Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn's heart skipped a beat.

Laws? Those are a level higher than rules!

(PS: The rules and regulations I wrote earlier were a bit messy, so I'll put them together here. Rules are a level higher than regulations.)

The ascension of a Holy Mark to a True Spirit is a step in the ascension of rules to laws.

The level corresponding to a seventh-ring True Spirit Wizard is lv10, also known as "Law Level"!

And the laws of time...

That's the standard rule of the hierarchy!

The ability to alter the flow of time—what an incredible power!

If this law is incorporated into the goblin world, the flow of time in the smaller world will change.

Two times, three times, five times...

One year outside, two, three, five years inside...

The development speed of that small world will increase significantly.

If we introduce extraordinary power into the small world at that time, the cultivation speed of the natives will probably be extremely fast.

Of course, it will also be limited by the concentration of supernatural power.

The stone bead has completely peeled off.

The core floated in front of Lynn, slowly spinning and humming.

The light spots inside grew brighter and brighter, and jumped faster and faster.

It's urging us on.

To merge or not to merge?

Does this even need to be considered?

Without hesitation, Lynn reached out and grasped the pale golden core, pressing it onto the goblin world.

The kernel merged into the small world without any resistance or rejection, like a drop of water entering the sea.

A golden halo appeared on the surface of the goblin world, expanding, contracting, and pulsating.

Lynn could sense that the flow of time within the world was changing.

From one times to 1.1 times, from 1.1 times to 1.2 times.

It's still rising.

1.5 times...2 times.

Eventually, the time flow rate stopped at twice the normal rate.

It's not reaching the limit; twice is the basic acceleration of this fragment of the time law.

If the flow of time needs to be increased, Lynn needs to have a considerable understanding of the laws of time, plus the power of the world to enhance it.

However, twice is enough; it can double the development speed of the goblin world!

Lynn withdrew his hand and closed his eyes.

The chains of rules within the body began to pulsate, each one glowing.

The little world is ready.

Now, it's time to upgrade the Stigmata.

Lynn sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

The network of rules within the body began to glow, every chain of rules was pulsating, and every reserved framework was trembling.

Three thousand positions, three thousand rules, more than one hundred chains with physical components, and more than two thousand eight hundred chains that are merely frameworks.

But once the framework is in place, which is the blueprint, the subsequent filling in of details is just a matter of time.

Now he wants to turn this blueprint into a real stigmata.

Lynn immersed his mental energy into his sea of ​​consciousness and found that huge network of rules.

The core of the network is an empty space, a position that needs to be integrated.

The three thousand rules are independent of each other and unrelated.

Without a core to hold them together, they are just loose sand.

The core of this integration is himself.

Not his body, but his consciousness, his existence, his path of all things!

This is a path that no one has ever walked before, and it can be considered as extending our reach into the realm of the "true spirit" ahead of time.

Lynn's consciousness spread throughout the network of rules, like water seeping into sand, and every chain of rules and every reserved framework was imbued with his presence.

The rules of death began to pulsate, and the rules of the soul followed suit, as did the rules of space, the rules of ley lines, the rules of stars, the rules of thunder, the rules of war, the rules of wisdom...

All the rules, one after another, began to resonate.

Three thousand rules shone simultaneously, weaving into a vast net within the sea of ​​consciousness, with a mark coalescing at the center of the net.

It is not a single stigmata, but a myriad of stigmata.

The imprint is pulsating, contracting, and coalescing.

Its shape is not fixed; it changes every breath.

Sometimes it resembles a flame, sometimes a pool of clear water, sometimes a sword, and sometimes a shield.

It is searching for its final form.

But it cannot be found because it is not a single rule; all things have no fixed form.

The form of everything is its form.

It is everything.

Lynn's mind directly grasped the mark and pressed it onto his soul.

It feels like a branding iron being pressed onto the skin.

No, it hurts more than a branding iron; it's a brand on the soul.

Three thousand rules simultaneously seared his soul; each one screamed, each one struggled.

They don't want to be unified, they don't want to be tamed.

But they cannot break free, because Lynn's consciousness is the master of this web.

Lynn held on.

The pain lasted for a long time; he didn't know how long—a quarter of an hour, a day, or even an hour.

His consciousness was almost being torn apart, but he didn't let go, gritting his teeth and holding on.

A vast amount of laws surged from the stone bead. Fragments of the Time Law, which originally only changed the flow of time in the world, were suddenly released in large quantities and poured into Lynn's body. They intertwined with the three thousand rules and condensed into a silver-white chain in his sea of ​​consciousness, merging into the Myriad Manifestations Sacred Mark.

The Myriad Manifestations Mark shone even brighter.

The law of time has also become part of it, and it is the most powerful one, surpassing the former "Holy Light" rule.

The hellish torment ended without warning.

Lynn suddenly felt no pain. The mark was quietly affixed to his soul, like a birthmark, neither painful nor itchy.

The three thousand rules fell silent, seemingly... surrendering?

Lynn opened her eyes and looked at her hands.

His hands were glowing; it was the light of all things, the light emitted by the three thousand rules within his body.

You've been promoted!

His body hasn't changed much; it's still the same. But his essence has changed.

He is no longer a mortal, but a holy-marked wizard who carries the rules!

His body was not governed by any fixed rules—he retained his flesh and blood, his physical form, and the bloodline of the Starry Sky Beast.

Those chains of rules intertwine within the body, weaving a net that permeates every inch of flesh, every bone, and every wisp of soul.

It's not about replacing, it's about coexisting.

Lynn stood up and opened his palms.

The goblin world shrank to the size of a palm, a grayish-white sphere with flowing golden patterns on its surface.

Those are traces of the laws of time, and projections of the sacred marks of all things.

If there are highly skilled beings in the small world, they can see an extremely spectacular scene by looking up at the sky.

The densely packed "stigmata" stretched across the high sky, evolving into many different forms.

Just like when Lynn first arrived in the main world and looked up to see the three thousand "Scars of Truth," he was awestruck.

Although most of them are empty templates and cannot generate various elements and substances on their own, they can still help people understand the rules.

Now, he is that supreme, incomprehensible being high in the heavens.

Lynn held the sphere and could feel it beating, like a heart.

His Stigmata Domain is complete!