Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Walker's suggestion inadvertently saved Lynn a large amount of magic stones, so Lynn naturally wouldn't refuse.

Lynn replied:

"You can train in my Sacred Mark Domain, and I will also give you some guidance, but only for one year."

"Time flows twice as fast inside my Stigmata Domain as outside; one year inside is equivalent to half a year outside."

"Whether you make a breakthrough or not a year from now, we'll be even."

Walker's breathing noticeably quickened on the other side of the stone slab. Without any unnecessary pleasantries or hesitation, his voice carried certainty:

"I accept. I can go in to cultivate now. You can arrange it anytime, sir."

Lynn's lips twitched slightly:

"Have you thought this through? Once you're inside, you can't come and go as you please for a year. Six months outside, one year inside. During this time, you'll be completely detached from the main world."

"I've thought it through," Walker said.

"I've been waiting for this opportunity for many years, and now that it's here, I don't want to wait any longer."

Lynn: "Alright, then come find me when you're ready."

Walker replied, slightly excitedly, "Where are you? I'll come find you right now."

Lynn gave the name "Magic Construct" and told him to come directly to the shop to find him.

Soon, half an hourglass had passed.

Old Ke had already packed up the materials he had in his shop. Once the apprentices gathered the other materials, they could "deliver" the goods.

He didn't stay idle either. Seeing that Lynn had no other instructions, he went back behind the counter to repair the gear assembly.

The gear set is small, made up of several layers of thin metal sheets, and there are several worn grooves on the edge.

He was using a fine file to trim the teeth of one of the gears, his movements slow and rhythmic.

Metal shavings occasionally fell from the edge of the gears, landing on the old cloth on the countertop and accumulating into a small pile of grayish-white dust.

While advanced processing tools are everywhere, there are still craftsmen who insist on hand-crafting various parts. Perhaps this is the "spirit of craftsmanship".

Hmm... Only hand-made parts have a soul.

Lynn sat in a chair against the wall, not touching the cup of tea that Old Cole brought her, but simply sitting quietly with her eyes closed, leaning back in her chair.

The shop was dimly lit, with the soft rustling of gears turning and the occasional crisp sound of metal striking metal.

The faint sounds of conversation on the street in the distance, seemingly haggling, were filtered through the heavy door and became just a muffled buzzing.

The outer door was pushed open, the hinges making a short, sharp scraping sound, and a gust of dusty air rushed in through the doorway.

Walker stood in the doorway, his robe stained with dried mud, as if he had traveled from a great distance without stopping along the way.

He paused for a moment at the doorway, cast a cleansing spell to tidy his appearance, and then stepped inside.

His gaze swept over the store's furnishings without showing the slightest interest, before he confirmed Lynn's location.

He strode quickly to Lynn, his movements swift and decisive, without giving much thought to his surroundings, and his bow was deeper than usual.

"Sir, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

Lynn opened his eyes and, without any preamble, asked, "Ready? Shall I take you inside?"

Walker straightened up, his gaze lingering on Lynn's face for a moment: "Ready, thank you, sir."

Walker's face was filled with anticipation.

The biggest difference between a formal wizard and a Stigmata lies in the mastery of the rules and the ability to condense the "Stigmata Domain".

You can't reach the Saint Mark just by practicing; you also need to have the comprehension.

If one lacks comprehension, there is no hope of obtaining the Holy Mark.

This step has blocked far too many wizards; it's like a step to heaven or a step to hell.

I hope that by the time I emerge, I will have already crossed the threshold of the Stigmata.

Lynn raised his right hand, a grayish-white light shining from his palm, and naturally extended it forward.

The light spread out in front of Lynn, like a layer of water opening up.

When the grayish-white light touched Walker's body, he did not resist at all and completely relaxed.

If Lynn really lays a hand on him, he can't fight back, so why make things unpleasant for him?

Walker was enveloped in light and vanished from the spot.

Lynn withdrew his hand, and the layer of grayish-white light dissipated.

Old Curry looked up from behind the counter and glanced in the direction Walker had disappeared, a hint of envy in his eyes.

He also heard Lynn and Walker's conversation on the communication tablet.

Walker is really cunning. Such a good opportunity is extremely rare. If he had the choice, he would also choose this path.

It's a pity I've never encountered a medium-sized world.

However, he stayed in this shop seeking stability and had long since given up his determination to advance to the Saint Mark.

Forget it... I should just live my peaceful life.

Old Cole sighed softly, then lowered his head to continue repairing his gears, without looking up in Lynn's direction again.

Lynn focused his mind on the world, confirming that Walker had landed safely on an open area at the edge of the Alchemy Continent.

The rules there are stable, and the elemental concentration is moderate, making it suitable for third-ring wizards to comprehend.

Wanxiang also simultaneously sensed Walker's location and status, and after confirming that he was standing still, it began to observe the surrounding rules and environment.

No abnormalities were observed.

After confirming that everything was normal, Lynn closed her eyes and rested in the store.

Anyway, with Wanxiang acting as a 24/7 "eye in the sky," they will secretly observe Walker's progress to prevent him from doing anything shady.

If he is truly diligent and has high comprehension, he might actually be able to reach the threshold of the Holy Mark within a year.

As for the probability... let's not talk about it.

Half an hour later, the material procurement on Old Ke's side was also completed.

He put the materials into a storage bag and tied the opening tightly.

"Sir, everything was found according to the list. I've checked the quality, and there shouldn't be any problems. Please check it again."

Lynn took the leather bag and probed it with his mental energy.

All the ingredients were present, and the quality was indeed quite good.

He paid with the magic stones, put the leather bag into his ring, and nodded to Old Coli: "Thank you for your hard work."

Old Ke waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, this is what I should do. Please take care, sir."

Lynn turned and walked out of the shop.

On the streets of Ghost Market, a few oil lamps shone in the dim light as he walked past the stalls that were packing up.

Upon seeing Lynn in his wizard robes, the stall owners and some customers stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully.

Lynn ignored them, scanning the stalls on both sides with his mental energy, hoping to find a bargain.

If we can encounter those "stone beads" again, integrating them into the world of the Holy Mark will definitely accelerate the flow of time in that world.

Unfortunately, the stalls only had ordinary goods.

After all, that stone bead was retrieved from a "time-space rift," and most wizards probably don't even know what a time-space rift is.