Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

"I originally thought..." Gregor began slowly.

"It would have taken you at least a few more years to get to this point, I didn't expect..."

He shook his head and gave a wry smile.

"I've wasted my life for over a hundred years, being surpassed by a brat who's only been in school for ten years."

Lynn bowed slightly: "Mentor, you flatter me. Without your guidance, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Gregor waved his hand, too lazy to listen to such polite words.

He walked to the chair next to him and sat down, pointing to the seat opposite him: "Sit down, tell me, what are your plans for the future? Are you still planning to stay in the main world?"

Lynn sat down opposite him:

"Yes, I'm going back to the main world, but I don't plan to do any more garrison missions. I'm going to explore the main world properly."

"Traveling? You have the leisure for that?" Gregor raised an eyebrow.

"Mm." Lynn nodded.

"I've been in the main world for ten years, holed up in the mines, and haven't had a chance to really explore. This is a good opportunity to go out and see the sights and continue analyzing the Mark of Truth."

Gregor glanced at him, a half-smile on his face: "I didn't realize you were such a hedonist, you know how to enjoy life."

Lynn smiled but offered no explanation.

His real purpose was to repay the remaining 1,200 or so traces of truth in the main world.

At the current parsing speed, all shallow layers can be parsed in a little over a year. Exploration is just a side project; parsing is the main task.

"Is there a destination?" Gregor asked.

"No," Lynn shook his head. "I'll take on a few quests in the main world later, and go wherever the quests are."

Gregor nodded.

"I can tell you're not one to sit still either. If I had your talent, I would have already been preparing to advance to the Saintly Mark. So, which path are you planning to take?"

Lynn knew what he was asking.

To condense a Holy Mark, one must choose at least one law to study in depth; this is the only way for a third-circle wizard to reach a fourth-circle Holy Mark.

He raised his head, his gaze calm and resolute: "As I said before, I want to walk the path of all things."

Gregor was slightly taken aback.

He turned to look at Lynn and stared into his eyes for a long time.

There was no hesitation, no probing in those eyes, only an almost stubborn determination.

He thought that his ten-year posting experience had made Lynn realize the difficulty of this path and that he would choose a more stable direction.

Soul, death, earth, space, stars...

With his talent, he could navigate any of them smoothly and reach the Holy Mark at top speed.

I didn't expect this kid to be so stubborn.

"The Path of All Things..." Gregor repeated softly, shaking his head.

"Do you know how difficult this path is? The Eternal Night Graveyard has nineteen sacred marks, seven main ones and twelve secondary ones. Which one wasn't formed over thousands of years by our predecessors?"

"To walk the path of all things means to master multiple laws simultaneously and integrate them into your own path."

"Those who have tried to take this path throughout history are not just you and me, but they have all failed..."

He didn't go on.

He was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Mentor, you know my personality. I won't do things I'm not sure I can do."

Gregor looked at him, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, he sighed and waved his hand:

"Alright, since you've made up your mind, I'm too lazy to try to persuade you anymore. You've chosen your own path, so just walk it to the end."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Lynn got up to say goodbye and returned to his residence.

That is, the original laboratory of Morpheus.

He stood at the door, raised his hand and pressed it against the door, his mental energy vibrating at a specific frequency as he silently recited the coded message known only to himself.

The runes on the door flashed three times, and it slowly opened inward.

Stepping inside, it was completely empty.

When he left ten years ago, he took everything he could carry with him—the Soul Furnace, all kinds of equipment, materials, witchcraft artifacts, research data—leaving nothing behind.

Now only a few rudimentary fixed pieces of equipment remain, standing forlornly in the corner, covered in dust.

Lynn glanced at it but didn't pay any attention.

He won't be staying for more than a few days this time, so there's no need to rearrange things.

He raised his hand, and a [Magic Trick] was silently released.

An invisible airflow swept through the entire room, gathering all the dust into clumps and piling them in the corners.

The floor and tabletops were restored to their original shine, and the air felt fresher.

Lynn took the Soul Furnace from the Ring of the Dead and placed it in the center of the room.

Then, the Dragon Soul Main Soul was summoned and thrown into the furnace, along with a batch of pure soul fragments, to activate the furnace's nurturing mode.

Golden soul mist slowly churned in the furnace, with the dragon-shaped phantom at the center appearing and disappearing intermittently.

At the current feeding rate, the Dragon Soul will reach the peak of level 5 in three months at most, and you can try to break through to level 6.

However, it requires a significant amount of pure soul.

...

The next morning, Lynn went to the Temple of the Mark of Truth.

It was still that empty hall, with the enormous Eye of Rules floating in the center.

Lynn looked up at the dome, observing the regular light patterns carved above with his naked eye and mental power without relying on "analysis".

Although Lynn analyzed nearly two thousand "Scars of Truth" in the main world, his analysis was superficial and he did not fully grasp any of them.

Of course, if he truly mastered it, he wouldn't be a third ring, but a holy mark.

Now, facing the rules and light patterns above the dome, Lynn finds it difficult to comprehend the rules on his own.

Shaking his head, Lynn abandoned this futile attempt and walked to the center of the hall to activate his soul crystal plaque.

The tower spirit's emotionless voice echoed in his mind:

"Lynn, soul imprint confirmed."

"Current life energy level: Peak of the third ring, authority level upgraded to 'Level 3 Official Wizard'. Soul plaque updating..."

A beam of light shot out from the Eye of Rules and landed on the nameplate at his waist.

A slight humming sound emanated from inside the nameplate, and the runes on its surface became even more intricate once again.

"Update complete. You have officially registered as a third-ring wizard of the Bone Spire. Your title 'Lord of All Things' is retained..."

Lynn put away the nameplate and turned to leave.

Next, he went to the ossuary to update his knowledge and research findings with the latest information.

As he emerged from the ossuary, the long-dormant communication slab trembled slightly. He probed it with his mental energy, and Harold's familiar voice rang out:

"Lord Lynn! I heard you've returned? I've prepared some light refreshments to welcome you back. When would you be available?"

Harold's information network is truly impressive; he received the news as soon as I returned.

Lynn wanted to refuse, as he had never been interested in such social engagements.

But Harold then added, "This time it's not just me, but also all those long-time clients who have often sought your help over the years."

"They all heard you're back and want to thank you in person. If it's convenient for you, would you do me the honor of joining them?"

Lynn was silent for a moment, then changed his mind.

Those long-term clients include "experts" from various fields.

Constructor, Enchanter, Alchemist, Runemaster...

They've given Lynn plenty of magic stones over the years.

Although it was always a transaction, since the other party took the initiative to ask to meet, he couldn't completely refuse.

"When?" he asked.

Harold's voice immediately brightened: "How about tonight? At my shop! I'll have Thomas prepare some good food and wine!"

Lynn agreed, "Okay."

With communication cut off, he put away the communication stone tablet and headed directly towards the Ghost Market.