Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Countless memories of professionals flashed before Lynn's eyes, as if they were his own life.

Lynn recorded all of these memories.

Ancient witchcraft, lost alchemical formulas, ancient rune arrays, and potion recipes with miraculous effects.

His memory library has been expanded to include tens of thousands of new books.

They continued collecting as they went.

There were no living creatures at the bottom of the River Styx—no fish, no insects, and no spirits.

Even the undead don't want to stay here. The power of oblivion here is too strong. If the undead stay here for too long, they will lose themselves and become empty shells.

Lynn walked for half a month and didn't run into a single person.

The Styx crystals at the bottom of the River Styx are extremely pure; a fist-sized piece contains thirty times the death energy of an ordinary Styx crystal.

He squatted down and used his hands to peel away the black powder, revealing the crystals underneath.

The crystals are grayish-white and translucent, with fine cracks on the surface, and grayish-white mist swirling within the cracks.

He dug out the crystals piece by piece, and since he couldn't put them into the Holy Mark Domain, he wrapped them in his wizard's robe, turning them into a bundle.

The Sands of Oblivion are unique black grains of sand found at the bottom of rivers; a single grain can erase all of an ordinary person's memories.

Lynn scooped up a handful of sand; the sand was so fine that it slipped through her fingers.

He put the forgotten sand into his bundle.

And so, Lynn became a "porter" at the bottom of the River Styx, and his dark purple wizard's robe, which represented his status, grew larger and larger, resembling a huge hot air balloon.

Fortunately, he was physically strong, otherwise it would have been really difficult to move him.

Meanwhile, the tempering effect of the Styx River on the body and soul gradually subsided, and the damaged body slowly repaired itself.

The restored physical body seems to have a very high "resonance" with rules such as forgetting, life and death, and oblivion.

This gave Lynn a thought, and he took the opportunity to comprehend the three major rules.

That day, Lynn suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He closed his eyes, letting the power of oblivion from the River Styx wash over his soul.

Forgetting rules.

The River Styx is the embodiment of forgetting. He immersed himself in the power of forgetting, feeling its flow and its essence.

It's not something that can be described in words; it's a feeling, a feeling of being "erased."

He found the prototype of the chain of rules in his sea of ​​consciousness; it was grayish-white, very thin, like a spider's silk.

He extracted the chains of forgetting rules from his body and integrated them into his physical form.

Forgot the rules? Mastered them!

Rules of life and death.

The River Styx contains not only oblivion, but also the boundary between life and death.

The River Styx is the dividing line between life and death; the living will die if they cross it, and the dead will live if they cross it.

Lynn was immersed in this boundary, feeling the transition between life and death.

Another rudimentary chain appeared in his mind's eye, half black and half white.

He integrated the chains of life and death rules into his physical body.

The rules of life and death have been mastered.

The rules of decadence.

There is a special force field at the bottom of the Styx River that pulls everything downwards.

It is precisely "decline".

Matter will perish, energy will perish, and the soul will perish.

Lynn sensed this force field, peeled it off, and solidified it into chains of rules.

The dark gray chains were heavy; holding them in my palm felt like holding a mountain.

The rules of depravity have been mastered.

With the three chains of rules merging into his body, Lynn's physical body became even stronger.

He stood up and kept walking, just like that.

There is no other elemental energy in the River Styx, so a teleportation array cannot be constructed. If you want to find a mount, you can't find any other creatures.

No, there is still a creature in the River Styx, the legendary immortal.

When the time comes, let that "immortal" give it a ride?

Lynn considered the possibility, but ultimately shook his head.

That's immortality, not a public bus. If you actually encountered it, you'd probably end up eating yourself like a sunflower seed.

Lynn just kept wandering around like that.

There was no direction or end at the bottom of the River Styx. He simply walked mechanically, stopping to rest when he got tired, and continuing when he had rested enough.

He didn't know where he was going or how far he had gone.

There is no concept of time in the River Styx; he can only estimate it based on his own feelings.

About half a month, or maybe longer, a light appeared ahead!

Lynn initially thought he was hallucinating, but his powerful mental strength told him that it was real light coming from a crack in the riverbed.

Lynn walked over, squatted down, and looked into the crack.

The rift was filled with spatial turbulence. Lynn took out a Styx Crystal and threw it in. The crystal vanished instantly.

This... appears to be a seepage point.

Without hesitation, Lynn squeezed through the crack.

Although he didn't know what was on the other side, he still rushed over without hesitation.

No matter where it is, it's better than here. As long as we can establish a witch array, we can return to the academy.

Upon entering the rift, Lynn felt a sudden dizziness, and when he regained his senses, he found himself in another world.

The surroundings were black rocks, and there was no putrid smell of the River Styx or any ghostly aura in the air, only the smell of damp earth and a faint negative energy.

This feeling...it's so familiar!

He looked up at the sky.

Sure enough, three thousand chains of rules slowly rotated on the sky, each one glowing.

It is precisely the trace of truth in the Lord's world!

After eleven years of contemplation, he was intimately familiar with it.

Lynn was overjoyed. He struggled to climb out of the seepage point, stood on the black rock, and stretched out his hands to feel the beauty of the main world.

They're out! They're finally out!

The wizard's robe bundle behind him was directly stored in the goblin world. After emptying the materials, he put the wizard's robe back on.

Then Lynn floated up and flew into the sky.

Below is the familiar Valley of Souls.

Gray mountains, gray-black wasteland, and several watchtowers in the distance, with wizards patrolling atop them.

He had been stationed in this mountain range for ten years, so he was naturally very familiar with it.

Lynn flew along the mountain range and soon spotted the Soul-Sinking Outpost.

Black stone walls, gray-white towers, and two skeletons standing guard at the entrance.

Lynn did not enter through the main entrance. Without alerting anyone, he flashed into the core stone hall and sat down in the chair next to Grom.

Inside the stone hall, Grom sat in the main seat, holding a cup of hot tea.

His face was wrinkled and his hair was gray, but he was in good spirits.

He squinted, leisurely took a sip of tea, and was about to put down his teacup when he saw Lin En sitting next to him, looking radiant.

Grom was startled and almost dropped his teacup.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was Lynn.

"No... Lynn? Where did you come from?"

He looked at Lynn's face. Lynn's complexion was not good; she was pale, with sunken eyes and chapped lips.

He looked exhausted, as if his body had been completely drained.

Grom quickly poured him a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Lynn.

Lynn picked up his teacup, took a big gulp, swallowed it, and felt warmth in his throat and stomach.

I'm finally alive!