Time slipped away quietly in focused research, and in the blink of an eye, several months had passed.

In Lynch's laboratory, the magic lamp provided a stable and bright light source. The air was filled with the peculiar smell of various alchemy reagents mixed together, along with the faint hum of energy flowing.

At the experiment table, Lynch was busy with great concentration. Various kinds of vessels were placed on the table: a complex distiller was being heated, pure essence dripped from the condenser; several beakers were slightly boiling on heating arrays at different temperatures, containing thick liquids of various colors that emitted different energy fluctuations.

His actions were precise and smooth, like an experienced surgeon, or a conductor orchestrating a symphony of elements. In the end, he carefully mixed and shook several treated solutions in a conical flask in a specific order and proportion.

The liquid in the flask initially reacted violently, bubbling up, then gradually calmed down, eventually turning into a pipe of dazzling gold-red clearness, with miniature flames seemingly flowing inside.

Lynch carefully extracted this pipe of liquid with a long crystal syringe. Then he turned and walked to the other side of the experiment station.

The scene here was completely different from the operation area piled with vessels. On the experiment table, the giant Flame Demon Yifulete lay quietly!

It was not present in the form of a giant sword, but had returned to its original form as a flame elemental life—a giant composed of cooling lava and solidified flames, though the body appeared shriveled, dim, having lost its past ferocity and vitality, like an ancient fossil in deep sleep.

Lynch walked to the massive body of Yifulete, his eyes sharply searching for the optimal spot to insert the energy node.

Taking a deep breath, he precisely stabbed the cold-glinting needle of the crystal syringe into an area on Yifulete's chest where core runes intersected.

He slowly pushed the plunger, injecting the carefully prepared gold-red liquid bit by bit.

A miraculous scene ensued!

With the injection of the reagent, Yifulete's body, originally dry and stiff as a rock, began to soften at a speed visible to the naked eye! The ashy skin gradually regained a hint of dark red luster, as if weak embers inside were relighted.

Even more astonishing was that at some minute wounds and energy veins, those cells and tissues deemed "dead" and completely dormant started to pulse and throb lightly as if waking from a long winter slumber! A faint but indeed existing breath of life started to diffuse from this ancient shell!

Almost at the same time, the cold yet familiar system prompt sounded in Lynch's ear like a heavenly sound:

[Ifrid's Sword skill level +13]

A flash of satisfaction crossed Lynch's eyes. What he had just injected was an active resurrection potion meticulously nurtured and prepared, using Ragnar bloodline factors as core material, supplemented by various precious catalysts and energy stabilizers.

Its core function was not to create life, but to awaken and revive!

In the Wizard World's cognitive system, there is no absolute concept of "death" for cells and even energy structures; it is more seen as a kind of "decomposition" or "extinguishment of the energy state."

A cell stopping its activity does not mean it's utterly vanished, but more like entering the deepest "sleep" state. Even if decomposed into base elements, in the eyes of wizards, it merely returns to the universe's original material pool.

Theoretically, as long as one masters sufficiently profound knowledge and strength, even decomposed elements can be reassembled into their original cellular structures through inverse operations.

Of course, this realm of truth knowledge merely exists in theory, with no wizard seen practicing it yet.

And for those structures merely "extinguished," using specific means for "ignition" and "awakening" is relatively achievable—this is one of the high-end applications in the necromancy domain.

Although Lynch mainly delved deeply into the three major domains of space, time, and decay, it did not mean he abandoned the solid foundation laid during the arcane mastery stage, especially the profound understanding of the necromancy subject.

After all,

as the holder of the Eye of Death God, exploring the essence of "death" and the application of its power is a domain he cannot avoid and will inevitably delve into deeply.

After saying so much, the experiment Lynch is conducting at this moment has an extremely clear ultimate purpose, and it can be called astonishing—

He is not merely repairing or enhancing a piece of witchcraft.

He is attempting to revive this ancient flame elemental life, Flame Demon Yifulete!

To be accurate, repairing this piece of witchcraft and reviving Yifulete are actually the same.

This Ifrid's Sword is currently at the middle stage of arcane mastery; to continue increasing its skill level, one needs to increase the great sword's active energy.

And this active energy in turn will stimulate the cells of the great sword's essence, Yifulete, thus reviving it.

In other words, continuing to unleash the great sword's potential is resurrecting Yifulete, and reviving Yifulete is also enhancing the great sword's level.

After a flurry of busyness, Lynch habitually summoned the system panel to examine the results:

[Ifrid's Sword lv3: 62178/3000000]

"Three million in skill level..."

Looking at the modest increase of just over sixty thousand, Lynch exhaled lightly.

This is undoubtedly a long and arduous journey, requiring a vast amount of resources, time, and energy. Every increment in skill level brought by a potion injection is but an insignificant figure in this enormous data set.

However, there was not the slightest hint of discouragement in his eyes; instead, there burned an even more blazing flame. He stretched out his hand, gently stroking Yifulete's rock-like skin, feeling the weak yet tenacious pulse beneath.

"A genuine, living Yifulete..." Lynch murmured to himself, a smile mixed with wildness and anticipation tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Perhaps even in the Supreme Council, enough to drop many jaws!"

Despite the long winding road and the three million skill level being akin to an astronomical number, just thinking of the potentially realized scene—

An ancient Fire God equivalent to the existence of Fourth-tier Rules reemerging in his hands—all the fatigue and consumption instantly vanished like smoke, leaving only an endless drive and a passionate longing for the future.

The experiment comes to a temporary conclusion; the ensuing routine is cultivation.

Lynch took off the laboratory cloak, cleaned the elements and radiation energy from his body, left the laboratory, changed into clean clothes, and came to the adjacent cultivation room.

To say this is a cultivation room, it actually resembles a library more.

Inside, there are rows upon rows of bookshelves packed with various kinds of books.

In the center was a desk filled with disorganized draft papers, with more scattered around the floor, covered with arrays and combinations of runes and more.

Weird symbols were drawn all over the walls, ceiling, and floor.

This is Lynch's knowledge cultivation room.

As the name implies, it is where he studies knowledge and enhances the knowledge law.

The cultivation of knowledge is like this, requiring massive calculations, references, endlessly making notes time and again.

Continuously attempting and repeatedly calculating, in hopes for a moment of inspiration or eliminating all the wrongs to obtain the correct one.

Then converting this knowledge into power.

It's quite painful, but at the moment of achievement, the sense of accomplishment is unprecedented.

"Another tedious day."

"No,"

"Every day."

Following the routine, Lynch sighed loudly and sat at the desk.

But before commencing this session of study and research, there's one thing that needs to be done in advance.

With a "sizzle!" sound.

Lynch tore open a space crack, reached inside, and when the arm was retracted, there was another strange-looking fruit in his hand.

It was the final outcome brought back from the Lost Tower, the Lost Fruit!

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