Chapter 703: Chapter 9: Mighty Mid Domain

Lynch slowly opened his eyes, and in the depths of his gray pupils, it seemed as if a starry whirlpool slowly settled, returning to a deeper tranquility. He sensed the state of power within him, entirely different from before his meditation, a sense of unprecedented fullness and control flowed through his limbs and bones, even into the depths of his soul.

He stood up and simply stretched his hands and feet, every slight movement seemed to trigger a gentle resonance with the surrounding energy.

The most immediate change came from his spiritual power.

If the spiritual power before was a surging river, then at this moment, what his Sea of Consciousness held was an endless, unfathomable spiritual ocean!

Its volume, density, and quality had all undergone a revolutionary transformation. With a slight thought, the vast spiritual power moved as if an arm commanded it, circulating seamlessly without a trace of hesitation.

He instinctively summoned the system panel, his eyes landing on a crucial line of data:

[Spirit: 33,286,186]

Over thirty million!

A truly terrifying number!

Lynch clearly remembered that before the breakthrough, his spiritual power’s strength hovered around three to four million. And now, this value had skyrocketed more than tenfold!

This was a fundamental leap, the most direct manifestation of ascension to a higher level of life. The vast spiritual power was like a slumbering giant beast, containing a terrifying power capable of altering the heavens and the earth beneath its calm exterior.

“An increase of more than tenfold… Mid Domain, indeed, is a huge watershed.” Lynch muttered to himself, unable to hide the astonishment in his eyes. This level of improvement far exceeded any of his previous advancements.

To more intuitively test how much change this surge in power could bring in this environment where rule suppression was extremely strong, he focused his mind slightly, attempting to perform a spatial flash, which was both the most fundamental and the most testing of power control.

Buzz!

The laws of space around him fluctuated briefly, almost imperceptibly.

In the next instant, his figure had already appeared several kilometers away! The entire process was exceptionally smooth, without any of the previous feeling of struggling “squeezing” through thick glue or massive consumption.

“Several kilometers…” Lynch stood on the black sand, looking back towards the cave where he had just been, with a clearer understanding in his heart.

On this eighty-third floor, the rule suppression was much stronger than on the eighty-first floor.

Before this, even exerting his full strength, he could only flash across a few hundred meters at most, and he would feel distinctly strained. But now, with ease, the distance increased by more than tenfold, and it felt effortlessly fluid!

This was not just an extension of distance, but also indicated that his control over the Space Law had been substantially enhanced in this suppressive environment, allowing him to more effectively counteract the rules here and exert stronger abilities.

Then, he tested the power of several other core domains one by one.

He raised his hand, and the power of [Touch of Decay] required no deliberate concentration. With a thought, a more restrained yet chilling gray mist naturally swirled around his fingertips, its undertones of “decay” and “transformation” deeper, the power incomparable to before.

His gaze swept over a distant hard black boulder, the rule fragments of [Death Storm] circulating in his consciousness. Although still unable to summon on a large scale, a wisp now condensed several folds more solid, a mini black whirlwind capable of tearing space instantly formed in his palm, the compressed destructive energy within it making even himself feel a twinge of fear.

As for the application of [Time Law] and [Spirit Law], although not as intuitively testable as Space Magic, the clearer perception of the surrounding time flow speed, and the subtle control of his spiritual strength like commanding an arm, all unequivocally indicated a huge progress in all aspects.

Every domain ability had significantly strengthened following the tenfold surge in spiritual power and the deepening understanding of rules!

“Phew…” Lynch exhaled slowly, suppressing the slight excitement in his heart due to the surge in strength.

The essential leap in strength undoubtedly provided enormous confidence for him to continue exploring the crisis-ridden higher levels of the Lost Tower. The road ahead remained filled with the unknown and challenges, but at least now, he had stronger means to face them.

He withdrew all external power, his gaze becoming firm and calm, looking deeper into this gobi, towards the direction of the entrance to the next level.

Consolidate the realm, adapt to the power, and then proceed upward.

…

Meanwhile, at the entrance plaza of the Lost Tower.

The vast plaza appeared extraordinarily vacant and desolate after all trialists had entered the tower. The entire square was empty, devoid of any figure, returning to its original solitude.

Only those “Faceless Ones” in tattered black robes, like eternal sentries, silently and regularly paced across the mottled stone floor, exuding an icy, inhuman aura.

On the entire square, only the tower master of the Lost Tower, Naples, dressed in a simple black robe, silently sat under the slowly rotating ghostly purple vortex, seemingly merged with the quietness of the whole square, engaging in daily meditation. There was no energy fluctuation around him, as if he were just a statue.

However, at a certain moment—

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The brow under the shadow of his hood seemed to move imperceptibly, and his closed eyes slowly opened. Those eyes held no astonishment, only an unfathomable calmness, as if reflecting ripples of certain rules.

On the empty ground not far in front of him, the space began to twist and fold unnaturally, as if being crumpled by an invisible hand. This distortion was not like the violent destructive tearing of the “Void Dark Vortex,” but a more intricate, more profound spatial manipulation, with a unique, vast rhythm akin to a starry sea.

Then, a narrow fissure silently bloomed at the center of that twisted space. The edges of the fissure were not jagged, but adorned with brilliant silver runes. Inside was not pure darkness, but a deep, brilliant scene of a miniature rotating galaxy, countless light points flickering within, like a window to another universe.

Deep within that galaxy illusion, a figure was clearly visible. hair and beard all white, face aged yet containing an indescribable vitality, surrounded as if by countless space mirrors in cyclical birth and death. It was the Star Speaker, Gulwige.

His gaze pierced through the infinite spatial distance, accurately landing on Naples in the square, a voice aged yet full of strength, resonating directly in Naples’ heart, peaceful and distant:

“It’s been a long time, Naples, our…”

“Archon.”

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