Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Upon seeing the true face of Mount Lu revealed beneath the ice, the gray-robed wizard's legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, his forehead pressed against the cold stone slab.

"Lord Saint Mark, I did not mean to offend you, please spare my life."

The others were stunned.

No... is this a Stigmata?

Their gaze shifted to the ice sculpture holding the ice block, then to the formal wizard kneeling on the ground.

Even formal wizards have knelt down, so what else is there to say? Kneel!

Thinking of this, their legs went weak, and they knelt down with a thud, their foreheads pressed against the stone slab, begging for mercy.

At this moment, the ice block seemed to be "activated" by the series of changes, and the white frost on its surface began to melt.

The ice layer has thinned, from two meters thick to one meter thick, from one meter thick to half a meter thick...

The human figure inside the ice became increasingly clear.

It was a man with white hair, white eyebrows, and white eyelashes.

He reached his hand out of the ice, grabbed the edge of the ice, and pushed hard. The ice broke, and he walked out.

There wasn't a single drop of water on him; his clothes were dry, and his hair was dry too.

He stood at the edge of the pit, looking down at the people kneeling on the ground, trembling.

The eyes of the Ice Saint Mark were filled with endless indifference.

He snorted.

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly, and a surge of energy welled up from within their bodies.

The formal wizard kneeling on the ground felt his blood grow cold, and something like countless fine needles was swimming in his veins, flowing from his heart to his limbs.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his teeth chattered.

The apprentices nearby fared even worse; some lay face down on the ground with their faces buried in the stone slabs, some curled up in a ball, and some rolled around on the ground hugging their shoulders.

The apprentice, frozen into an ice sculpture, was instantly pulverized by that cold snort.

The ice crystals shattered, scattering blood and flesh across the black stone slab, quickly turning into a mosaic.

Hanbing Shengji didn't look at them again, stepped out of the pit, and flew towards the depths of the Eternal Night Graveyard.

His figure was quickly swallowed up by the fog.

As the Ice Saint Mark departed, the ice needles inside the person kneeling in the square gradually melted, and it took a long time for them to break free from the pain.

The ice blocks in the square were gone, as were the Ice Saint Marks; only ice crystal fragments and broken space bags remained.

The formal wizard scrambled to his feet, his legs still trembling, and he only managed to stay upright by leaning against a nearby black tree.

He didn't say anything, turned around and left, tumbling and crawling, not stopping even as his robe was torn by tree branches.

I almost... I almost died...

The tall, thin man and the short, stout man helped each other to their feet, glanced at the ice crystal fragments, and their faces turned pale.

None of them spoke; they simply lowered their heads and quickly dispersed.

It's already incredibly lucky that they survived; otherwise, even if the Holy Marks killed them all, it wouldn't have made any difference.

All that remained in the square were broken ice shards and shattered stone slabs.

...

In the goblin world, Gregor stared at the giant net of rules in the sky for a long time before reluctantly looking away.

The road to all things is right before my eyes; I can never get enough of looking at it.

This thing is too profound; it can't be understood in a short time.

He looked at Lynn and asked.

"Didn't you say you had an avatar that merged with the will of the world? Bring it out so I can study it."

Lynn nodded, raised his hand, and a gray ball of light suddenly fell from the sky.

The ball of light split open, and all things emerged from within.

It wore a gray robe without any patterns, and grayish-white mist swirled around the edges.

Its face was exactly like Lynn's, but its expression was wooden, its eyes were lifeless, and its pupils were grayish-white, like two stones.

Gregor's eyes lit up.

He walked past Lynn, stood in front of Wanxiang, and looked up at the clone that was half a head taller than him.

He reached out and squeezed Wanxiang's arm.

The body was made of some unknown material; the arms were as hard as iron, with a thin layer of mist on the surface. When you pressed your finger down, the mist dispersed, revealing the gray skin underneath.

The skin has no pores or lines, like a polished stone.

He walked around Vientiane, from left to right, from front to back.

"Is this the world's will after merging with the clone?"

Lynn nodded.

"It is now the will of this world, the supreme god, the will of the world, and the avatar of all things—three identities in one vessel."

Gregor stood up and stared into the eyes of all things.

Wanxiang did not avoid his gaze, just like a stone statue.

Can it act independently?

"Yes, but it has no consciousness of its own. It doesn't move normally and spends most of its time manipulating the rules of the world and converting the power of faith."

Gregor's hand froze in mid-air.

He sensed the gray mist on the surface of the myriad phenomena moving, and the mist itself constantly wriggling.

Tiny specks of light flickered in the mist, golden and very faint, almost invisible unless you looked closely.

That was the power of faith, drifting from every corner of the goblin world, absorbed by all things, transformed into the power of the world, and then transported to every corner of the world to strengthen it.

At this moment, due to the emergence of extraordinary power in the goblin world, some goblins have begun to cultivate, and their demand for extraordinary power is growing.

As extraordinary powers emerged in the world, some ordinary beasts also learned to absorb elements and gained some rudimentary superpowers.

Some plants and minerals also acquire extraordinary power, gaining certain attributes and becoming spiritual plants and materials.

However, the absorption time is too short, so its value is low and its effect is not significant.

Unfortunately, there are no "elemental rifts," "earth veins," or "spiritual veins" in the world that spew out extraordinary elements, otherwise the concentration of extraordinary power would be greatly increased.

Just like when Lynn subdued the Banshees of Wailing Rift, there was a small vent of death energy in their settlement.

The Wailing Rift, thanks to that vent, sustains thousands of banshees and countless undead.

Gregor withdrew his hand and looked at his fingertips.

A layer of grayish-white mist clung to my fingertips, and the mist slowly dissipated.

"When a wizard captures the will of the world, he either refines it into a creation of rules, such as a world spirit, domain spirit, or tower spirit, or seals it away and uses it to control the world."

"I have never seen anyone merge the world's will with their clone and completely gain world authority."

He looked at Vientiane, then at Lynn.

"You always have some inexplicable tricks up your sleeve, and you always manage to succeed. I don't know if it's just good luck or if you're really confident."

Lynn chuckled but didn't say anything.