Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Lynn came out of Sercy's office, and the door closed automatically behind her.

The corridor was quiet, with the dim light from the crystals on both sides illuminating the black stone slabs.

He stood there for a few moments, then walked towards Gregor's laboratory.

After all, he had been away for so long, and it was not easy for him to come back. Moreover, it was such a big deal for him to advance to the Saint Mark, so he definitely had to have a good chat with his mentor.

Sersi sat behind her desk, the sound of the door closing echoing in the room.

After finishing the bottle of wine, she made sure Lynn was far away before slowly taking a crystal bottle out of the drawer.

The bottle was small, about the thickness of a thumb, and contained a drop of golden-red blood.

The blood slowly rolled along the bottle wall, like a living bead; upon closer inspection, one could see that it was constantly wriggling inside.

That was the drop that Lynn had shed when he was injured during the attack by the five great holy marks, and it was also the drop that Lynn had gotten rid of her and put away.

After collecting them, she did not return them to Lynn.

Lynn didn't mention it either, and it's unclear whether she forgot about it or didn't care.

She held the bottle up to the light for a while, and the golden-red light danced inside, reflecting in her deep purple pupils.

Cersei placed the bottle at the deepest part of the drawer and activated the magic circle to seal it inside.

This is top-quality material for physical advancement to the Saint Mark. I'll have to study it carefully later; maybe it can unlock Lynn's secret.

...

Lynn moved quickly and soon arrived at the experimental area, walking into Gregor's laboratory.

The laboratory was quiet; the instruments on the workbench were all stopped, and various materials and semi-finished products were displayed on the shelves.

Gregor lay back in the chair, his feet propped up on the table, his hands resting on the armrests, and his eyes closed.

His breathing was slow, and his chest rose and fell very little.

Lynn stood at the door for a few seconds, never having seen her mentor so free.

Every time he came before, he was either busy at the operating table or staring at a petri dish that was reacting in front of the lab bench, wishing he could divide his time into eight pieces.

What's wrong with me today?

Lynn walked over without making a sound.

He walked up to Gregor, bent down, and brought his face closer.

Gregor was lost in thought, his mind still revolving around the Tai Chi symbol.

Dark gold fish and bright gold fish chased each other in my mind, gradually merging into one and drawing mysterious patterns.

Suddenly a large face appeared in his field of vision, only a fist's distance away from his own.

Gregor's eyes widened suddenly, his body leaned back, and his right hand instinctively rose to slap that face.

At the same time, a translucent light appeared on the body surface, and "Gregor's Paradoxical Bias" was automatically activated.

Halfway through his slap, he finally saw that handsome face clearly.

Lynn the brat?

His hand stopped, and the paradoxical light dimmed.

"How come you walk so silently? If I hadn't had good self-control, I almost slapped you to death!"

Gregor's voice was urgent and rough.

Lynn straightened up, a smile playing on her lips.

"Mentor, you can't kill me with one slap now, you'll need at least two."

Gregor glared at him, his lips twitched, and then he laughed.

"Come on, even if you just stand there and let me take pictures of you all I want, I'd probably kill you with my camera."

After he finished laughing, the expression on his face changed, and he looked at Lynn with a serious look in his eyes.

It was serious, yet carried a touch of sacredness.

"You... you've condensed the Myriad Sacred Marks?" His voice was very low.

Lynn nodded.

Gregor's eyes suddenly glazed over.

He looked at Lynn, but it was as if he wasn't looking at Lynn at all, but rather at the unseen road behind Lynn.

His lips moved a few times, but no sound came out. His fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, once, twice, three times...

Then he suddenly laughed, a very forceful laugh, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes all squeezed together.

"All things, truly all things!" His voice trembled.

"I told you my approach was fine. The reason I couldn't succeed wasn't because I went astray, but because I lacked the talent."

His eyes reddened, glistening with tears.

"The fault doesn't lie with me, it's with all of them!"

Gregor stood up excitedly, grabbing Lynn's shoulders tightly with both hands.

"Good boy, well done!"

"You've proven that my path was right, and that's enough."

God has been kind to me!

He has gained a disciple who can practice the "Tao"!

Even if this path wasn't paved by him, it was paved by his disciples who inherited his mantle.

After rounding down, it's not much different from walking the path of "all phenomena" on your own!

At that moment, Gregor even felt that it would be worth dying for!

Gregor released his grip, turned his back to Lynn, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Lynn didn't speak, standing there watching her mentor's back.

From the time he entered the Bone Spire until now, from an apprentice who couldn't even master necromancy to now having a holy mark, his mentor has always been there.

Whenever he encountered a problem, his mentor was able to provide guidance.

Whenever he lacked resources, his mentor would find a way to help him gather them.

Every time he got into trouble outside, his mentor would cover for him.

His mentor played an indispensable role in his success.

Gregor turned around, the tears in his eyes gone.

He smiled and patted Lynn on the shoulder with both hands.

"Quickly, let me see the true Myriad Manifestations Mark, quick!"

Lynn nodded and raised his right hand.

Grayish-white light emanated from his palm and spread throughout the laboratory.

Due to space limitations, the entire Stigmata Domain was not deployed; only a small projection was shown.

The laboratory floor had turned into black scorched earth, and the ceiling above had turned into a grayish-white sky.

There were no clouds in the sky, only countless bands of light.

Three thousand chains of rules descended from the depths of the sky, each a different color.

Without fully exploring the relevant fields, Gregor plunged headlong into the projection.

Lynn shook her head.

It seems the supervisor is really anxious.

He then followed them inside.

As soon as Gregor stepped into the Sacred Mark Domain, he appeared on the Island of Death, eagerly looking up at the sky.

Three thousand chains of rules intertwine overhead to form a giant net, each chain slowly flowing, its color transitioning from one to another.

Death is grayish-black, the soul is dark blue, space is silvery-white, the earth's veins are earthy yellow, stars are pale gold, lightning is bright white, and holy light is golden-white...

Three thousand colors, three thousand rays of light, slowly swirling in the sky.

Gregor had seen the traces of truth in the main world, each one thicker, brighter, and more awe-inspiring than these chains of rules.

But the traces of truth are scattered: one in the east, one in the west, one in the south, and one in the north...

Like giant pythons, they covered the entire sky, each one independent of the others.

This network is complete; every chain is connected to another, and every rule supports another.

Individually, none of them are as impressive as the Mark of Truth, but together they are even more captivating than the Mark of Truth.