Time flies, years pass by swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, another long period has quietly elapsed in focused meditation.

Reflecting on these days in Fran, Lynch’s life path can be simply summarized as: cultivation—experiment—cultivation again—experiment again. Repeatedly, like the gears inside a precision clock, rhythmically and persistently advancing the hands of time.

Fran provided him with nearly infinite quality resources: energy-filled meditation rooms, invaluable materials unimaginable to the outside world, and occasional guidance from masters in various domains.

Among these, the most precious was the personal mentorship by the Truth Wizard, Star Speaker Gulwige. In this almost perfect environment, Lynch’s strength grew like a sapling absorbing abundant nutrients, maturing and thriving at a stable and astonishing speed.

The most significant progress was first in the [Spiritual Law].

Deep within his consciousness, that cold system notification sound had long become the most familiar rhythm in his cultivation:

[Spiritual Law Skill Level +1]

[Spiritual Law Skill Level +1]…

Each time the notification sounded, it represented a deeper understanding of this law, and a more refined control over the vast spiritual power.

Years of accumulation led to a qualitative transformation. The starry domain within his Spiritual Sea grew increasingly splendid and vast, while the law imprint at its core became intricate and indescribably complex.

[Spiritual Law lv28]

Now, his [Spiritual Law] had ascended to the twenty-eighth level. This was a height unattainable by the majority of Domain Wizards, signifying a tremendously formidable energy foundation.

Next was the leap in [Space Law].

Under Gulwige’s comprehensive and enlightening guidance, Lynch avoided the usual pitfalls Wizards face when exploring the paths of knowledge laws. His understanding of space no longer remained at a superficial level of utilization but began to genuinely touch upon its internal rules and essence.

His [Space Law] progressed rapidly as well, reaching the sixteenth level.

The Spiritual Law is the driving energy engine, while the Knowledge Law is the technical blueprint and design for transforming this immense energy into astonishing power. Every improvement in the Knowledge Law does not simply bring energy growth but a qualitative leap in understanding and applying power more effectively.

A most straightforward example is: when the space domain was first constructed, Lynch could control Space Power, but his methods were relatively crude, with limited range, intensity, and variation.

But now, mastering sixteen levels of space knowledge laws, looking back at his former self, he only saw flaws and weaknesses everywhere.

He even possesses absolute confidence that, if facing a battle with his newly promoted self, without using brute force, just by using his exquisite current control of space, he could easily tear apart and dismantle the opponent’s immature domain.

This improvement is revolutionary!

Ordinary Domain Wizards tend to focus on painstaking cultivation of the Spiritual Law first, and only after reaching a bottleneck or sufficient height will they turn to arduously study the Knowledge Law.

Cases like Lynch’s, where the Spiritual Law reaches the twenty-eighth level and the Space Knowledge Law also climbs to the sixteenth level, are extremely rare. This means he not only possesses abundant power but also masters cutting-edge technology for efficiently using this power.

Now, if he faced his former formidable foe—Ragnar of the Hunter Squad.

Even without relying on the qualitative advantage brought by the triple domain stacking of [Decay], [Spirit], and [Time], solely by the domain driven by twenty-eight levels of Spiritual Law and containing sixteen levels of space secrets, he is confident he could face off directly against Ragnar before transformation, holding his own.

The serene days in Fran were never wasted. Every retreat, every experiment, accumulated power for him to climb to greater heights.

…

Starry Sky Wizard Academy, garden corridor.

The Starry Sky Magic Academy is not solely composed of cold laboratories and solemn libraries; it is also filled with vibrant vitality and youthful spirit. The garden corridor connecting the major buildings best exemplifies this vitality.

The corridor was constructed from magic stone as pure and white as jade, and the dome was not enclosed but naturally woven from intersecting magic vines that bloomed with starshine flowers, allowing sunlight and the light from the Starlight Tower to softly sprinkle down, casting mottled and moving light patches on the ground.

On both sides of the corridor are meticulously tended flower beds, planted with many exotic plants whose names are unknown; some leaves are like the purest crystal, and some flowers softly sing ethereal notes as people pass by.

