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Wayne smiled slightly as he saw Lynn enjoying his drink.

Few people appreciate the tea he brews, but he sat down and played with the teacup in his hands.

"I've been wanting to find an opportunity to talk to you."

Lynn put down her cup. "What were you talking about?"

"Your Stigmata Domain." Wayne placed the teacup on the table and gently circled his finger around the rim.

"Over the years, I've witnessed far too many realms of holy marks: death, souls, shadows, ice, holy light..."

"But... only yours is different." Lynn didn't reply.

Wayne looked at him, waited a few moments, and seeing that he didn't intend to speak, he continued.

"Is this the Myriad Manifestations Mark...? Your domain seems to have a complete network of rules, three thousand chains of rules, each one in operation. I'm very curious how you did it."

"I'm standing on the shoulders of giants," Lynn said. "My mentor, Gregor, has been researching the path of rule integration."

"The Path of All Things was proposed by him; I merely inherited his mantle and conceived its initial form."

Wayne's fingers stopped.

He looked at Lynn, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Gregor, I know that name. He's been at the academy for many years, always stuck at the peak of the third ring."

Some say he took the wrong path, some say he lacks talent, and some even say... he's a madman.

Wayne picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"Now it seems that there is nothing wrong with his path, it's just that ordinary people can't walk it. He is also lucky to have found someone who can inherit his mantle."

Lynn did not speak.

Wayne put down his teacup and tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice. "His vision and decisiveness are unmatched by many in the academy."

"To attempt to seize control of the Path of All Things as a third-ring wizard, and to persist so persistently amidst the ridicule and insults of the crowd, is truly remarkable."

"Only a 'seeker of the Way' with such a steadfast will can truly achieve 'a clear mind on the Way' and be qualified to climb to the peak."

Hearing Wayne speak so highly of Gregor, Lynn's fondness for him increased greatly.

Others always talk about their mentor with a mocking and sarcastic tone, thinking that the mentor is inflexible, narrow-minded, and doesn't know how to adapt.

Wayne, however, affirmed his mentor's abilities.

But what he didn't know was that Gregor wasn't truly "enlightened by the Way," and he had long been caught in self-doubt, questioning whether this path was a dead end.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have advised Lynn to take a different path.

Lynn's success gave him confidence, which rekindled his passion to continue exploring the myriad aspects of life.

However... the hope is still slim, after all, Lynn was only able to succeed with the help of cheat codes.

The previous 100 workstations worked day and night for eleven years to complete the parsing of the three thousand rules.

It's important to understand that each workstation is equivalent to a master-level enlightener, far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Even if Gregor were to copy Lynn's "homework," it would take him thousands of years to achieve the same result.

Putting aside the limitations of lifespan, with that time, other wizards might already be at the peak of the Saint Mark, preparing to break through to the True Spirit realm.

Bringing my thoughts back, I saw Wayne raise his right hand, and golden light shone from his palm.

Light gathered in his palm, spread out, and turned into a golden field.

Holy light flowed within the domain, purification runes swirled, and golden flames burned.

These are the three major rules that Wayne primarily cultivates: "Holy Light," and secondarily cultivates: "Purification" and "Holy Flame."

He pushed the projection of the stigmata in front of Lynn.

"Your understanding of the Holy Light is no less than mine. Help me see where it falls short."

You want me to point out your shortcomings? Then you've really come to the right person.

Lynn did not refuse. Since he intended to befriend this person and had a good impression of him, there was no need to hide it.

Lynn looked at the golden area.

The purity of the Holy Light rules was extremely high, the arrangement of the purification runes was very neat, and the temperature of the flames was perfectly controlled.

He mentally reviewed the results of the analysis and organized his thoughts.

"The purity of the Holy Light rule is already very high; there's not much room for improvement."

"The arrangement of the purification runes can be optimized. There is a slight redundancy in the energy loop between the seventh and twelfth runes. Removing the two nodes will not affect the function and can also reduce consumption."

"The temperature control of the flame is excellent, and there is no waste of energy."

Wayne nodded.

"Everyone says you have a sharp eye, and I've truly witnessed it today. You actually found the problem for me so quickly."

"I've felt there was something wrong between the seventh and twelfth runes before, but I could never pinpoint the exact location."

He put the projector away and drew the positions of several runes on the table with his finger.

"These two?"

Lynn glanced at it. "Yes."

Wayne noted down the locations of the two runes, intending to make improvements later.

"Your Holy Light rules originate from the Holy Light plane. How do they compare to those?" Wayne asked.

Lynn picked up her teacup, took a sip, and put it down. "Although it's just a framework, it shouldn't be too far off."

Wayne gave a wry smile.

"What I have is far from enough. The Holy Light Plane has the most complete Holy Light rules I have ever seen, even more complete than those of the Holy Flame Judgment Academy."

He paused for a moment, then looked out into the darkness.

"I've heard that on the Heavenly Mountain above, there is a complete system of Holy Light laws, which is the ultimate goal of cultivating Holy Light."

The laws are something that only true spirit-level wizards can touch.

Lynn put down his teacup. "Paradise Mountain? Has anyone ever been there?"

Wayne shook his head.

"The fighting power of Heavenly Mountain is not low. The Archangel alone, who guards the Holy Light Passage, is not easy to deal with. So far, no one has been heard of setting foot on Heavenly Mountain."

"But I've heard that place represents order, holy light, and purification," Wayne said softly.

"Completely opposite to the chaotic rules of the Endless Abyss, which is the natural enemy of dark wizards."

Lynn recalled his experience in the Holy Light Plane.

That golden pillar of light, the powerful angel at its peak, the archangel whose face was obscured—just looking at it risked spontaneous combustion.

His back felt a little cold.

"Fortunately, Heaven's Peak isn't as large as the Abyss," Wayne said. "But it's just as troublesome for the Bone Spire."

Lynn nodded. The Holy Light posed a greater threat to dark wizards than the chaos and damage caused by demons.

He picked up his teacup, finished the rest of his tea, and Wayne poured him another cup.

The two sat in a corner on the third floor of the ossuary, drinking tea without saying another word.

Meanwhile, the runes that restrict the "paid area" are still flashing, the three hundred workstations are still being analyzed, and the bookshelves in the sea of ​​consciousness are still increasing.

In the following days, Lynn spent his mornings on the third floor of the ossuary and his evenings back in the lab.

During the day, he would drink tea and chat with Wayne, and at night he would analyze all the knowledge he had recorded in his memory library during the day, enriching himself while improving his meditation methods and witchcraft.

Three hundred workstations have been working to analyze the restrictions in the toll area. Although progress is slow, there are breakthroughs every day.

He's not in a hurry; the restriction is there and won't run away.

Wayne would come to chat, drink tea, and discuss philosophy with Lynn every day, living a very comfortable life.

He appeared silently, sat down silently, and poured tea silently.

Lynn was used to it; she knew he was coming as soon as she heard the sound of the teacup being placed on the table.