Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Having sufficiently enhanced his mental strength, Lynn then began to develop his other methods.

Make more preparations to prevent accidents.

Lynn walked back to the table, took out a palm-sized gray metal plate from the ring, and placed it flat on the table.

Those were the sealing artifact materials he had prepared in advance. He planned to use this time to refine a batch of sealing artifacts for high-level undead, as well as a "Ten Thousand Soul Banner" specifically for subduing souls.

The underworld is the final resting place for the dead, and it contains countless souls; it cannot be wasted.

The design concept of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is very simple: a banner is hung on a long pole, with complex containment runes engraved inside. It can continuously absorb and store ghosts and vengeful spirits, and its capacity far exceeds that of ordinary containers.

The materials available are not simple, and Lynn plans to refine them directly into a Saint-grade magical artifact so that it can be used in future battles.

He spent three days completing the procurement of materials and the initial forging of the Myriad Souls Banner, producing a large black banner that emitted black smoke.

It looks rather like a "heretical sect".

It took another half month to debug and improve it, further enhancing its power and stability, and finally it reached the Saint Mark level of a magical artifact.

The crafting of those sealing artifacts for monarchs is slightly more complicated, as each one needs to be tailored to a different type of monarch.

Some seals target physical undead, some target ghostly kings, and a few are specifically designed to deal with kings skilled in spatial displacement.

He spent nearly half a month completing the forging and testing of this batch of sealed magical artifacts, neatly arranging them in the ring.

In the last few days of his seclusion, he sat at his desk and took out each of the sealed magical artifacts he had crafted to check them, confirming that the rune nodes were not loose, the energy circulation was unobstructed, and the sealing structure was intact.

After checking them, he carefully put them away one by one, and then took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to unfold and examine it.

The banner is dark black with a fine metal wire sewn around the edge. The runes are neatly arranged, and the containment runes are activated and ready for use at any time.

Unlike the "Soul Lamp," which conceals and nurtures, the "Ten Thousand Soul Banner" is more aggressive. It can also allow souls to fight and breed within the banner, thereby cultivating a powerful main soul.

After finishing all his work, Lynn finally emerged from seclusion.

Now, Walker's time has come, and it's time to let him go.

Lynn stopped at the edge of the world of the Holy Mark, raised his hand and cut a gap, the other side of the gap leading directly to Walker's secluded place.

A moment later, Walker's figure emerged from the light membrane.

He was carrying an old gray cloth bag, tied with a rope, containing his personal belongings that he had brought in half a year ago.

His sorcery hut has been reverted to its model state and stuffed into a bag.

After Walker settled down, he first bowed to Lynn, then sighed softly.

Good times are always fleeting.

Walker's face was thinner than it had been six months ago, but his eyes were more profound, and his body was more regulated.

Lynn sized him up a few times:

"How's it going? You've made quite a bit of progress in the past six months, haven't you? I remember when you first came in, your mental strength was hovering around the mid-stage of the third ring. Your current state is much more stable than it was then."

Although he has improved significantly, Walker is still some distance away from obtaining the Stigmata.

Walker nodded: "I've touched the threshold of the Holy Mark, but truly crossing over is far too difficult..."

"The structure of the rules is clearer than before, but it will take time to truly internalize those structures."

Lynn nodded: "Being able to touch the threshold of the Holy Mark is already better than many people. Most third-ring cultivators never find the threshold until they die. The fact that you can see it means that you are on the right track."

Walker's expression softened somewhat, and he bowed to Lynn again:

"My lord, I am grateful for your guidance over the past six months. Without your guidance on the Sacred Mark Domain and your suggestions, I might not have even seen the beginning."

"I'll remember this favor. If you ever need my help in the future, please feel free to ask."

Lynn waved his hand: "It's alright, it's just a matter of mutual benefit. You gave me the coordinates of an entire medium-sized world, and in return, you can have half a year to cultivate. It's an equal exchange."

Walker looked somewhat somber upon hearing this, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back.

Lynn seemed to sense his predicament and asked, "By the way, how did you discover that alchemical world, which is so well hidden?"

Walker hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I have a brother, and we've been on several missions together before."

"A year ago, while exploring an unmarked void in the border region, we discovered some unusual spatial fluctuations and decided to split up to investigate, agreeing on a rendezvous time."

"He went in the same direction as the coordinates you later went to, and when the agreed time came, he never came back."

Walker spoke very calmly, clearly having moved on.

"He carries a positioning artifact, which allows me to sense the approximate area where he is located."

"The last location of the signal was in that void, where there was nothing but an empty space."

Walker paused for a moment.

"But the artifact was still emitting signals. I suspected that something was being hidden there, so I spent several months setting up a monitoring array in that area, recording energy fluctuations and data changes every day, and then I found a pattern."

"Every so often, there are very short spatial fluctuations in that area, as if something is going in or out. The fluctuations are very brief, lasting only a few breaths."

"I later captured the outline of the world during a fluctuation, confirming that there was a hidden world there, but the location of that world was extremely unstable and could only reveal its outline under specific conditions."

After Walker finished speaking, Lynn remained silent for a while. Walker's words and the characteristics of the alchemical array on the outer edge of the alchemical world that he had observed matched several key points and were basically consistent.

"And then? You reported it to the college?"

Walker nodded: "It's been reported, but the pattern I observed seems to have changed."

"The college sent people to investigate, but they found nothing. They said my report was a misjudgment and warned me not to waste the college's resources anymore."

"Later I also looked for other wizards, but most wizards can't see that world at all, and I couldn't afford the fee for the Holy Mark, so I didn't push it any further."

He summed up the whole story in one sentence: "Later, when I heard about your acquisition of Mid-Size World, I went to find Old Corey."

Walker finally let out a deep sigh.

"It's his fate that he can't come back. All I can do is turn the last location information he left behind into something useful."

Lynn's gaze fell on Walker, and he nodded knowingly.

No wonder Walker, a third-ring wizard, had information about medium-sized worlds; he obtained it by "sacrificing" his brothers.

It really is true that "brothers sacrificed to heaven possess boundless power."