The young Wizard Apprentices’ figures flit among them, dressed in robes of varying colors, carrying thick books or peculiar alchemy instruments, in groups of twos and threes, hurrying on their way, stopping to talk, or sitting on benches under the corridor, softly discussing their studies.

The air is filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, the scent of grass, and that unique youthful, fearless vitality and breath of dreams.

The camera sweeps over these vibrant figures, slowly pushing towards a relatively quiet corner of the corridor.

Here, there is a stone bench half-surrounded by lush luminescent ferns. Lynch is seated here, leaning slightly back, one leg casually draped over the other.

He is holding a hefty tome in his hands, the cover seemingly made from some dark metal, and is intently reading it.

Soft light falls on his sharply defined profile, outlining a calm and focused silhouette.

After arriving in Fran, he shed the disguise of Saphiro and returned to his true appearance early on. Despite the passage of years, he still maintains the look of his younger self, as if…

A person completely forgotten by time.

“Ah!”

At this moment, several lower-grade girls wearing star-blue academy robes come giggling from the other end of the corridor. One of them glances towards the corner inadvertently, her gaze instantly drawn to it, and her steps naturally slow down.

“Look over there…” she whispers, nudging her friend with her elbow, her eyes sparkling.

“Huh? Wow… Is that… a senior apprentice? How come I’ve never seen him before?” Another girl looks in the direction, her cheeks slightly flushed.

“You don’t know him? They say he’s a scholar from outside, excels in swordsmanship, and fought to a draw with the Thorn Sword!”

“Ah, it’s him!”

“So handsome! Not in a dazzlingly good-looking way, but… just feels really charming!” The first girl adds quietly, her tone carrying uncontrollable excitement and shyness.

They whisper and jostle, wanting to take more glances but not daring to approach and disturb. This blend of admiration, curiosity, and slight infatuation is not uncommon among the young apprentices.

A few years back, his sparring with the Thorn Sword in the square caused quite a stir, bringing a bit of fame to Lynch in this land.

However, due to Fran’s secrecy policy, most people only know him as a visiting scholar, and they are completely unaware of his true identity or specific abilities.

In this academy, many even believe he’s merely a wizard apprentice.

Finally, one girl, a bit bolder than the others, encourages her companion with eyes full of a mixture of encouragement and mischief, takes a deep breath, pulls out an exquisitely lettered envelope even faintly emitting a subtle fragrance from her small bag, and walks over swiftly with courage.

Her steps are light. When she arrives before the bench and sees Lynch seemingly still immersed in the world of his book, she hesitates, at a loss for words, her cheeks burning red.

Lynch had long sensed someone approaching, but he didn’t lift his head immediately. It wasn’t until he felt the figure pause in front of him that he slowly moved his gaze from the pages, lifting his head to look inquisitively at the blushing girl with his gray eyes.

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“Um… Mr. Lynch!” The girl, like a startled fawn, thrust the letter in her hand forward, her voice stuttering from nervousness, “I… I… please… please take this!”

After speaking, she hardly dared to look at Lynch’s reaction, placing the letter on the edge of Lynch’s book before quickly turning and running back to her companions, where she was quickly surrounded by a group of equally flushed and excited girls, who laughingly whisked her away, leaving behind a series of receding, wind chime-like laughter.

Lynch looked down at the letter still warm from the girl’s body and fragrant. He remained silent for a moment, a faint ripple, almost indiscernible and resigned, passing through his eyes.

This situation was not the first occurrence since he settled at the academy. He just shook his head lightly, picked up the letter without opening it, and then closed his metal-clad tome, casually tucking the letter between the pages, as if dealing with a trivial incident.

“Yo-ho!”

Just then, a teasing voice sounded: “You’re quite popular, aren’t you?”

Lynch turned to see a delicately featured girl walking towards him, dressed in light swordsman’s clothes, her long hair tied back in a ponytail, exuding a valiant and spirited aura.

It was Kong, who had escorted Lynch all the way to Fran.

Kong came over, smiling, and said, “There are always rumors circulating about you in the academy, guessing who can win you over, so what do you think? Are you interested in learning more?”

Lynch replied uninterestedly, “I suppose we’re here to meet for something other than gossip.”

He paused and shrugged, “Now, tell me, about that Lost Tower.”