Stepping into the quiet and familiar laboratory, the heavy stone gate slowly closed behind him, isolating all external sounds. Lynch didn't immediately start any experiments but habitually summoned the system panel, visible only to him, that carried the source of his power.

The light blue screen unfolded clearly in his consciousness, listing data that, even though he had seen it many times before, still made his heart surge with excitement:

[Spirit Law Lv.76]

[Spirit: 58,626,256]

[Space Law Lv.78]

[Time Law Lv.72]

[Decay Law Lv.75]

His gaze swept over these rows of data representing power and knowledge depth, and Lynch couldn't hide his amazement.

The Spirit Law had already risen to Level 76, and the total spiritual power had reached over 58 million, a terrifying number that left most Domain Wizards far behind! This meant he was only four levels away from officially stepping into the late Domain stage, almost within reach!

More astonishing were his three core Knowledge Laws!

Space, Time, Decay—each of these paths is so arduous that ordinary geniuses might spend a lifetime exploring them. Yet at this moment, he had pushed all of them past the 70 level mark and was steadily advancing towards the milestone of Level 80, which signifies the late middle Domain stage!

And all these staggering achievements were accomplished in just thirty years!

"Tsk..."

Although he's been accompanied by this data for some time, every time he focuses his consciousness, an almost unreal sense of astonishment wells up from deep within Lynch.

He knew better than anyone the weight of all this. According to the conventional cultivation path of the Wizard World, for a talented Domain Wizard to evolve the Spirit Law to such a near-late stage level, let alone raise three core Knowledge Laws beyond Level 70, would require millenniums or even longer for accumulating gradual and lucky breakthroughs!

Yet at this moment, he had truly achieved it all in just thirty years!

"The Lost Tower... is truly powerful!" he murmured softly, his tone filled with complex emotions.

This sky-defying improvement efficiency explains why the slots for the Lost Tower are so precious, attracting fierce contention from the Four Great Witch Realms, with each realm only able to send three representatives at the Domain level. As for other slightly less prestigious Wizard Organizations in the Wizard World, they can only dream, with no chance of access.

A midst of surprise, a deeper question resurfaced in Lynch's mind, laced with indescribable mystery and awe:

"What kind of existence is that place, really?"

The unique rules within the Lost Tower, which directly "infuse" knowledge fragments into the trialists, completely overturned his traditional conceptions of knowledge acquisition and power enhancement.

This seemingly direct disruption of the foundational logic of universal laws suggests a truth and principle still shrouded in layers of mist, far beyond his current understanding.

Shaking his head, Lynch dismissed those unanswerable chaotic thoughts about the essence of the Lost Tower from his mind for now.

He knew well that the higher he climbed the Wizard's Road, the more profound knowledge he would encounter, and the more he realized the complexity and depth of this world, far from being as simple as it appears on the surface.

The truths hidden beneath the dust of history and rule facades, perhaps... could only be glimpsed when he truly grasped the Truth and stood on the same level as those ancient existences.

"It's too early to think about these now," he whispered to himself, forcibly pulling back his drifting thoughts.

The urgent task was to digest the gains from this journey, to effectively convert the acquired power and resources into a ladder for his own advancement.

He calmed his somewhat agitated emotions and concentrated fully on the present. Raising his hand, he lightly made a swipe in the void before him—

"Slash!"

An edge-stable, internally dark space crack opened in response. Lynch skillfully reached inside, beginning to take out the "spoils" stored in the Dimension Space one by one and place them on the spacious and sturdy lab bench.

These were all additional gains from his journey to the Lost Tower. Although the greatest wealth was undoubtedly the leap in his Knowledge Laws, these tangible "surprises" were equally priceless.

And when the last item was retrieved, Lynch's breath subconsciously held, his gaze burning as it fell on the center of the lab bench—

It was a large body, although damaged, still exuding powerful energy remnants, with dark red fire lines faintly flowing beneath its skin.

Ragnar's corpse.

A complete, fresh Domain Wizard's remains!

Lynch's eyes involuntarily brightened, like the most astute merchant gazing upon the rarest treasure.

This was not just a powerful corpse, but a moving, precious material treasure house containing all his lifetime cultivation mysteries and bloodline power! Whether for dissecting and studying the energy circuit construction of a Domain strongman or extracting its bloodline essence, it held incalculable research value.

However, for Lynch, the significance of this body was far more than that. It was also a critical key—a key that could unlock further mysteries of the powerful Witchcraft in his possession!

Ifrid's Sword!

This great sword, forged from the incarnation of the Ancient Fire God, had consumed a great deal of his effort to study. However, after successfully promoting it to the middle stage Domain Witchcraft level, all progress in skill level growth had come to a halt, no matter how hard he tried.

Lynch understood very well. This wasn't an issue with his research methods; instead, there seems to be an invisible boundary within this great sword itself.

Conventional research and practice could no longer shake this barrier. It required a key—an intrinsically related force to break through the restraint and elevate it to a higher level.

And Ragnar, who "presented himself," was undoubtedly the perfect "key"!

As the original owner of Ifrid's Sword, Ragnar contained rich and pure Ifrifret bloodline, deeply resonating and connected with the sword's source of power.

"With him... it will surely work!" Lynch felt a surge of strong confidence.

He seemed to already see the scene of Ifrid's Sword breaking through the barrier using Ragnar's bloodline and Domain Core as a catalyst and fuel!

Late Domain stage… and perhaps even reaching the untouchable…

Rules!

Thinking of this possibility, Lynch felt all of his blood boiling. As Ifrid, once a Fourth tier Divine Life, the incarnation-forged weapon had no reason not to reclaim part of its former glory.

If successful, he would possess a Witchcraft of limitless potential, possibly growing alongside him into a Rule level Witchcraft!

"A Rule Grade magical tool..." This thought burned like the hottest flame in his heart, dispelling all fatigue and bringing endless motivation.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lynch's eyes sparkled with focused and excited light, he took a deep breath and dove entirely into a new round of fervent and profound research on Ragnar's remains and Ifrid's Sword.

The glow of the Magic Lamp in the lab stretched his working silhouette long across the floor, as the air began to fill with various glimmers of detection spells and the subtle sounds of material processing.

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