Blair frowned and looked displeased toward the door, "What's happening outside? Go check it out and tell them to stay quiet!!"

An apprentice promptly responded and hurried out to investigate.

But instead of calming down, the commotion outside escalated dramatically within seconds! The exclamations turned into shrill screams, orderly footsteps transformed into chaotic running and colliding, and even the faint sounds of weapons clashing and spells exploding could be heard!

"Something's wrong..." Blair's face changed suddenly, an ominous feeling in his heart soared to the peak.

Just as he was preparing to go out and check himself—

"Bang!"

The office door, fortified with protective runes, was violently slammed open, and the apprentice who had gone out to investigate stumbled in. His face was ashen, his left shoulder was a bloody mess, and blood had soaked half of his robe, evidently just surviving a life-or-death struggle.

The apprentice's eyes were filled with horror and despair, and he used his last strength to shout hoarsely:

"Master! It's bad! We... we've been attacked! It's the Freemasonry Church! They've... they've breached the castle!!"

"What?! Impossible!" Blair exclaimed in shock; the defensive magic array surrounding the castle was damaged, but it couldn't have been silently breached to this extent!

As if to confirm the apprentice's words, the response to his doubt was a dazzling beam tearing through the sky!

A formidable holy light beam, containing destructive energy, like the Divine Punishment Sword, suddenly shot from a direction outside the castle, striking accurately at the midpoint of the castle's main building!

"Boom——!!!"

The deafening explosion swept through everything! The sturdy obsidian walls were torn and melted as if made of paper, the massive shockwave carrying stone fragments and energy debris ravaged wildly in all directions. The wall on one side of Blair's office, along with half of the ceiling, was instantly blown away and annihilated by the raging force!

Dust and debris billowed, spiritual light scattered.

Through the forcibly torn-open, shocking massive gap, the internal devastation and external scene of the castle were exposed unreservedly before Blair's eyes—

The once orderly corridors and plaza inside the castle had turned into a bloody slaughterhouse.

Figures wearing standardized priest robes embroidered with the "Eye of Truth" emblem of the Freemasonry Church flew like specters in the air or advanced in groups on the ground.

In their hands, they held the deadly yet holy divine arts light or wielded weapons enhanced with demon-breaking runes, coldly pursuing and slaughtering the Starshine Castle wizards who rushed to battle, often failing to fully deploy their protective magic.

Screams, explosions, and collapsing buildings sounds were incessant. The once symbol of wizard glory and safety, Starshine Castle, had now completely fallen into a hell of fire, blood, and chaos!

Blair stared dumbfounded at the apocalypse-like scene before him; his old body shook slightly from extreme shock and anger, his heart plunged straight into an icy abyss.

...

In Fran, Starry Sky Magic Academy, Lynch's abode.

Lynch was still completely unaware of the events happening in the Ancient Ruins. Since returning with materials from the Sky World, he had submerged himself in cultivation.

Time seemed to freeze here, stretched infinitely. This space belonging to Lynch was immersed in absolute silence and focus.

"Spirit Law Skill Level +5"

"Spirit Law Skill Level +3"

"Spirit Law Skill Level +8"

...

These notifications were not just simple numbers; each one came with a profound understanding of some aspect of the law, like igniting a lantern in the fog, illuminating the path forward.

The system, with its extraordinary means, decomposed the abstract and grand concept of "Law," quantified it, and turned it into a step-by-step path, dramatically shortening the long, arduous process that would typically take centuries or millennia to comprehend.

With the dual advantage of the system and the Time Hut, Lynch's cultivation speed transcended mere description like "a thousand miles in a day," resembling more a continuous, stable Life Transition. His spiritual power, refined by the laws, grew increasingly pure and solid, akin to divine iron forged a thousand times, revealing its essential sharpness and stamina.

In this wholehearted, nearly oblivious effort, the understanding of spirit laws came naturally, ushering in one breakthrough after another.

At one moment, Lynch's meditating body paused slightly, and the invisible spiritual domain around him suddenly retracted inward, then expanded more majestically and intricately, as if some intangible shackle was broken, instantly elevating the breadth and depth of his consciousness perception to a new level.

"Spirit Law Level increased to lv77."

The system prompt sounded timely, seemingly carrying a hint of confirmation amidst its coldness.

And this was just the beginning. In the subsequent "years," such breakthroughs continued in succession.

His mastery over spiritual power became increasingly nuanced, from initially affecting matter and interfering with thoughts shallowly, to weaving complex illusions, peeking into memory fragments, and even touching the mysterious domain of "materializing intention."

He gained a more fundamental understanding and control over the spiritual forces such as emotions, will, and subconscious.

"Spirit Law Level increased to lv78."

Another qualitative leap. Lynch felt his "vision" penetrated layers of fog, seeing the fundamental and more brilliant "threads" that make up spirit laws.

He attempted to understand and pluck these threads; every successful touch brought a delightful system notification and an imperceptible enhancement to his spiritual essence.

Time, amidst this focused cultivation, lost its original significance. The sun rose and set, seasons turned, and in the Main Material Realm, several years quietly passed. But within the Time Hut, the "time" Lynch experienced far exceeded this.

He was like the most patient craftsman, using his soul as a mold, the system's guidance as a blueprint, and the passage of time as a forge to gradually carve and refine his own spiritual authority.

That vast ocean of spirit law knowledge was absorbed, digested, and integrated into his system bit by bit, from the initial difficulty to gradual mastery, ultimately achieving complete comprehension.

Finally, at a moment that couldn't be marked with a specific date, Lynch felt that his understanding of spirit laws seemed to touch an invisible boundary.

It wasn't a bottleneck, more like the shore of a vast ocean. Everything he could perceive, understand, and control about "spirit" had reached a relatively perfect state.

Ahead was a deeper, more expansive unknown, requiring new opportunities and insight beyond simple accumulation.

He had reached the pinnacle of this stage, bringing his cultivation of spirit laws to an almost perfect end.

Lynch slowly opened his eyes. Deep within his gaze was no longer a sharp glimmer, but an unfathomable calm like the universe, seemingly containing infinite wisdom and insight.

Years of hard cultivation, equivalent to more extended times in the hut, had left him with a profound, back-to-basics depth.

He softly exhaled a breath, seemingly containing the faint glow of spiritual power.

"Finally... reached this step."

[Spirit Law max]

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.