into his awareness. This was not a complete magic model, but rather the foundational principles of the “Death Storm” element, its unique energy fluctuation frequency, and the core rule fragments under that rampant destruction intent.

Just as he had guessed, this was an entirely new element structure he had never encountered before.

The configuration of the internal energy is extremely bizarre and unstable, not a simple mixture of shadow and death laws, but rather a catalytic interaction in a nearly “burning” manner, erupting in a force far exceeding a single law.

This structure differs from any wind or shadow spell he knows, more like a mutated element born from extreme harsh environments, created specifically for destruction.

“A new elemental variant…” Lynch muttered to himself, a thick interest flashing in his eyes.

He slowly spread his palm, focused his mind, attempting to mobilize spiritual power and his own decay/death domain power, meticulously constructing and simulating that unique energy structure according to the faint sense of rules he had just comprehended.

The process was not simple, even somewhat obscure. The violent destructive trait was extremely difficult to control, and any slight misstep in spiritual power would cause the condensed energy structure to collapse instantly, even backfire on himself.

After several failures, Lynch adjusted his strategy, no longer pursuing the complete form, but focusing on replicating the core “destructive intent.”

Finally, in his palm, a faint, candle-sized black vortex slowly took shape.

It quietly rotated, its color that of an ultimate darkness devouring all light, yet the edges strangely agitated and tore at the surrounding small spaces, emitting faint, inaudible “sizzling” sounds.

Despite its insignificant size, the energy strength contained within made Lynch himself feel a hint of fear—just this negligible trace, its energy level shockingly exceeded ten thousand degrees! This is a highly compressed, extremely unstable, terrifying energy aggregate.

“Tsk tsk…” Lynch couldn’t help but marvel quietly, cautiously maintaining the stability of this miniature death storm, “Just preliminary simulation of its core rules, it already holds such power… If it can truly be mastered, forming a scale…”

He couldn’t imagine such a scene. By then, with a wave of his hand, he might truly summon a death storm like the one outside, reaching the sky and earth, annihilating everything.

He dismissed the black vortex from his palm, once again gazing beyond the barrier.

Under the chaotic sky, black storms still raged tirelessly, roaring, like manifestations of timeless destruction. They tore apart everything, swallowed everything, spreading death and extinction across this desolate sand sea.

This scene was filled with cruelty and danger, but in Lynch’s eyes, having fought bitterly and glimpsed a trace of its secrets, this death-enwreathed land held a uniquely stunning and primitive “charm.”

It was the power of rules, one of the most fundamental mighty forces of the universe, violent, yet incredibly “real.”

The sense of fatigue surged up like a tide, the excessive consumption of spiritual power leaving him feeling drained. This place was not suitable for long stays; no one knew when the next “Void Dark Vortex” would form, nor how long the safety zone outside could support him.

He turned to walk deeper into the temple, finding a relatively flat corner among the cold, rugged massive stone pillars, where he could avoid direct sight from outside the barrier.

He sat cross-legged, leaned against the stone wall carved with ancient runes, and slowly closed his eyes, gathering all his scattered thoughts.

He needed to quickly restore his strength and thoroughly digest and absorb the precious gains from the recent chase and adventure analysis—whether it was the initial comprehension of [Death Storm], the honing of his own domain power while fighting against the giant crocodile herd, or the revelations of the sandglass mark and the safety zone rules.

His spirit immersed in meditation, the external roar of the destruction storm gradually isolated, leaving only the faint hum of magic power circulating within and the detailed savoring of rule fragments deep in his consciousness.

…..

After this day, Lynch centered himself on this temple, starting to slowly sweep around.

From the first floor to the eightieth floor, it took him only a few months, but arriving at this eighty-first floor felt like falling into a quagmire, suddenly becoming extremely difficult.

It took him several months to sweep the surrounding area.

Then,

He hurriedly continued with the previous process at the second safe zone using this temple as a springboard.

After the eighty-first-floor sweep ended, Lynch next proceeded to the eighty-second floor.

Step by step sweeping upwards, absorbing the past.

Cultivation, sweeping, acquiring new knowledge.

The days flowed swiftly by, repetitively, cyclically.

Although the domain energy in this Lost Tower was somewhat restricted, the Time Hut placed no such limits.

With the help of the Time Hut, Lynch’s strength also increased rapidly, bit by bit.

[Spirit Law Level 37]

[Spirit Law Level 39]

[Spirit Law Level 40]

…

In the blink of an eye, several years passed.

Lost Tower, eighty-third floor, in a safe zone cave.

“Tick-tock! Tick-tock!”

The ticking sound of the pocket watch echoed in the cave.

Lynch sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor of the cave, meditating.

When time reached a certain moment.

“Tick-tock…”

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Lynch opened his eyes, pressed the stop button on the pocket watch.

Subsequently,

He slowly exhaled a long and scorching breath, as if expelling all the fatigue and impurities accumulated over months or even years from his body. He had just completed a deep meditation, with the surging strength in his Spiritual Sea undergoing a crucial tidal shift, becoming more refined, profound, controlled at will.

His mind moved slightly, and the translucent system interface silently unfolded in his consciousness, the cold yet precise data clearly presented before his eyes:

[Spirit Law Level 51]

Fifty-one levels!

A simple number, yet representing a qualitative leap! A cross of the life level and strength essence!

According to common knowledge in the Wizard World, spirit law below fifty levels belonged to early domain, fifty to eighty levels were mid domain, and the last twenty levels were that unattainable late domain!

At this moment, this line of data undoubtedly announced that Lynch had officially stepped into the gate of mid domain!

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