Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 556 - 15: Decaying Domain Level 1
Chapter 556: Chapter 15: Decaying Domain Level 1
Lynch waved his right hand, and the Dark Crystal floated into his palm.
He opened his Spiritual Vision, observing the Dark Crystal, quickly gleaning a massive amount of new categories of knowledge from it, much like the higher-level knowledge he had previously acquired from the Forest Fairy.
“Huh…”
After a long while, Lynch slowly exhaled, his eyes opening with a residual depth of fatigue, but more vividly, they shone with shock and a sharp clarity of understanding.
“So that’s it… this is another ultimate manifestation of ’decay.’” He muttered to himself, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the surface of the Dark Crystal, feeling the heart-pounding rhythm of the rules within it.
“The decay of the Forest Fairy starts with the ’pollution’ and ’necrosis’ of a micro-core, spreading like a virus, disintegrating the foundation of existence.”
“The decay of the Big Eating Flower is the ’withering of life,’ the forced acceleration of vibrant vitality, manifesting as the rule of advancing towards the endpoint of decline.”
Two fragments, two distinctly different paths of decay, yet they both point to the same core essence—the disintegration and end of existence. They are like pieces of a puzzle, sketching a corner of the vast, complex, and terrifying panorama of the ’Decaying Domain’ within Lynch’s mind.
“High-level Law… truly lives up to its name.” Lynch thought with a shiver. The Decaying Domain Fragment of the Forest Fairy easily shredded his Time Mystical Level defense, the feeling of rule-level oppression fresh in his memory.
And the rules contained within this Big Eating Flower Decay Fragment are likely of a higher tier, its destructive power even more terrifying. If not for his quick reaction, using Space Magic and the newly comprehended Power of Decay to create a miniature Black Hole as a countermeasure, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
“Hiding the Domain Inheritance Fragments within these deadly monsters… Rotten Wood Elder, is this part of the trial? But what is the purpose of doing so?”
Lynch touched his chin, quietly pondering.
He was certain that the Rotten Wood Elder’s purpose for initiating this trial could not be simple. Such a notoriously selfish individual would never care for the inheritance of knowledge; initiating a trial suddenly like this was suspicious.
Moreover…
Lynch felt that the forces behind this trial were likely far more than just the Rotten Wood Elder; the Clophes family specifically backing him itself explained many things.
“Let’s collect these Domain Fragments first.”
Shaking his head, Lynch brushed away the messy thoughts in his mind and continued to explore the Spring Garden.
…
Lynch stepped into the depths of the Spring Garden, embarking on a long and solitary hunt.
This area, called a “garden,” was vastly beyond his initial imagination.
As far as the eye could see, it was an endless twisted jungle, strange rivers flowing with luminescent liquid, and hills covered with large, colorfully strange flowers.
His Spirit Perception stretched to the limit, returning with similar scenes—an endless, life-twisting exotic ecosystem. He tried to estimate the range, conservatively gauging it at over several million square kilometers, resembling an isolated micro-world caught within the crevices of space-time.
In the early days, Lynch didn’t throw himself into hunting but attempted to find a way out.
He flew at full speed in one direction for days, yet the scenery before him looped like a repeating scroll, with only the types of monsters changing, but never reaching the boundary.
He tried tearing through space for teleportation, but the spatial structure was uncommonly resilient and chaotic, with forced breakthroughs leading to more dangerous areas, even eliciting space storms. He used Time Mystical Level to retrospect his path, only to find the starting point already covered by distorted space nodes, making it impossible to locate.
Eventually, a cold reality lay before him: in this vibrant prison, the only ’key’ seemed to be the ’Decaying Domain Fragments’ scattered within powerful monsters.
With each Guardian he defeated and each fragment he absorbed, he could distinctly feel this space’s “constriction” on him loosening slightly, albeit minutely, but the direction was clear—collecting was the only way out.
Thus, the hunt began.
Day after day, Lynch’s figure shuttled through the kaleidoscopic undergrowth, sometimes stealthily navigating under the sea of flowers exuding a sweet, rotting fragrance.
His enemies were all sorts: giant fern Lords rooted in decaying swamps that could spew corrosive life spores;
a mobile Tree Demon formed by countless symbiotic vines, with a pulsing corrupt heart at its core; bizarre moths dwelling under the glowing large mushroom caps, scattering scales that accelerated the decay of matter with each flap of their wings;
and even liquid metal mud monsters exuding metallic sheen juice that could instantly rust and disintegrate anything it touched…
Each type of monster represented a horrific facet of the core rule of “decay,” born under the nurturing beauty of the Spring Garden’s intense vitality. They possessed different fragmentary powers like “material decay,” “energy collapse,” and “spiritual withering.”
Combat became commonplace, each encounter perilous beyond measure.
He utilized the Time Mystical Level to snatch fleeting opportunities, and Space Magic to build temporary barriers or make critical transfers, while his newly understood Power of Decay became the key weapon in breaking through the monsters’ formidable defenses and life cores.
Constantly practicing the knowledge absorbed from the fragments, he began integrating the foundational rules of “microcosmic pollution,” “life withering,” and “void return” into his combat system, progressing from initial clumsiness to proficiency.
Whenever night fell, this garden, full of fake vitality, did not plunge into true darkness; the luminescent plants and fungi emitted an even more mesmerizing glow. Lynch would find a relatively secluded spot with stable energy fluctuations, set up a simple warning array, and begin meditation.
Meditation was not merely a recovery of Magic Power.
His Spirit sank into the Sea of Consciousness, repeatedly analyzing, contemplating, and merging the Domain Fragments gleaned during the day. The rules information about disintegration, decline, and end was like a cold chisel, constantly carving into his Spiritual World, attempting to engrave the imprint of “decay” deep within his understanding.
Meanwhile, he continuously refined his Mystical Levels of Time and Space, seeking new breakthroughs under the squeeze of higher-level rules to let them exert their rightful power, even within the realm of decay.
Time silently passed in the cycle of hunting, absorbing, meditating, and hunting again. The twisted life within the garden seemed to have a unique growth cycle, with giant flowers blooming and withering, and the luminescent rivers surging and dwindling, witnessing the passage of time.
In the blink of an eye, several months slipped away like sand through fingers, silently disappearing.
Lynch’s face bore the marks of wind and frost, the lingering battle scars on him silently narrating the hardships and gains of the past months, mixed with an aura of time, space, and a hint of unsettling decay.
The number of Decaying Domain Fragments he collected steadily increased, the progress bar of the Decaying Domain advancing slowly yet unwaveringly.
He could clearly feel that this spatial labyrinth that trapped him, under the accumulation of his “keys,” was also gradually thinning.
Finally, after months of effort, Lynch completed the final piece of the puzzle.
[Decaying Domain lv1]
