Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Behind the door was an even narrower passage, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side, and just over two meters high.

Lynn walked down the corridor, her footsteps echoing in the narrow space.

He slowed his pace, remained vigilant, and [Analysis] remained constantly active.

After walking twenty steps, the passage led to another stone chamber.

This one is much bigger than the previous one.

In the center of the stone chamber stands a three-meter-high stone tablet, its entire body a deep blue, its surface covered with densely engraved thunder patterns.

The lightning patterns weren't carved on; they seemed to grow naturally on the surface of the stone tablet, with each line shimmering with a subtle blue light.

Lynn stopped at the doorway, his gaze falling on the stone tablet.

[Analysis] It provides instant feedback—this is not an ordinary rune stele, but a manifestation of a "Scar of Thunderous Truth".

His heart skipped a beat.

The embodiment of the traces of truth.

What does this mean?

This means that an ancient shaman used special means to extract a complete rule of thunder from the world and seal it in this stone tablet.

The stone tablet itself is a container, holding that fragment of the rule.

Anyone who can decipher this stone tablet is essentially witnessing a living trace of truth.

These are not the intangible phantoms in the sky of the main world, but real, tangible rules!

I have only superficially analyzed the Thunder-type Truth Mark, but this thing is still very useful to me.

Lynn took a deep breath, suppressing her excitement.

"No wonder they used triple restrictions to seal the door. No wonder the Thunderbird clan has guarded it for generations. If word gets out about this, all the lightning wizards in the Bone Spire will go crazy."

The Truth Mark of the entire wizarding world is now protected by layers of great True Spirit Wizards, making it impossible to peel away the rules.

Those two outside, whether warriors or knights or something, had no idea what they were talking about. They left the most valuable items behind and only took the scraps.

He slowly approached the stone tablet, his gaze sweeping over the lightning patterns.

Every line is flowing, and every curve contains a certain pattern.

He could feel tiny arcs of electricity jumping in the air around him just by looking at it.

Lynn stopped three steps in front of the stone tablet, without immediately reaching out.

He walked around the stone tablet, carefully observing each side.

The base of the stone tablet was engraved with a line of small characters in ancient script, the same as the script on the rolled-up animal skin.

Lynn crouched down and leaned closer to take a closer look.

The inscription was carved on the front of the base, the characters were neat and powerful, and the strokes were deeply embedded in the stone.

He read through each character one by one, and the [Analysis] function was activated simultaneously, comparing it with ancient text samples in the memory library.

Three breaths later, the translation appeared:

"Lord of Thunder, Kane, sealed a primordial source here. If any descendant receives my command, they may enter the Thunder Domain to seek the truth."

Hmm... it's still about the Thunder Domain Trial.

The stele is covered with thunder patterns on all four sides, with the most dense patterns on the front, slightly sparser patterns on the back, and patterns centered on the sides.

The lightning patterns were not static, but flowed slowly, like they were alive.

There are several rows of stone shelves on the walls around the stone chamber, which should have been used to display some items, but are now empty.

Previously, there should have been items like thunder crystals and crystal bottles placed inside that space ring.

After circling around, Lynn returned to the stone tablet.

Now it's time to deal with this stone tablet.

He stood in front of the stone tablet and pondered for a moment.

There are two options: take the entire stone tablet with you, or stay here and contemplate its meaning.

Taking it away carries some risks.

Once the stone tablet is removed from the magic array, the fragments of rules within it may slowly dissipate.

Even with the best sealing methods, some energy will be lost every day.

When we return to the academy, at most only half will remain.

If you were to try to understand it here, it would take at least a few days.

But in the next few days, he can wholeheartedly absorb the rules within this stone tablet without any waste.

From this perspective, it is certainly safest to try to understand it through comprehension.

And Lynn chose...

I want both!

First, try to understand it, and then find a way to completely extract it.

This thing is a treasure. Even if only one-tenth of it remains after being separated, it's still better than leaving it to benefit future generations.

Lynn made a quick decision.

He sat cross-legged in front of the stone tablet, adjusted his breathing, and slowly let his spiritual energy penetrate the stone tablet.

In an instant, countless images of thunder rushed into my mind.

Lightning tore through the sky and crashed down, splitting the earth in two.

Lightning struck the rocks, scattering fragments everywhere.

Lightning ignited the forest, and flames shot into the sky.

Lightning streaked through the clouds, illuminating the entire night sky.

Lightning strikes living beings, instantly taking their lives.

That was the fury of thunder, destruction, speed, and invincible power.

The scene continues.

Lightning struck the parched earth, and rain followed.

Lightning strikes the air, producing nitrogen fertilizer that nourishes the soil.

After the lightning, everything comes back to life, and new shoots emerge from the scorched earth.

That is the life force of thunder, the rebirth after destruction, the other side of the rules.

Lynn's consciousness was immersed in these images, and he remained motionless.

He didn't know how much time had passed—maybe a few minutes, maybe a few days—before he suddenly "woke up."

Those images disappeared, replaced by countless fine lightning patterns emerging in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Each lightning pattern corresponds to a rule, and each rule is intertwined with the others.

The speed of thunder, the power of thunder, the destruction of thunder, the vitality of thunder...

They are not isolated, but together they constitute a complete trace of truth.

The Thunderous Truth Mark... Complete!

Lynn opened his eyes.

With this Mark of Truth, Lynn's current mental strength, which surpasses the limits of a third-ring wizard, is fully capable of advancing to the Saint Mark.

But that's not enough...

Even with spiritual power not yet at its limit, the "Myriad Manifestations" Holy Mark is not comparable to a single bolt of lightning.

He ascended to the Saint Mark through the Path of Thunder, ultimately transforming into a body of thunder element.

This is the orthodox path of a wizard—abandoning the mortal body, embracing the rules, and becoming a part of the rules.

Powerful and pure, but it also means completely bidding farewell to the form of "human".

Lynn looked down at his hands.

This body carries the bloodline of a cosmic beast and possesses physical strength exceeding limits, enough to rival a peak-level bloodline wizard.

If you follow the orthodox path of the Stigmata, you will lose all of this.

Transforming into lightning means that this physical body will be completely replaced by the element of lightning.

That powerful force will disappear completely.

Lynn clenched her fists.

Such a waste.

It's not that I'm reluctant to part with this body, but rather that I'm unwilling to accept it.

The bloodline of a cosmic behemoth, the physical strength exceeding all limits, and its various innate talents...

Giving up on these things would be the biggest waste of all my efforts over the years.

Why must one abandon their physical body to advance to the next level of the Stigmata?

But how can one advance to the level of a Stigmata without elementalization and irregularization?

Does this mean... we really have to make a choice?