Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The orthodox path is orthodox because countless generations of wizards have proven its feasibility through blood and fire.

Only by abandoning the physical body and embracing the rules can one truly control the power of the rules at the Stigmata stage.

But... does orthodoxy necessarily mean it's correct?

Lynn gazed into the distance, his eyes gradually becoming deep.

The Road to All Things.

The path he chose was never the orthodox one.

He has already completed a superficial analysis of the three thousand traces of truth.

Death, stars, ley lines, soul, space, shadow, annihilation, flesh, bones, thunder...

He understands every rule, he has mastered every rule, but no rule can completely define him.

This is the universe.

It's not about specializing in one path, but about mastering all paths.

So, why must one abandon the physical body on the path to the Holy Mark?

For thousands of years, have wizards abandoned their physical bodies in pursuit of sacred marks? Is that necessarily the right thing to do?

Couldn't we integrate the Holy Mark into our physical body, thereby elevating our physical realm and embodying greatness?

A scene gradually appeared in Lynn's mind...

One's physical body is no longer a fragile flesh and blood, but a container that carries rules.

Three thousand traces of truth, like three thousand chains of rules, extended from the void, piercing his bones, flesh, and soul, and completely merging with his body.

Each chain represents a rule, and with each rule merged, the physical body becomes stronger.

It's not about elementalization or rule-making, but about integrating the rules into the physical body, making the physical body itself a part of the rules.

At that time, when he threw a punch, it wasn't just pure power, but a combination of the earth's ley lines and the speed of lightning.

His stomp was not a simple trampling, but a tremor of space and an erosion of death.

He stood still, but his body was surrounded by a domain composed of three thousand rules—the Return of All Things to Their Origin.

He embodies greatness, achieving the sacred mark through his physical body, thus achieving the legendary—physical sanctification!

It's not about abandoning the physical body to embrace the rules, but about letting the physical body become the master of the rules.

A glint flashed in Lynn's eyes.

No one has ever walked this road.

Orthodox wizards would think he's crazy, Stigmata wizards would say he's delusional, and True Spirit wizards might give him a second glance and then shake their heads.

But those people didn't understand him.

Do they have a superficial analysis of the three thousand traces of truth?

Do they possess soul talents that break through limits?

Do they have the bloodline of the Starry Sky Beasts?

Do they have a [analysis] cheat?

No!

Therefore, their path is not his path.

Just because their physical bodies couldn't withstand the superposition of rules doesn't mean I can't!

Lynn took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement.

This road is still in its early stages.

The specific route, the resources needed, and the dangers encountered are all unknown.

But at least he has a direction now.

Without abandoning the physical body or becoming an element, three thousand chains of rules are integrated into the body, creating the unique "Myriad Sacred Marks".

If this path truly proves impassable, Lynn has no intention of abandoning his physical body.

He planned to try to separate a part of his soul into his physical body, forming something similar to a second clone.

It can also be called an "external incarnation".

After analyzing all the thunderous rules contained within the stone tablet, Lynn stood up and stretched his stiff limbs.

He didn't leave immediately, but stood in front of the stone tablet for a long time, seemingly pondering something.

This thing is a good find; we can't let it go.

However, it's difficult to preserve this stuff using ordinary methods; most of it is lost before it even reaches the academy...

The best approach now is to directly implement the "physical sanctification" plan, integrating it into oneself and making it the first chain of rules.

But since we haven't made thorough preparations, isn't implementing that plan now a bit too risky...?

Lynn hesitated.

He tried to use "analysis" to analyze the success rate of this path's deduction, as well as the success rate of integrating "Thunderous Truth Mark" into himself.

The analysis results came out quickly.

The "physical ascension" project has no successful precedents and cannot be predicted...

The energy level of the "Scar of Truth" is unknown, and the success rate of fusion cannot be predicted...

Obviously, one's own "cheat code" has its limits, which are related to one's knowledge reserves and mental strength. It is difficult to deduce things that are beyond the scope.

Lynn sighed and decided to take a gamble.

Anyway, since I have a "substitute soul" that can die twice in my place, the risk is completely controllable.

He took out several bottles of potions that could restore mental strength and vitality from his ring and placed them at his feet.

Feeling that the quantity was not enough, he took out his "Potion Workbench" on the spot and made some more, until he ran out of materials.

Once everything was ready, Lynn sat cross-legged in front of the stone tablet and took a deep breath.

He stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the surface of the stone tablet.

In an instant, a violent surge of consciousness rushed into his body through his palm!

That is the will of thunder.

Destroy, tear apart, shatter everything!

Thunder doesn't care about this or that; it just wants to pulverize you into charcoal and grind you into ashes.

Lynn gritted his teeth, channeling his mental energy to its fullest extent, guiding the thunderous rule to spread from his arm throughout his body.

The quantity is not large; first, test your limits to see where you can tolerate it.

I hope that I, a hybrid of a cosmic behemoth, can survive this rule-entering process.

The first electric arc exploded under the skin.

On his left shoulder, a hole the size of a thumb was blasted through the flesh, and smoke was rising from the edges of the charred wound.

Lynn groaned, and his body's self-healing ability immediately surged, with new granulation tissue filling the hole at a visible speed.

The second electric arc exploded from his chest.

The third one exploded from behind.

The fourth one exploded from the right leg.

The lightning raged through his body, tearing flesh and cracking bones wherever it passed.

But each time destruction occurs, the terrifying self-healing power brought by the bloodline of the Starry Sky Beast begins to repair itself.

Destruction and repair, annihilation and rebirth, occur simultaneously within his body, a frantic tug-of-war.

Lynn's forehead veins bulged, and his whole body trembled.

He reached out and grabbed a bottle of life-restoring potion from beside his feet, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

The cool liquid entered the stomach and transformed into a warm current that flowed to the limbs and bones, significantly accelerating the repair process.

But the Thunder's destruction is also intensifying.

The rules enshrined in the stone tablet seemed to be enraged!

How dare a mere flesh and blood try to contain it?

It released more power, and the electric arcs no longer exploded one after another, but instead slithered wildly through Lynn's body like countless venomous snakes.

Lynn's body jerked straight up, and a cloud of blood exploded from his back.

He bit his tongue to steady himself, grabbed the second bottle of potion, and drank it down.

[Analysis] Frequently flooding the mind:

"Warning: Physical damage 17%...21%...26%...Repairing...Current damage 23%..."

"Detection indicates that the Thunder Rule is merging with the physical body... Fusion rate 0.3%...0.7%...1.2%..."

"Slightly increased physical strength...Slightly increased lightning resistance...Slightly increased adaptability to rules..."