Deep within the Ruins of Knowledge, Lynch stepped into the familiar yet desolate grand hall. The broken stone pillars and peeling murals silently recounted the glory and deterioration of the past, pervaded by the unique scent of aged parchment and dust, as if time had frozen here.

"You've come."

A deep, slightly hoarse voice echoed in the hall, breaking a thousand years of silence.

Unlike the indistinct gray haze in his memory, this time, the energy surging in the center of the hall quickly gathered and solidified, finally outlining a clear human silhouette—

It was a middle-aged man in an ancient wizard robe, his features worn by the winds and frost, his gaze profound as if containing countless lost ages. He hung there quietly, seemingly merged with the ruins.

The man's gaze slowly swept over Lynch, tangible and full of scrutiny and a trace of nostalgia. After a moment, he slowly spoke, his voice carrying a sense of confirmation: "Indeed, my feeling was right… It seems you've met with my people and inherited their path."

Lynch met the man's eyes and calmly replied, "My mentor's name is Gulwige."

During his years in the Blue Realm Wizard Domain, he heard ancient secrets from his mentor, Gulwige, learning that their plane was once isolated from the true, vast Wizard World.

The earliest batch of wizards originally exiled here were the "natives," trapped and unable to return, they began spreading knowledge, establishing the initial order and Tower, creating the legendary Akadiga Civilization and Eternal Tower.

The "Lonely Soul" before him was evidently one of those early pioneers.

"Gulwige…"

The man's eyes revealed a touch of reminiscence and nostalgia, "I remember that child, an apprentice of Argit, a little fellow with great talent and insight in the field of space."

His tone gentle, as if an elder talking about a junior, "So... he finally grasped and comprehended that supreme 'Truth'?"

Lynch nodded, his tone respectful: "Yes, he is now the master of Space Truth and one of the most powerful entities in our plane."

"Time flies so fast..." The man sighed longingly, a sigh imbued with the vicissitudes of eternity, "Even that youngster who was once working tirelessly in the laboratory has come this far, mastering a Truth..." This sentiment seemed to traverse the endless river of time.

After a moment of silence and nostalgia, he collected his distant thoughts, his gaze regained its sharp focus, deeply assessing Lynch, as if trying to see through the essence of his soul. He no longer exchanged pleasantries, diving straight into the core theme, his tone heavy and exploratory:

"From you... I can sense the flavor of 'Time'. Beyond the inheritance and shelter of Space Truth, are you... attempting to comprehend other Truths, is that so, young fellow traveler?"

Lynch did not respond directly, but stepped forward lightly.

As his foot landed, the surrounding space began to silently twist and fold, like ripples in water when a stone is thrown, the light fragmenting and reorganizing amidst distortion, clearly signaling the silent arrival of the Space Domain.

Within these twisted spatial ripples, several translucent, ancient clock silhouettes appeared quietly, floating in the air, their hands not moving at a uniform speed, occasionally stalling, sometimes spinning wildly, emitting a "tick-tock" sound that didn't travel through the air but acted directly on the soul level, filled with a pattern yet imbued with an eerie disorderliness, as manifestations of the Time Domain.

Following that, a deeper, conflicting force began to permeate. At one side of the space, as if everything had reached the end, an invisible aura of deterioration descended; between the cracks of the stone slabs underfoot, resilient moss blackened and reduced to ashes at an observable speed, even the light seemed to turn dim and aged;

Yet at the edge of this decaying power, the other side burst forth with a stark opposing vitality, where tiny green buds sprouted from the dead dust, fragile yet resiliently blooming life force, like rebirth after death. This intertwining of Decay and Resurrection forms the ever-cycling third Law.

"Triple Domain..."

Despite his vast knowledge spanning long epochs, witnessing this sight, the man's eyes burst with an incredulous light, clicking his tongue in amazement. That amazement held a mix of witnessing a miracle and an indescribable satisfaction.

"It seems you indeed possess extraordinary accomplishments on the Wizard's Road." His words were laden with deep sincerity.

After a while, his profound gaze pierced through the twisted space, firmly locked on those clock silhouettes emblematic of the time authority, his tone becoming extremely assured: "My feeling was indeed correct, you truly have mastered the flow of time… not just perception, but initial control."

He paused, his ethereal countenance turned serious, carrying the weight and earnestness across eternal ages, speaking slowly: "Thus, I hope you can do me a favor."

Lynch shrugged noncommitally, not easily conveying his stance due to the man's words, his gray eyes maintaining a cautious calm. "Please go ahead."

His voice steady, revealing little emotional fluctuation, holding onto the initiative for now.

The man wasn't surprised by Lynch's caution, instead showing a knowing smile, a smile imbued with enlightenment from life's experiences. "The highest rule of the Wizard World—equivalent exchange, I understand."

His tone carried an ancient rhythm, as if stating an eternal truth, "Since I am requesting your assistance, naturally I will pay a matching price. And this price..."

He paused slightly, his gaze seemingly penetrating through appearances, directly viewing Lynch's deepest inner needs, his tone certain and filled with allure: "... is absolutely irresistible to you."

Upon hearing this, Lynch's brow slightly lifted imperceptibly. With this ancient soul's level and insight, being able to speak with such certainty, he couldn't help but genuinely raise his interest. He said nothing, merely waiting quietly for the man's continuation.

The man didn't immediately reveal the answer but first asked, his tone carrying precise judgment: "If my perception isn't mistaken, your cultivation at the Domain Level should have reached the current stage's end, with your strength nearing perfection."

"Now... what's hindering you from reaching higher levels is mainly the lack of soul cultivation and harmony, correct?"

Lynch's gaze slightly concentrated, as the other party easily saw through his current bottleneck. He nodded, not denying it, for there's no need to strictly conceal such information, especially in the presence of such beings.

Then, as if recalling the other's previous words, a spark of insight flashed in his mind, a touch of surprise appearing in his eyes, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows once more, looking towards the man condensed by smoke with an inquisitive gaze.

Facing his gaze, the man slowly nodded, affirming his conjecture, his voice steady and powerful: "Indeed. The price I offer is the ability to help you... enhance the strength of your Soul Law."

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