The Wizard: From Zero-Ring Wizard to Almighty Lord.

Time flows by leisurely.

For the entire Southern Region, although the turmoil of the Nightmare Rift Valley has come to an end, it is far from over.

The encirclement and suppression of the Meteorite Council and the attrition of Sel, who barely reached level seven, remain a thorny and troublesome problem.

The battle between the two moons is inherently protracted, and Ser is torn between the duality of "sane" and "madness." A rash head-on confrontation would only result in mutual destruction.

Therefore, the Golden Pen Calligraphy Master and the Sky-Soaring Demon chose the safest strategy: surround him without killing him, slowly wearing him down until his mind completely collapsed.

This process can take several years or even more than a decade.

Around the Rift Valley, wizards brought in from various factions remain stationed.

Official wizards were responsible for sealing off the outer perimeter, while Morning Star wizards took turns suppressing the anomalies. Layers of arrays, runes, and monitoring arrays were stacked on top of each other, like a giant, airtight net that tightly covered the entire rift valley.

No one knows when Sel will go completely mad, and no one dares to let their guard down.

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Eluria, not too far from the Rift Valley, the Temple of Life is a picture of tranquility.

While the master of the temple, Lynn, entered deep seclusion, the entire temple continued to operate as usual, as if it were separated from the bloody storms outside by two different worlds.

The wizarding apprentices continued to practice basic spells on the lawn, the first-level wizards buried themselves in studying potion recipes, the second-level wizards honed their skills in applying the rules inside the tower, and the third-level archmages occasionally gathered in the council hall to discuss the scattered intelligence that had recently come from the Rift Valley.

Life was peaceful and regular, with an almost luxurious tranquility.

For everyone, these days felt as comfortable as a long dream.

No one wanted to wake up.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have quietly passed.

The Temple of Life, Lynn's meditation room.

For five years, it has been sealed off, with doors and windows tightly closed, and the air is filled with a faint fragrance of grass and trees and the lingering echoes of the collision of rules.

Inside, the power of life-type rules remained active, like countless tiny green snakes, slithering between the walls, floors, and ceiling.

They were restless and ready to burst out of the training room at any moment, but were always forcibly pulled back by a higher force just as they were about to rush out.

On the platform at the very top of the Wizard's Tower, the Lord of Life remained seated motionless.

The phantom of the Azure Sky Spirit enveloped him, its branches and leaves swaying, its azure light rippling outwards in concentric circles, firmly locking all the restless power of the rules within this layer.

It gradually devoured and digested those rules, growing ever greener, as if taking this opportunity to slowly revive.

On this day, a faint sound finally came from the long-sealed training room.

First came a low hum, like a heartbeat gradually awakening.

Then, the rules of life began to slowly fall silent and dim, like a beach after the tide has receded, leaving only a few puddles reflecting the sunlight.

The cyan crystal ball had long since disappeared, and the soul essence of the Mad Thorn Wizard had been completely drained.

The projection of the World Tree behind them gradually receded, and the figure of the Tree of Iro appeared and disappeared in the depths of its canopy.

Its once massive body is now less than a third of its original size, like a sharp sword that has been used to its last remaining edge.

Lin En sat still and slowly opened her eyes.

Deep within his pupils, a fleeting, almost tangible sense of "creation rules" flashed by, like a green galaxy flowing beneath his eyes before quickly disappearing.

He whispered:
"panel."

A familiar, illusory light screen unfolded before his eyes.

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Name: Lynn

Realm: Late Stage of Level 4 Morning Star Wizard

Meditation Method: The Anchor of the Mind in the Blue Sky Meditation Method (100000 / 100000)

Level 4 Rule-Based Spell "Close to Heaven": Mastery (5231 / 10000)

Body Refining Secret Technique "Martial Immortal Body": Volume 3 (20000 / 20000)

World Tree: Mid-Level 4, Creating Rules

Lynn's gaze lingered on the screen for a moment, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

ten years.

From the initial stage of Level 4 to the final stage of Level 4.

The level division of a fourth-level Morning Star Wizard can be superficially divided into four stages: early stage, middle stage, late stage, and peak stage.

In reality, the difference between the later stages and the peak has a negligible impact on combat power, almost negligible.

The real difference lies in the first three levels.

At the early stage of Level 4, one's control over the power of rules is only up to the "Anchor of Echoes." The rules are like distant echoes, barely audible but impossible to grasp, and the slightest carelessness will backfire on oneself.
In the mid-stage of Level 4, the "Anchor of Resonance" signifies that the rules begin to resonate with the user, forming a preliminary rule field outside the body, much like grasping a rope that is not yet stable.

In the late stage of Level 4, the "Anchor of the Mind" means that the rules have been completely integrated into the flesh and blood, transforming into a small world deep within the Mind Realm.

