Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

"This is the Myriad Manifestations Mark?" Gregor murmured to himself.

Lynn stood beside him and nodded.

Grigor took a few steps forward, squatted down, and touched the ground beneath his feet.

Black, soft, with tiny pebbles embedded in the soil.

He grabbed a handful of soil and let it slip through his fingers.

"Your field is so realistic, it feels like a real world?"

Lynn nodded.

"This world is real. I used an avatar to achieve the supreme god status through faith and replaced the will of the world."

"When ascending to the Myriad Manifestations realm, the clone also merged with the world's will, which is how a complete small world was refined into the Sacred Mark Domain."

Gregor was even more astonished upon hearing this.

To dedicate an entire world to the realm of Holy Marks—what audacity!

Ordinary Stigmata Wizards only possess a tiny fragment of a plane, some even just a tiny place, a world apart from this place.

However, this trick is only usable by Lynn. Even if a regular wizard wanted to replicate it, without the "All-Encompassing" Holy Mark, they would not be able to refine the small world.

Gregor stood up and looked up at the net again.

"These are the three thousand rules of the main world? Why do some of the rule chains look rather illusory?"

"These are the three thousand 'Traces of Truth' I observed in the main world, and one hundred and thirty-seven of them are physical chains formed by me absorbing the rules of other minor worlds."

"The remaining 2,800-plus entries are currently just frames; they will be filled in later."

Gregor remained silent for a long time.

Absorb the world's rules and condense them into your own set of rules?

Is this even possible?

This is not a good thing. The damage to the small world is enormous, and it could easily cause the world to collapse.

If all wizards did this, there would be no way for other worlds to survive.

Fortunately, everyone was following the proper channels and didn't have the ability to learn from the rules.

Gregor wanted to say a few more words of advice, but then he thought that he was in a dark wizarding academy and that they were all dark wizards, so he gave up.

Dark wizards are a bunch of selfish people who harm others for their own benefit. As long as they can improve themselves, sacrificing a world or two is no big deal for them.

Gregor turned around, about to say something, when his gaze suddenly fell on a block of ice on the island.

That block of ice was unbelievably large, standing two meters tall, with a layer of white frost on its surface, making it impossible to see what was inside.

Gregor's curiosity was piqued.

"What is that?"

Lynn followed his gaze and her heart skipped a beat.

That Ice Saint Mark?

After Vientiane suppressed it, it was left on the island and forgotten to be dealt with.

result...

He coughed.

"You flatter me, mentor. The garbage in this field hasn't been cleaned up yet."

Gregor wanted to look again, but Lynn had already walked up to the ice block, reached out and pressed down on the ice surface, pushing it out of the Stigmata Domain.

The ice shard crossed the gray-white boundary and disappeared in the direction of the laboratory.

Gregor was too late to stop it and watched helplessly as the ice floe disappeared into the horizon.

"That thing looks like it has a lot of energy, like a top-quality material, and you just threw it away like that?"

Lynn scratched his head.

"It's just trash, nothing good."

Gregor glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions. He looked up and continued to look at the giant net of heavenly principles.

...

The ice block emerged from the domain projection and, under Lynn's control, flew out of the laboratory and along the main road of the Bone Spire.

Its speed increased, and the sharp ice crystals left a white trail in the air.

At the end of the main road is a small square paved with black stone slabs and surrounded by several withered black trees.

The ice block hit the stone slab in the center of the square, shattering the slab and sending fragments flying in all directions.

The ice block remained embedded in the pit, completely still.

Several apprentices were passing by on the main road when they were startled by the sound of ice chunks hitting the ground.

They gathered around and stood at the edge of the pit, looking down.

The ice block is two meters high, with a layer of white frost on its surface, beneath which lies a transparent layer of ice.

There seemed to be something inside, but it was blurry and I couldn't see it clearly.

The ice layer was too thick, and the frost was too dense.

An apprentice in a gray robe squatted down, trying to use his mental energy to probe the inside of the ice block, but his mental energy was bounced back as soon as it touched the ice surface.

There was an invisible barrier on the ice that blocked his mental energy.

The gray-robed apprentice felt a chill run through his body, as if his very soul was about to be frozen.

"What is that thing? Where did it fly from?"

A tall, thin apprentice asked.

"I don't know, we didn't even see it clearly, it just came crashing down on us."

Another short, stout apprentice squatted by the pit, carefully examining the ice lump.

"Could it be some kind of treasure?" The tall, thin man's eyes lit up.

"treasure?"

As soon as those two words were uttered, an apprentice in a blue robe immediately squeezed through the crowd from behind.

His robe was embroidered with snowflake patterns, and he wore an ice crystal badge on his chest.

Third-class apprentice, specializing in ice element.

He looked at the ice block, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He coughed and cleared his throat.

"Stop looking, this is my stuff. It accidentally fell out of my storage ring just now."

The others looked at him with disdain.

Your stuff? Are you trying to fool the dead?

"Yours?" The tall, thin man frowned. "When did you get such a big treasure?"

The apprentice specializing in ice stood tall.

"I've always had it, I just haven't taken it out."

After saying that, he walked up to the ice block and opened his arms as if to hug the ice.

The ice block was a head taller than him, and his arms couldn't wrap around it; he could only hold the front part of it.

He pressed his body against the ice, his face against the surface, and the corners of his mouth turned up as if to pull them away.

The next second, his body froze.

The ice was no longer warm, and a biting chill surged into his body from it.

His skin changed from flesh-colored to bluish-purple, then to grayish-white, his eyeballs froze solid, and his mouth remained frozen in an upturned position.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into an ice sculpture, still in the posture of hugging a block of ice.

The onlookers gasped and hurriedly retreated, afraid of following in their footsteps.

The tall, thin man tucked his hands into his sleeves, while the short, stout man plopped down on the ground.

No one dared to step forward.

The commotion quickly attracted the attention of the "big boss," a middle-aged wizard in a gray robe who walked over from the main road.

A first-ring formal wizard, with a soul crystal nameplate hanging from his waist.

He saw the ice block in the square and the crowd surrounding it, walked over to take a look, and was immediately drawn to the ice block in the center.

His gaze lingered on the ice block for a few seconds, then he looked at the apprentice frozen into an ice sculpture.

His lips twitched, revealing a greedy smile.

This is amazing! Top-quality ice-type material!

The wizard walked up to the ice block, took a spatial bag from his waist, opened the bag, and aimed it at the ice block.

The opening of the space bag widened, and a suction force pulled the ice block inside.

The ice block was pulled halfway in when the opening of the space bag suddenly exploded, and the ice block fell out of the exploded opening, crashing to the ground and creating another crater.

Fragments of the spatial bag were scattered all over the ground, and the wizard was blasted back a few steps.

His expression changed, but he wasn't looking at the burst bag; he was looking at the human figure and patterns faintly visible beneath the white frost on the surface of the ice block.

Those are holy marks!