Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Another half month has passed inside the Bone Spire Academy.

Lynn sat in a corner on the third floor of the skeletal remains storage room, with the last rune of the restriction floating in front of him.

The unseen runes spun slowly in the air, like a curled-up spider.

He had been staring at this rune for three days, during which time his three hundred workstations were constantly analyzing its structure.

The structure of the runes was more complex than he had anticipated. It was not a single seal, but a three-layered nesting system, with each layer having its own independent energy loop and verification mechanism.

The first layer is energy frequency verification, the second layer is soul fluctuation verification, and the third layer is something he has never seen before—a conceptual imprint bound to the history of the academy.

Lynn raised his right hand, and a grayish-white light shone from his fingertips.

The light split into three hundred strands, each precisely piercing a node in the rune.

The rune trembled, its surface patterns twisted for several breaths, and then it cracked.

The runes flickered in the air a few times, then went dark.

The restriction has been lifted...

Lynn withdrew his hand, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

I used to having tea and chatting with Wayne, but now that he's gone, I'm finding it a bit hard to adjust these past two weeks.

After the white-haired man took over Wayne's job, he never met him or spoke a word to him.

No other holy marks entered the third floor; it was just him and the silent bookshelves.

Now, it's finally over.

He sat up straight, with all three hundred workstations open.

One by one, the books on the bookshelf were opened, and knowledge flooded into the library of memory like a tide.

A vast amount of information unfolded in his mind: witchcraft models, meditation techniques, rune arrays, alchemy recipes, necromancy methods.

He doesn't need to look at most of the content in detail; he can just include it.

But a few books caught his attention.

The first book is "The World Devourer's Notes".

The cover was black, with no title, only a blurry handprint.

The notebook was unsigned, but judging from the handwriting and content, it was written by a stigmata wizard who had lived for over a thousand years.

The notes detailed his methods for devouring multiple small worlds.

That's right, it's the devouring that follows conquest.

Disassemble the entire world, strip away the rules and integrate them into your own domain, compress matter into energy, and harvest and refine souls into nourishment.

That's considered them taking advantage of me completely.

The notebook contained intricate array diagrams, marked the coordinates of the world's weak points, and recorded various unexpected events encountered during the absorption process and the corresponding coping methods.

Lynn turned to the last page, where a few lines of text were written.

"When it devoured the seventeenth world, the rules within the domain backfired, its physical body collapsed, its soul escaped and parasitized a usable husk, and its strength dropped to the initial stage of the Saint Mark."

"A warning to future generations: Devouring worlds requires caution. Conflicts in the rules cannot be ignored. It is recommended to recuperate for at least a hundred years after each devouring, and wait for the rules to be fully integrated before proceeding again."

Lynn put the notes into her memory library.

A hundred years? He can't wait that long.

Moreover, the two "devouring" methods are different. Lynn's is more like absorption, using "all phenomena" to absorb the rules of the world and integrate the world into the goblin world.

It is more moderate and stable, and there will be no conflict.

Moreover, with the "Myriad Phenomena" of the Heavenly Dao suppressing everything, the rules cannot possibly erupt.

The second book is "Time Fault Survey Report".

The academy's official document bears the seal of the Spire of Bones on its cover and is dated three hundred years ago.

The report details a survey of a time fault.

Time faults are regions where spacetime rules are disordered, and they usually appear deep in the void or at the boundaries of certain special planes.

The flow of time inside the fault is chaotic; time is extremely fast in some areas, extremely slow in others, and even reversed in some areas.

The survey team spent three years locating the fault entrance and another six months establishing stable anchor points at the fault edge.

Of the twelve formal wizards who entered the fault zone, only four returned alive.

The report detailed the causes of the casualties: sudden changes in the flow of time leading to physical aging, time reversal causing memory confusion, attacks by time-traveling creatures in the fault line, and the most dangerous time loop trap.

Once trapped, the victim will be trapped in an infinite loop for a period of time until their energy is depleted.

Lynn saw a map attached to the end of the report, marking the locations of three known time faults.

He secretly memorized the coordinates.

It wasn't that he wanted to take risks, but his mysterious stone bead was retrieved from a time rift, and if he could find more fragments, his understanding of the rules of time would be faster.

Time acceleration—the ability he had always dreamed of.

However, it's still too dangerous there.

The third book is "Journey to the River Styx".

The author is identified as "The Ferryman".

Legend has it that there are ferrymen in the River Styx who guide lost souls.

The travelogue records the author's observations along the River Styx.

The River Styx is located in the underworld. It is not an ordinary river, but an endless expanse of grayish-white water, with a wide surface from which the opposite bank cannot be seen.

River water is a fluid formed from the condensation of the forgotten souls of countless dead.

Mist floated on the river, and countless tiny points of light danced within it, each a fragment of a forgotten memory.

The riverbanks stretched out into endless wilderness, gray earth, gray stones, and a gray sky.

Monsters roam the wilderness, including all sorts of bizarre creatures from the underworld, ordinary skeletons and zombies, as well as powerful undead lords and underworld overlords.

The travelogue focuses on describing the territories and habits of several monarchs, as well as the locations of several relatively safe crossings on the River Styx.

The author concludes by writing: "Deep within the River Styx, true spirits slumber; they must not be disturbed."

The true spirit is asleep?

Lynn closed her notebook.

My main purpose in entering the River Styx is to find Lin Chen, not to destroy the River Styx, so I shouldn't provoke any true spirits.

He can cross the River Styx in his physical body right now.

His physical body was far stronger than that of an ordinary Saint-level undead, so the corruption of the Styx had a limited effect on him.

If those spirits can survive in the underworld, then I certainly can too.

But he still wanted to find out about the River Styx before entering.

The River Styx is too vast. Lin Chen fell in through that leak and no one knows where he was swept away to.

He can't just search aimlessly like a headless fly.

He needed more information to deduce which area Lin Chen might be in.

At that moment, Lynn suddenly remembered the Star Observatory.

I thought of the old apprentice, the dark gold star heart, and the phrase, "This is an ancient covenant."

People at the Star Observatory like to be riddle tellers, only saying half of what they mean and leaving the other half for you to guess.

But since they can make a living from this, they must have a lot of information at their disposal.

About fate, about the stars, about the secrets hidden deep in the void.

Why did they give me the heart of the cosmic behemoth? Am I just a pawn, or part of their plan?

Since they've spent so much money betting on themselves, now we should ask them why they bet.