Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

The teleportation array was completed at noon the next day.

A massive magic circle, ten meters in diameter, was carved on the open ground outside the royal city. The array was intricately patterned and inlaid with hundreds of magic stones.

Several apprentices are making final adjustments.

Marco walked up to Lynn:

"My lord, the teleportation array has been successfully tested and can be used to return directly to the academy. The coordinates are set to the Bone Spire teleportation zone."

After collecting all the undead, Lynn stood up and took one last look at the world he had conquered.

He then turned around and stepped onto the teleportation array.

The array patterns lit up, and white light engulfed him.

The next second, he appeared in the familiar teleportation hall of the Bone Spire.

Once the mission is complete, Isaac and Marco have confirmed Lynn's performance and submitted the mission report, the mission can be settled.

The reward will be presented by a steward when the time comes; he won't need to go to the mission hall to settle the score.

Back in his lab, Lynn began to organize his findings.

Sitting next to the Soul Forge, there were more than a dozen items in front of me.

The crystal box that sealed the core of the evil spirit, the spatial ring, various cultivation methods, and a bunch of top-tier materials and sacred artifacts brought back from the world of Ella.

He picked up the crystal box that sealed the evil spirit.

Inside the box, the fist-sized black soul core floated silently, its surface occasionally rippling.

Through the crystal, faint wails could be heard, the howls of countless resentful spirits trapped inside.

Lynn opened the box and used his mental power to lift out the soul core, holding it above his palm.

【Analysis】Start.

One hundred workstations simultaneously began analyzing the structure of this soul core.

This thing is strange.

It is neither a simple aggregate of souls nor a pure crystallization of energy.

At its core is an extremely concentrated mass of resentment, woven from the hatred, fear, and despair of millions of dead souls.

Those resentments were like countless fine threads, intertwining and weaving together to form an impenetrable net.

The mesh is filled with absorbed flesh and blood essence and fragments of soul, which glue the whole net together like glue.

At the very core, there is a black crystal the size of a grain of rice.

The aura emanating from the crystal made Lynn frown slightly; it was pure malice, without any impurities or compromises.

"interesting."

Lynn tried to use his mental power to penetrate the soul core, attempting to analyze the weaving pattern of those threads of resentment.

Upon contact, countless negative emotions surged forth through the mental energy—anger, fear, despair, resentment, jealousy, greed...

These negative emotions, like a burst dam, surged wildly through his consciousness.

Lynn was prepared.

The soul barrier unfolded instantly, blocking out all those negative emotions.

He continued to delve deeper, trying to understand the structure of those threads.

Half an hour later, he withdrew his mental energy, his brows furrowing slightly.

This thing has a very complex structure.

Those threads of resentment were not "woven" together, but formed naturally by their intertwining.

Like the roots of a tree, they grow in all directions, entangled in whatever they encounter, with no discernible pattern.

He tried to use his mental power to simulate those threads, hoping to replicate a miniature aggregate of resentment.

Failed.

The threads, barely formed, repelled each other and broke apart.

He reinforced it with death energy, but the threads disintegrated into the most basic fragments of the soul.

He used the essence of flesh and blood as a binder, but the fragments instead began to devour each other, turning into a chaotic mass of energy.

I tried more than a dozen methods, but none of them worked.

Lynn stopped and stared at the soul core for a long time.

This thing should be considered a "negative form of the world," and its birth requires too many coincidences.

First, there's the core; then, enough people die in a short period of time; there needs to be enough fear and despair; there needs to be a specific guide; there needs to be a ritual; and there needs to be the tacit approval of the world's will.

All conditions are indispensable.

Copying? Almost impossible.

Mass production? Forget about it.

Lynn sighed and put the soul core back into the crystal box.

Although it cannot be copied, this thing itself is still useful.

The millions of resentments it stores can be slowly extracted and fed to the main soul or refined into special undead spirits.

The black crystal at the core can also be used to forge magical artifacts targeting the soul.

He put the box back into his ring and set it aside for the time being.

Next is the second experiment.

Lynn stood up and walked to the open space in the center of the laboratory.

He closed his eyes and probed the realm of the dead with his spiritual power.

That space has been with him for more than a decade, gradually expanding from a small space to its current size.

It was about half the size of the Bone Spire Academy, filled with undead, materials, and miscellaneous items.

Lynn now holds thirty chains of rules, which are the foundation of the world. Can he use them to build a small world within his own body?

After all, we have the space and the rules; as long as we integrate them, it should be feasible.

With that in mind, Lynn decided to give it a try.

The boundary of the undead space is a chaotic void, with no distinction between up, down, left, or right, only a thin barrier separating it from the outside void.

Lynn's consciousness sank into the depths of space.

He raised his right hand, a thought forming in his mind.

The thirty chains of rules within his body began to tremble.

The first chain emerged from the flesh and blood; it was an earth-based rule drawn from the world of Aera.

It was like a pale yellow ribbon of light that emerged from his palm and slowly drifted into the realm of the dead.

After the chains entered the space, they hung in mid-air, glowing faintly.

Lynn tried to make it blend into the space.

He used his mental power to propel the chains, causing them to drift toward the boundary of space.

When the chains touched that chaos, the chaos churned slightly, like ripples on the surface of water.

But the chain didn't integrate; instead, it bounced back.

No.

He changed direction, causing the chains to float towards the center of the space.

There was an open space there, and he wanted the chains to "land" there, becoming the foundation of the space.

The chain floated above the open space and slowly descended. When it touched the ground, the ground began to glow.

The yellowish-brown light spread outwards from the point of contact, and the texture of the ground seemed to change.

It became firmer and thicker.

Lynn was overjoyed and increased his mental energy output.

The chains continued to sink, gradually disappearing into the ground.

When it completely disappeared, the ground had changed completely.

The originally gray and white void has now become a patch of real soil, about ten meters square.

It feels soft and yielding when you step on it, with a faint earthy smell.

Become!

Lynn's mind materialized into a human form, walked over, squatted down, and grabbed a handful of soil.

It's really tacky.

It is not an illusion of condensed energy; it is tangible, touchable, and real soil.

He stood up, looked at the patch of soil, and his heart began to beat faster.

This shows that his line of thinking is correct.

The chains of rules can indeed materialize in the undead realm, becoming part of the space itself.

If there are enough rules and they are strong enough, he can completely transform the Necropolis into a real world!

This is a skill that only senior Saint Marksmen or even True Spirits possess!

After advancing to "Holy Mark", the essence of life leaps forward, and the soul and body begin to gradually become more regulated.

They are able to create their own "Stigmata Realm," a miniature demiplane governed by its own rules.

Begin to engage with and utilize the power of rules to continuously strengthen your "comprehension".

Lynn took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and continued the experiment.

Once you can integrate all the basic rules, your own little world will be formed!