Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Several dozen breaths later, when his vision cleared again, Lynn was standing in a completely unfamiliar place.

Beneath their feet was a small teleportation array made of warm, white jade, with cyan-gold runes inlaid along its edges.

The air lacked the heavy negative energy of the Eternal Night Graveyard; instead, it was filled with a more "vibrant" and "profound" energy.

That was the primordial power of the main world, mixed with subtle fluctuations of countless rules such as life, elements, earth, and sky.

What a colorful world it truly is.

Before Lynn could even observe his surroundings, he was completely stunned by the sight above him, and his whole body froze on the spot.

The sky above was no longer the perpetually dark, purplish-blue canopy of the Eternal Night Graveyard, but a clear, pale blue dome shimmering with the faint light of dawn.

And above that sky, countless magnificent, dazzling, enormous streaks of light stretched out, seemingly composed of the purest rules themselves!

They were placed high in the sky, each with a different shape.

Some are like winding silver rivers, flowing with the breath of time.

Some are like burning golden flames, radiating the will of destruction and rebirth.

Some resemble the illusory image of a giant tree with intertwined roots, its roots penetrating the void and its branches covering the sky.

Some resemble swirling star vortexes, with each point of light a miniature rune of rules.

Others resemble chains, gears, unfurled scrolls, or frozen lightning...

Vast, majestic, profound, and boundless.

Unlike the nineteen "stigmata" in the Eternal Night Graveyard, which are full of death and the characteristics of the dead, each light mark here is more "primitive" and more "complete".

It is as if the framework of rules existed since the beginning of the world, and it is the most basic truth that constitutes this main world.

[Analysis] Trembling instinctively—not out of fear, but out of hunger.

Thirty workstations simultaneously issued piercing warnings: Information overload! Rule density too high!

Lynn forcibly suppressed the urge to "analyze," and simply used the most basic senses to "see" and "feel."

This is also the method by which a typical orthodox wizard comprehends the "Scar of Truth".

Of course, everyone's understanding is different, and even with the same rule, people may take very different paths.

Some perceive the heat and explosiveness of the flames, while others perceive the light and warmth...

As Lynn gazed at the miraculous sights unfolding before him, he found himself unconsciously murmuring to himself:

"This is... the Scar of Truth?"

"It really is... incredibly spectacular..."

He stood there, like a stream fish seeing the ocean for the first time, his mind reeling from the boundless sea of ​​rules.

For several dozen breaths, it seemed as if time had frozen.

"The teleportation array is lit up! It's a teleportation point from the academy!"

The two Grand Knight guards who were guarding the teleportation array were stunned when they saw the figure that suddenly appeared in the array. Then they were shocked.

One of them channeled his battle aura and turned to rush towards the small building next to the teleportation hall: "Deacon! Deacon! People from the academy have arrived!"

On the second floor of the small building, a middle-aged man wearing a comfortable silk robe and sporting a small mustache was leaning against a soft couch, sipping fragrant tea with his eyes half-closed.

Behind him, a beautiful young woman was gently massaging his shoulders, her slender hands slowly slipping inside his robe.

This man was none other than Horn, the steward of the Bone Spire guarding the city's teleportation point, a third-class apprentice who had chosen to retire abroad after losing hope of promotion.

Hearing the guard's panicked shouts, Horn's hand trembled, and he almost knocked over his teacup.

"People from the academy are here? Didn't we just send off a supply team this month?!"

He hurriedly got up, hastily put on the gray robe that symbolized his status, even buttoning two buttons wrong, and rushed downstairs.

Although his job maintaining the teleportation array didn't pay much, it was still much better than his colleagues in the academy who never saw the light of day.

He had enjoyed all the riches and luxuries of the world in this city, making it a perfect fit for someone like him who preferred a "laid-back" lifestyle.

Moreover, the city lord would give him an extra "subsidy" every year, making it a very lucrative position.

When he reached the teleportation hall, he saw Lynn recovering from his shock and slowly walking down the teleportation array.

Horn's gaze immediately fell on Lynn's black magic-patterned wizard robe and the soul crystal nameplate at his waist.

A certified wizard! And... such a young certified wizard!

Horn was shocked and quickly ran forward.

He stopped five steps away from Lynn, bowed deeply, and spoke with a respectful tone tinged with barely concealed nervousness:

"My lord! I am Horn, a third-class apprentice at the Bone Spire, and currently the deacon of the Styx Tributary Node City teleportation point. Welcome to the main world!"

Lynn withdrew his gaze from the surroundings, looked at Horn, and nodded slightly: "Lynn, on the orders of the academy, go to the Valley of Souls to guard it."

"Soul Valley!" Horn was startled again.

That's one of the most infamous "dead lands" in the North, a deadly ley line node that frequently overflows with a large amount of death energy and requires a formal wizard to guard it year-round.

Where was this young man sent?

He dared not ask any further questions and quickly replied, "Sir, you are truly young and promising. If you ever need to use the teleportation array to return to the academy or travel to other locations in the future, you may come here at any time, and I will make the arrangements for you."

This is also the responsibility of the college's dispatched deacons.

At this moment, another guard had already used his fighting spirit to rush to the city lord's mansion to report the news.

The appearance of a formal wizard is enough to warrant a personal reception from the city lord.

As Horn accompanied Lynn out of the teleportation area, he explained the situation of the Bone Spire in the main world.

Lynn listened attentively. After all, the main world was a mixed bag, unlike the "Eternal Night Graveyard" which was as pure.

Horn was about to say a few more words about the local situation.

Suddenly, an old but lightning-fast figure burst through the air from the direction of the City Lord's Mansion and landed in front of the teleportation hall in just a few breaths!

The newcomer wore a deep purple noble robe with gold trim. His hair and beard were white, but his complexion was ruddy and his eyes were sharp as an eagle's.

He exuded the distinct aura of a second-circle wizard, but what was even more striking was his dignified bearing, a trait often associated with those in positions of power.

Lord Roland, a second-circle wizard, hails from the Bone Spire and has guarded this city for over two hundred years.

As soon as Roland landed, his eyes locked onto Lynn.

When he sensed the powerful spiritual energy and solid soul fluctuations emanating from Lynn, an undisguised shock flashed in his eyes.

So young, yet his mental strength is already approaching the threshold of the Second Ring Road! And the essence of his soul is unfathomable!

Is this some old monster's disciple? Or a seed secretly cultivated by the academy?

Countless thoughts flashed through Roland's mind in an instant, but a sincere and enthusiastic smile appeared on his face. He stepped forward a few paces, cupped his hands, and said:

"This must be the academy's newly appointed garrison wizard? I am Roland, the city lord of this city. Welcome to North Nether City!"

Lynn politely returned the greeting with a cupped-hand salute: "Lynn greets Lord City Lord."