Lynch slowly opened his eyes.

In the depths of those gray eyes, there seemed to be a vortex of billions of stars being born and extinguished, gradually calming down, ultimately settling into an absolute silence capable of swallowing all light and sound. An unprecedented sense of perfection emanated from the deepest part of the soul, pervading every inch of consciousness, every thought.

He did not rise immediately but first immersed his mind into the Sea of Consciousness, which had undergone a radical transformation.

If previously his spiritual power was a vast, boundless ocean, at this moment, this "ocean" had its own "heart" and "breath." At the center of the immense spiritual power, a vast Spirit Vortex was slowly rotating.

This vortex was not composed solely of spiritual power; at its center, flowed a thread of extremely subtle, yet dazzlingly conspicuous energy of a different color. It was not fixed in color, sometimes ethereal silver like Time, sometimes deep blue like Space, sometimes reflecting the dark gray of Decay and the black silence of Death, and even faintly resonating with other Law Fragments that Lynch possessed.

It seemed to be the source of all Laws, yet also the destination of all powers.

Rule Power!

An insight dawned in Lynch's mind. When a Wizard's spiritual power is honed to the utmost level, a quantitative change leads to a qualitative transformation, naturally nurturing within the spiritual essence a thread of power representing the essence of Laws. This is the key to reaching higher realms and the point where one's power system begins to truly integrate!

He instinctively summoned the system panel, his gaze fixed on the value representing the Total Spiritual Power:

[Spirit: 338,574,219]

Over three hundred and thirty-eight million!

A terrifying number enough to make most Domain Wizards despair! Compared to over sixty million before the breakthrough, this was a monstrous leap across multiple magnitudes, far exceeding a fivefold increase!

Yet, Lynch clearly perceived that this unimaginably massive growth in spiritual power was merely a "byproduct" of the breakthrough. The true core was the thread of Rule Power at the center of the Spirit Vortex, nearly imperceptible yet seemingly containing the ultimate truths of cosmic existence!

To test the changes brought by this fundamental transformation, he willed his mind to attempt the most basic release of spiritual power within this place of oppressive rules—[Spiritual Tentacles].

"Buzz—"

There was no earth-shattering momentum, not even a noticeable energy fluctuation. But where his consciousness touched, Space seemed to become an extension of his will. The trajectory of every particle of dust in the dwelling, the flow of every thread of magic in the air, and even the minutest energy veins of the protective array further away, all presented themselves in intricate and synchronized detail within his Perception.

Its range effortlessly covered areas that previously required full exertion of spiritual power to barely reach, multiplied by over tenfold! Furthermore, the precision, depth of Perception, as well as the penetration and compatibility with other Law powers in the environment, all underwent an essential transformation.

That thread of Rule Power acted as the most efficient Catalyst, giving his once vast spiritual power a kind of "Universal Key" trait, enabling easier "understanding" and "integration" with various environmental rules.

Next, he tested other applications of spiritual power.

His gaze fell on the rune obsidian target in the corner of the Meditation Room meant for testing spell strength. Without deploying any specific attack Magic Model, he simply condensed a strand of spiritual power containing that thread of Rule Power, like an invisible sharp needle, gently "piercing" it.

"Sizzle—"

Without a loud noise, the rune obsidian target, capable of withstanding the full force of a Peak of Secret Technique strike, quietly showed a thumb-sized, incredibly smooth hollow at its center, seemingly as if the material structure there had been "erased" by some higher-tier power from the level of "existence."

This was pure spiritual power, displaying the terrifying ability to interfere with reality under the augmentation of Rule Power!

He then turned his attention to himself. His insights into core powers such as the [Time Law], [Space Law], [Touch of Decay], and [Death Storm] became clearer than ever before.

That thread of Rule Power acted like a universal hub, capable of efficiently coordinating and amplifying all the Law powers he possessed, making them operate more harmoniously and doubling their strength. He could even vaguely feel that if some powerful spells were driven with this thread of Rule Power as the core, their effects would undergo a qualitative change.

"Rule Power... this is the source power cultivated from spiritual power at its utmost, simplifying complexity into essence," Lynch muttered to himself, eyes gleaming with the light of insight into the essence.

The surge in strength, especially the birth of this thread of Rule Power, led him to a completely new level of understanding his own powers. The road ahead remained long, but the door to higher realms had already been pushed open by a small crack.

He exhaled deeply, suppressing the surging waves in his heart. Next, he needed time to thoroughly familiarize and master the power that had transformed, especially how to maximize the use of this precious thread of Rule Power.

Just as Lynch was savoring the profound sensation brought by this thread of Rule Power in the spiritual essence, a faint but undeniable disturbance suddenly came from the pocket near his chest.

It wasn't a physical vibration, but more like a... subtle "ripple" originating from the temporal and spatial level, piercing through clothing, directly touching his skin, creating a peculiar resonance with his newly transformed spiritual power and that thread of Rule Power.

Lynch furrowed his brow slightly, reaching into his bosom to take out the seemingly ancient brass pocket watch that had accompanied him for a long time.

This pocket watch left by Master Somda was presenting an abnormal state he had never seen before.

The watch casing was gently heating up, its previously cold brass touch becoming warm, even faintly exuding a most subtle, breathing-like mysterious glow—more akin to a kind of... spatial-time-distorted shimmer than metallic reflection.

With a gentle press of his thumb, a click sounded, and the cover flipped open.

The sight inside the watch face was even more eerie:

The three hands—the hour, minute, and second hands—had completely lost their pattern, no longer making smooth circular motions, but were instead frantically trembling and jumping chaotically!

At times spinning clockwise for several circles fiercely, at times rapidly spinning counterclockwise, sometimes the three hands overlapped in high-frequency vibration, and at other times they scattered, pointing at impossible positions simultaneously.

On the background of the dial, those originally exquisite and clear star trajectory engravings had now become blurry, as though obscured by a veil of flowing mist, the starlight within flickering uncertainly, at times gathering, at times bursting apart.

Lynch's brows furrowed as he calmed his mind and entered the Time Hut...

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