Wizards' control over the rules has become almost instinctive; with a thought, they can command them as easily as moving their own arms.

The time requirements are completely different.

The Anchor of Echoes only requires 20,000 points to complete;
The Anchor of Resonance has surged to 50,000 points.
The Anchor of the Mind Realm then soared to 100,000 points, completely controlling a rule and allowing it to take root, sprout, and branch out within the Mind Realm, transforming into a "source" that could be used at will.

Before Lynn went into seclusion, he had only just entered the mid-stage of level four, and his progress was almost zero.

After ten years of arduous training, he completed the mid-to-late stage progress in one go, directly reaching the peak of the late stage of level four.

The next step is to find the second power of the rules, step into the peak of level four, and pave the way for level five Morning Star.

But before that, Lynn simply sat quietly in the training room, slowly taking a deep breath.

He clenched his fists.

A clear and heavy feeling of strength came from my palm, like grasping a river that had come back to life.

Level 4, Late Stage, Anchor of the Mind.

Ultimately, this level of mastery is about "completely taming" the rules.

In the early stages, the Anchor of Echoes could only passively sense things, and even the slightest fluctuation in the rules could harm itself.

In the middle stage, the anchor of resonance can be initially controlled, supporting a field of rules outside the body, like leading a half-tamed wild horse.

Later, the anchor of the mind realm completely submitted to the rules, merging into the depths of the mind realm and transforming into a stable "copy".

The practice of witchcraft no longer requires complicated incantations, gestures, or mediums.

The moment a thought arises, the rules come into play.

In areas related to the rules they govern, wizards receive near-permanent boosts:

Earth-type wizards step onto rocky ground as if it were their own backyard, their strength, defense, and speed all increasing dramatically.

When a lightning wizard is in a thunderstorm cloud, their movements are as swift as lightning, doubling their power.
Creation wizards... can almost forcibly "create" the most favorable conditions for themselves in any environment.

What's even more terrifying is the overwhelming influence of rules and authority.

Against Morning Stars of the same or even lower rank, a wizard with a deeper grasp of the rules can temporarily suppress the opponent's power of the rules.

It's not a skill, not a spell, but a blatant suppression of authority.

Just like a king issuing orders to his princes, no matter how powerful the princes are, they can only kneel and listen.

Lynn slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within the pupils, the creation of rules flashed by like a green galaxy.

A thought crossed my mind.

The "creation rules" field outside the body spread out instantly like a tide.

At the same time, a small world deep within the mind also materializes, the two overlapping and merging like a painting that has been forcibly flattened, or like reality and dreams briefly overlapping at this moment.

The realm of rules is the physical world outside the physical body; the realm of the mind is the spiritual realm deep within the soul.

The combination of the two creates a near-realistic "world".

The surrounding scenery began to change drastically.

With a slight thought, skyscrapers rose from the ground in the void, their cold, hard texture of steel and concrete, the dazzling light reflected from glass curtain walls, and even the blurry silhouettes of pedestrians on the street... everything was lifelike.

But when he reached out to touch it, his fingertips passed right through it, as if passing through a thin layer of mist.

Mirage.

Ultimately, it's just a disguise. The mental realm, superimposed with a rule field, can briefly simulate reality, but it cannot truly "create a world with a single thought."

There's still a long way to go before we can get to that point.

"As rules evolve to a deeper level, they naturally become more than just a single point."

Lynn murmured softly, his gaze deep.

"Moreover, what I control is creating the rules."

In the early stages of Level 4, creating rules was just an unfamiliar tool for him, like holding a knife that hadn't been sharpened yet.

Now that the anchor of his mind has been perfected, his control over this rule has become almost instinctive.

It is no longer just a "manufacturing" product, but a true "all-purpose" solution.

When encountering enemies, it can evolve into a counter attribute; when encountering danger, it can temporarily create an environment; when encountering friends, it can nourish, repair, or even temporarily grant rule-based buffs.

Of course, there is always some loss in the process of evolution.

The skyscraper from his past life that he just manifested can only be a visible but intangible illusion;
If one truly desires to give it physical weight, a sturdy structure, and even internal circuitry and piping, the amount of power required to maintain those rules will increase exponentially, potentially even draining its current reserves.

But that's enough.

The key to the effectiveness of rules lies not in their omnipotence, but in their sufficiency.

Lynn took a deep breath.

The unique scenery around them receded like the tide, skyscrapers collapsed into specks of light, street scenes shattered into dust, and the rules and the mental realm simultaneously converged and returned to the body.

He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the layers of arrays in the wizard tower, and looked directly at the platform at the top of the tower.

There, the Lord of Life remained seated, motionless.

The azure luster has receded, and the image of the Azure Sky Spirit is a mix of reality and illusion, lush and vibrant, even more so than ten years ago.

