Chapter 709: Chapter 15: Disrupted

As Alfred’s voice fell, the Spiritual Field around him surged wildly like a flood breaking its banks! It was not just a simple quantitative change, but also a qualitative transformation, as if it had connected to some distant and terrifying source of Death.

Behind him, the originally faintly visible giant black shadow suddenly became clear and solid!

It was a terrifying silhouette beyond words, seemingly woven from the purest shadows and Death Rules, constantly twisting and changing.

At times, it resembled a giant humanoid shrouded in a tattered cloak, at other times transforming into a twisted mass of flesh covered in countless wailing faces, and sometimes spreading into a patch of absolute darkness that devoured light… the only constant was the extreme stillness and sense of finality that froze the soul, emanating from it!

Lynch’s face grew somber.

Though he could sense that the spiritual power level from the shadow was about mid-Domain, similar to his own, what truly made his heart pound was the almost tangible trace of Rule Power entwined in that shadow!

It was a terrifying power that transcended ordinary Domain energy, closer to the essence of the world! It’s the authority that only those who touch the edge of Truth can begin to control! Alfred had preemptively invoked a trace of the true Death Rule with those eerie eyes!

As Lynch concentrated fully, the power of his Triple Domain rapidly circulated within his body, preparing to face this unprecedented attack—

Rumble!!!

Without warning, a violent roar, as if heaven and earth were overturning, echoed from the distant sky! This sound was so immense that it instantly drowned out all energy fluctuations and murderous intent in the canyon!

Both men turned their heads sharply, almost simultaneously!

At the horizon, an invisible giant hand seemed to have torn open a massive rift in that grey-white chaotic sky! Countless Death Storms, reaching from heaven to earth, began to form and converge, writhing madly and merging like a black world-ending python!

And among them, the thickest and most violently destructive black whirlwind was hurtling toward the canyon region where they stood at an unimaginable speed!

Where it passed, Space shattered inch by inch, the earth was plowed into bottomless ravines, all matter and energy sucked in and annihilated into the most primordial particles!

This was a calamity at the Domain level of the Lost Tower, a destructive force at the level of Rules, a presence that they, at their current stage, could not confront directly!

Alfred’s rapidly rising Spiritual Field suddenly faltered, and the terrifying death shadow behind him fluctuated violently, becoming somewhat unstable. He furrowed his brow tightly, looked at the approaching Death Storm, then at the prepared Lynch, with a flash of extreme unwillingness and anger in his eyes.

Finally, the terrifying aura around him receded swiftly like a tide, the shadow behind him dissipated into nothingness. He coldly snorted at Lynch, his voice like ice shards colliding:

“Hmph! Today’s luck is on your side.”

“But the next time we meet…” his gray eyes shimmered with a serpent-like cold light, “won’t be so lucky.”

“Cherish the time you have left… my dear ’friend’.”

Before his voice faded, he transformed into a shadow, vanishing into the distance of the wasteland, moving in the opposite direction of the storm, and disappeared at an astonishing speed with a few flickers.

Lynch made no attempt to stop him, nor could he. He furrowed his brow, gazing in the direction Alfred vanished, his doubts deepening.

The speed at which this guy’s strength was increasing defied common sense, those Death God’s eyes and the Death Rule they represented seemed far more eerie and powerful than he imagined.

“Hmm?”

As he pondered, the corner of his eye inadvertently caught sight of a fissure on the canyon rock wall not far away.

There, a small cluster of forest-white flame remained!

It was about the size of a thumb, quietly burning, emanating a cold deathly aura, in stark contrast to the gray-black rock around it. It seemed exceedingly difficult to extinguish, remaining stubbornly even though its master was long gone, like a strange white flower blooming in the absolute land of death.

It was the strange flame Alfred previously used to counteract the Space Black Hole, transforming into a Flame Giant Python!

Lynch raised an eyebrow, a flash of interest in his gaze. He drifted over, cautiously avoiding the unsettling cold aura of the flame itself.

He then drew from his Space Ring a special transparent glass container, its inner wall engraved with multiple isolating and stabilizing runes. He carefully guided it with spiritual power, separating the forest-white flame from the rock wall, gently moving it into the container.

At the moment the flame entered the bottle, the runes on the container’s wall immediately illuminated with a faint glow, forming an invisible barrier, sealing it completely within.

Lynch raised the container, carefully observing the flickering pale flame within. Perhaps… this was the key clue to understanding the root of Alfred’s power and the eerie speed of his rise.

Putting away the container, Lynch lingered no longer, casting a glance at the increasingly near destructive storm, his form flickered, swiftly leaving the canyon that had become ever more perilous.

…

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, months had passed.

Lynch’s silhouette still remained active on the ninety-ninth floor of the Lost Tower. Unlike the lower levels that could be swiftly swept through, from this floor onward, the ascent became suddenly heavy and slow, indeed, arduous.

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Every Magic Creation here securely stood at the threshold of Domain Level strength, among them, many powerful presences had reached mid-Domain strength.

They were no longer the “experience bags” that could be casually harvested, but strong adversaries that required vigilant preparation and consumed vast amounts of mental energy and Time to defeat. Each battle could evolve into a prolonged war of attrition, needing careful strategy, formidable strength, and a bit of luck.

To completely clear this floor and acquire full knowledge inheritance, the difficulty is imaginable. This is not only a test of strength but also a massive challenge to patience, perseverance, and resource reserves.

However, for Lynch, even such a difficult challenge offers efficiency far exceeding that of many years spent contemplating and researching ancient texts in the outside world.

Cultivating comprehension, especially at the Domain level, often did not show noticeable progress over years or even decades, the sense of stagnation as if treading in place enough to drive most Wizards to despair.

But here, every time he defeated a strong Magic Creation, the cold system prompt accompanying the rise in skill level, the real domain knowledge fragments flooding into his mind, all manifested visible growth!

This feeling of getting immediate feedback for every bit of effort greatly motivated Lynch, allowing him to calmly endure and persist in this desolate, dead floor.

Thus, over the past few months, Lynch’s life formed a stable and efficient cyclical pattern:

He relied on the safe zones scattered throughout as temporary bases and supply points. Each time he ventured outward, he did so like the most experienced hunter, carefully scouting, cautiously engaging, and launching battles with those powerful domain-level Magic Creations, in risky and intense combat. In the battles, he honed his Spells, familiarized himself with his surged Strength, and absorbed precious knowledge.

After the battle ended, he returned to the safe zone, or entered the [Time Hut] he carried with him.

There, the flow of external Time was greatly slowed, granting him ample and quiet Time to digest the spoils of battle, to merge the acquired knowledge fragments with his existing system, further refining the Spirit Law, deepening understanding of Space, Time, and Decay domains.

Simultaneously, he didn’t neglect Magic research. The glass container seized from Alfred’s hand, burning with forest-white flame, was placed in the most prominent position in the laboratory.

Whenever free, Lynch would employ various means, attempting to analyze the composition of this strange flame, the Death Rules it contained, and its deep connection to the Eye of Death God.

Although progress was slow, each small discovery added to his understanding of Alfred’s power system, and the essence of those eerie eyes one step further…

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