Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Wayne walked out of the Hall of Truth and then walked up to Lynn, giving him a once-over.

"Your Stigmata Domain is unique. I can't discern any rule-related tendencies within it, and... why is there an aura of holy light within it?"

Lynn glanced at him and explained.

"I spent two years in the Holy Light Battlefield and have a deep understanding of the Holy Light rules there. The rules within the domain are tinged with the traces of Holy Light."

Wayne nodded knowingly.

"I also spent some time on the Holy Light Battlefield. The Holy Light rules there are much purer and more complex than those in the main world, making them suitable for people like us who cultivate the Holy Light rules."

He paused for a moment, then turned his head to look in the direction of the ossuary.

"I'm preparing to apply to the academy soon to resign from my post guarding the bone vault and join the Holy Light Battlefield to see if I can use the rules there to break through to the sixth ring."

Lynn's brow twitched.

Sixth Ring Road?

That's the peak of the Saint Mark, only one step away from the True Spirit realm.

If Wayne can truly break through to the sixth ring, his status within the academy will be second only to the Tower Master at the True Spirit level.

He is at least a vice president level person.

You should know that even his master's wife is only at the fifth ring, and her strength is probably not as good as Wayne in front of him.

Wayne didn't notice Lynn's expression.

He cast his gaze into the distance, where he could almost see the majestic golden pillar of light. Although separated by endless void, he would never forget the aura of the Holy Light Battlefield.

"Your understanding of the rules of Holy Light is no less than mine. When you have time to visit the Archives, we can exchange ideas more often."

He turned to look at Lynn, his golden pupils reflecting Lynn's face.

Lynn nodded.

"Alright, I have just advanced to the Saint Mark level and my knowledge accumulation is still insufficient. I need to stay on the third floor of the Relics Storage for a while, and I will definitely visit you then."

Lynn's words weren't just polite talk; he genuinely needed to spend some time on the third floor of the skeletal remains storage facility, to build a relationship with this powerful figure...

Wayne's lips twitched, revealing a rather sunny smile.

He turned and flew towards the ossuary. His golden robe was very conspicuous in the mist, and the golden figure could still be seen even when he flew far away.

Marfa was the last to emerge from the temple.

She stood on the steps, removed the silver mask, revealing her pale face underneath.

The skin on his face was very thin, and you could see the bluish veins under his temples, making him look somewhat sickly.

Lynn didn't understand why she suddenly wanted to take off her mask.

There won't be any taboo rules like "I swore an oath that whoever sees my face will either marry me or I will kill him," right?

Or is he trying to use his beauty to dissolve his hostility towards her? But that's not enough.

Marfa had no idea what Lynn was thinking. She walked up to Lynn, her lips curving upwards into a bright smile.

Hmm... a bright smile without a trace of gloom, even more radiant than Wayne's.

"It's good that the misunderstanding has been cleared up. I always thought Lord Lynn was a genius, how could he have failed in such a small indigenous world? Now that the truth is out, it's a happy ending for everyone."

Lynn looked at her bright smiling face.

Her teeth were very white, and her lips were very pale.

There was light in her eyes, but it didn't seem to be coming from the pupils; it seemed to be reflecting off something behind them.

He looks like a fake.

Lynn looked at her for a few moments, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a faint smile.

"Yes, everyone's happy."

Marfa's smile remained unchanged, but her eyes narrowed subtly, almost imperceptibly, unless you looked closely.

She put the mask back on her face, turned and left, her silver-white robe trailing on the ground without a speck of dust on it.

Lynn stood at the entrance of the hall, watching her figure disappear into the mist.

The surroundings became completely quiet.

The wind from the Eternal Night Cemetery blew in from afar, carrying the scent of death, causing Lynn to take a deep breath.

This is the true paradise for the dead.

Cecilia stood beside Lynn, watching Malfa's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, then turned to Lynn and said...

"Alright, brat, come with me."

Lin En knew perfectly well that his master's wife would definitely want to know the details of the commotion he had caused as soon as he returned.

Following Cersei through the corridor and around several corners, we arrived at a black door—Cersei's office.

Cersei pushed open the door, revealing a small office inside.

A table, two chairs, and a bookshelf. The bookshelf doesn't have many books; they are mostly college documents and records.

There was a plant in the corner, with dark green leaves that were growing very lushly.

Cersei sat down behind the table and pointed to the chair opposite her.

"sit."

Lynn sat down.

Cersei took a bottle of wine and two glasses from the drawer, poured two glasses, and pushed one towards Lynn.

Lynn took the cup and stared at the dark blue liquid inside.

Cersei took a sip and put down the cup.

"Your advancement to the Saint Mark is faster than I expected."

Lynn nodded and chuckled.

It was all thanks to the excellent teaching of my mentor and his wife.

"What's wrong with your physical body? The Tower Spirit says your rule-making level is only 13%, but your physical strength has already reached the mid-level of the Saintly Mark..."

"Such a low level of standardization, yet such a strong physical body..."

Cersei traced a line on the rim of the glass with her finger. "Of all the Stigmata Wizards I've ever met, none are like you."

"Could it be that you attained the Saintly Mark through the path of a bloodline wizard?"

Lynn picked up her glass and took a sip.

The drink was quite smooth and silky, and drinking it gave me a sudden jolt to my soul, a feeling of complete clarity from the inside out.

"More or less. I retained my original physical body and embedded the chains of rules into my bones and muscles, instead of following the old path of complete rule-based development."

Cersei's fingers paused for a moment.

"Retain the physical body? What's the cost? Won't our control over the rules be greatly reduced?"

Lynn put down her cup.

"When I was promoted, I was almost overwhelmed by the rules. Every time a new rule is added, I have to go through the same shock again."

"As for the degree of control over the rules... it doesn't seem to have much of an impact."

Cersei remained silent for a moment.

"It seems that the so-called Starry Sky Beast bloodline has strengthened your physical body quite a bit, otherwise it would be difficult for you to preserve your physical body."

Lynn nodded.

"You...have you really condensed the Myriad Sacred Marks?"

Lynn nodded again.

Silence fell over the office again.

As if she had thought of something, Cersei's lips curled into a charming smile.

"I wonder what kind of expression that old madman Gregor will have when he hears this news."

Cersei put down her glass and stood up.

"By the way, your advancement to Saint Mark is a joyous occasion for the entire academy. A special advancement banquet will be held for you in a week."

"Most of the wizards still at the academy will be there, so remember to prepare in advance."

Promotion dinner?

This was quite a strange thing for Lynn.

After becoming a full-fledged wizard, he was mostly on missions outside the academy and never had the chance to attend such banquets.

And since this is an event organized for me, I have to participate no matter what.

The two chatted for a while longer, and after Cersei satisfied her thirst for knowledge, she let Lynn leave.

Lynn stood up, bowed to Cersei, and turned to leave the office.

The door closed automatically behind him.

Cersei sat back in her chair, picked up her wine glass, took a sip, and stared blankly at the plant in the corner.

It seems the next leader of the academy is about to emerge.