Lynn's figure flashed.

The next moment, he appeared on the platform at the top of the tower.

The wind was strong, making the hem of my robe flutter loudly.

He gazed quietly at the mark of the Azure Sky Spirit between the brows of the Lord of Life.

Now it is so green that it almost glows, with clear veins, like a tiny heart beating slowly.

ten years.

The recovery of the Azure Sky Spirit far exceeded expectations.

But in that very instant...

Lynn's expression suddenly froze.

He suddenly looked up at the spirit of the blue sky.

Just now, a faint, extremely familiar aura flashed past from the depths of the mark.

That's... the scent of maple trees.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible fluctuation of awakening.

Lynn's pupils suddenly contracted.

"The maple tree... has awakened?"

His voice was very soft, but it trembled uncontrollably.

It's been a hundred or two hundred years.

The maple tree sealed deep within the Azure Sky Spirit has finally shown a slight sign of response?

"Return to Dimension 002!"

Lynn took a deep breath, his gaze suddenly sharpening.

"There is still ten years' worth of accumulated faith power that hasn't been harvested!"

Without further hesitation, he waved his sleeves, and his figure, carrying the Lord of Life, headed straight for the Star Gate at the top of the Wizard Tower.

ten years.

For a full decade, in the 002 dimension, the power of faith gathered like a river without any disturbance.

It is the entire Church of Life, the tireless prayers day and night, and the piety and devotion of millions of believers that have condensed into a vast treasure trove invisible to the naked eye.

Now, the maple tree is half-awake, barely clinging to life.

This surge of faith might just be the last straw that breaks the camel's back, or rather, the last spark of hope.

The Star Gate shimmered brilliantly, behind which lay familiar dimensional coordinates.

Lynn stepped in, and the Lord of Life followed closely behind.

The two figures vanished instantly inside the door, leaving only a ripple of starlight that slowly subsided.

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Dimension 002, the uninhabited island where the Temple of Life is located.

The sea breeze is salty and damp, and the waves crash against the rocks. The temple in the center of the island still stands majestically, and the incense in front of the statue has never stopped burning.

The figures of Lynn and the Lord of Life emerged from the void almost simultaneously.

Ten years have passed since I last returned, yet the island remains completely untouched.

The saints, bishops, and other high-ranking officials in front of the temple still take turns on duty day and night, and the sound of prayers is as continuous as the tide.

The power of faith has long been accumulated in the patterns of the statues, temples, and every sculpture, waiting for its master to return so that it can be released in a torrent.

At that moment, the owner arrived.

The Lord of Life, dressed in a long blue robe, stood in mid-air, his body radiating blue light like ripples on water.

Above their heads, the phantom of the Azure Sky Spirit slowly materialized.

It was no longer a blurry image, but a prismatic blue crystal, as clear as amber, and like the purest gemstone.

Inside the crystal, the outline of a small maple tree could be vaguely seen, its branches and leaves curled up, seemingly asleep, yet trembling slightly in the blue light.

At that very moment.

The entire dimensional world seemed to have been gently plucked.

call out!call out!
The dense and boundless power of faith surged in from all directions.

From simple shrines in remote villages to magnificent temples in bustling cities, from miniature altars on island reefs to solitary stone statues atop snow-capped peaks...

Everywhere, at this moment, blue lights lit up, like countless fireflies converging into a river, or like the Milky Way hanging upside down, surging wildly towards the Lord of Life and the Spirit of the Azure Sky.

The blue light grew stronger.

First, it enveloped the entire body of the Lord of Life, and then it completely enveloped the Spirit of the Azure Sky.

Half an hour later, the azure light had become so intense that it was almost tangible, like a solidified emerald, completely engulfing the two of them.

The clouds above the island were tinged with blue, the sea reflected a dreamlike light, and even the waves seemed to slow down.

Lynn stood to the side, his gaze fixed on the blue light.

Time slowly passed.

The blue light finally began to slowly recede.

The prismatic crystal of the Azure Sky Spirit reappeared, its surface gleaming even brighter, and the outline of the maple tree inside became clearer.

Just then.

A faint, extremely subtle yet incredibly familiar aura quietly emanated from the depths of the crystal.

This time, it didn't disappear in a flash.

It is like a faint flame, swaying in the wind, yet stubbornly burning brighter and brighter.

At the same time, a voice, tinged with confusion and hoarseness, yet carrying a familiar laugh, resounded in Lynn's mind:

"You kid... how did you become a Morning Star Wizard?"

"Could it be... that I've been unconscious for a thousand years...?"

Upon hearing this voice, Lynn's eyes narrowed sharply, then a smile appeared on his lips:
"This is a long story, so I'll keep it short..." (End of Chapter)