Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience - Chapter 699 - 5: Unlocking the Domain Layer
Chapter 699: Chapter 5: Unlocking the Domain Layer
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.
During this period, Lynch’s sweep of the Lost Tower progressed rapidly.
First, it was levels 1-35 of the apprentice rank.
Then it was the wizard region from 35 to 60.
Next came the mystical region of levels 60 to 80.
The span between each wizard level is quite substantial.
Under the advantage of rank, anything below the domain level holds little difference for Lynch.
Even in the mystically dense 80th-level magical creation zone, over a thousand mystical attacks quickly dissipate after the expansion of his domain.
And during this period, Lynch’s repository of knowledge was also rapidly expanding.
Apprentice rank, wizard rank, mystical rank…
Hundreds and thousands, thousands upon thousands of magic spells…
Countless categories of knowledge flooded into Lynch’s mind so quickly that it nearly doubled his original knowledge base!
Let it be known, the knowledge in his mind was accumulated over two hundred years of his journey on the Wizard’s Road.
After over two hundred years of continuous absorption, he gained equivalent knowledge in this tower in just half a year, highlighting how extraordinary this tower is.
“No wonder even the revered Five Rings Wizard Domain only has three hundred slots… Tsk, tsk…”
By now, Lynch finally understood why even the truth-bearing Gulwige stated the preciousness of this place…
After exploring the last area of the eightieth level, Lynch rested and organized for two days, allowing his knowledge to settle. Then, without further delay, he officially set foot on the eighty-first level.
It was truly the level that belonged to him—
The Domain Level!
…
It seemed like just a small step over…
The pressure on his body suddenly tightened, then sharply relaxed.
In a blur, Lynch found himself in a brand new and unfamiliar, strange land.
This was… a desert.
A peculiar desert.
The “sand” here was not ordinary yellow sand, but a nearly pure, all-light absorbing black. Fine and uniform, it resembled ground obsidian powder polished to the extreme. It lay quietly stretched out, extending to the horizon, forming a heart-chilling, lifeless black ocean.
In the sky, there was no sun or stars, replaced instead by an indescribable, aurora-like, slowly writhing and flowing chaotic sky of interwoven dark-purple and deep-green.
These distorted light bands emitted a cold and bizarre radiance, barely illuminating the black desert below, casting no distinct shadows, enveloping the entire world in a layer of blurry and distorted grotesque atmosphere.
The air was terrifyingly dry, almost absent of any water molecules, and each breath carried a subtle, throat-scraping granularity. The temperature wasn’t extreme, yet a bone-deep chill subtly permeated.
“Whhoo!” The cold wind howled past, picking up specks of black sand, a nameless feeling of loneliness swept over him.
“Such wild elemental force…”
Lynch’s expression tightened. Since coming to this Lost Tower, it was the first time he felt pressure.
He could clearly feel that on this level, the omnipresent rule suppression reached a new height. His domain was severely compressed, barely able to cling to his body, making it exceedingly difficult to expand freely and wipe out enemies like in the lower levels.
“Rustle…”
Just then, a faint rustling sound came from below his feet.
Lynch tensed all over.
He quickly expanded his space domain, attempting a long-distance flash—
However, here, the “stamina” of space far surpassed his expectations. Originally, outside he could easily teleport several miles, even dozens of miles, but now it was as if he was mired in extremely viscous glue, incredibly resistant.
Buzz!
He only managed to barely “squeeze” himself a few hundred meters from the original spot, his figure solidifying once again with an unprecedented sluggishness, as though he’d returned to his apprentice days when first mastering the Flash Spell, struggling with short-distance, forced space movements, something he was most unaccustomed to.
In the moment his figure disappeared—
Boom!!!
The patch of black sand he stood on collapsed suddenly, forming a huge funnel-shaped quicksand pit! Immediately, a hideously terrifying giant mouth shot out from the center of the quicksand, carrying a nauseating fishy wind and the breath of death, snapping fiercely!
That was no ordinary creature!
Its upper and lower jaws were filled with teeth resembling twisted bronze pillars, each tooth glistening with a dim golden speckled sheen and a corrosive black-green energy flow. Inside the mouth was not flesh, but a mix of asphalt-like viscous negative energy and shadow matter, exuding an extreme chill that devoured all life and light.
At the moment of snapping, it wasn’t the sound of flesh being torn, but a soul-quaking clash of colliding metal mountains interspersed with energy annihilation! The terrifying shockwave enveloped black sand particles and exploded violently around in a ring!
Lynch steadied his form, a slight frown on his face as he gazed at the massive figure partially revealed from the sea of sand.
It was a crocodile… or rather, a crocodilian form, but magnified a hundred times and endowed with the ultimate embodiment of death and shadow!
Its body length absolutely exceeded a hundred meters, the bony ridges along its back resembled a small mountain range, covered with incredibly thick, naturally death-rune-engraved dark gray bone plates. From the cracks between the bone plates, black negative energy continuously seeped like steam.
The rugged skin appeared to have a rock-like texture eroded by the long passage of time, yet it harbored chilling resilience. Its eyes were twin points of burning, hollow ghostly green soul flames, filled only with pure malice and greed towards all life.
“Death Crocodile…”
Lynch recognized this domain-level magic creature recorded in classics as the “Nether River Guardian,” its power usually stable at the domain early stage, but with its terrifying physical strength, negative energy attacks, and strong magical resistance, it was extremely difficult to deal with.
He dared not be negligent, sharply slashing forward with his right hand. A long, unstable-edged space crack was forcibly torn open, emitting searing heat. He quickly reached inside, grasping the hilt of the [Ifrid’s Sword] that flowed with lava-like brilliance.
However, just as the blade was about to be fully drawn from the space crack—
Crash!!!
The entire surrounding black desert seemed to “boil” instantly!
Centering on him, the sand within several kilometers churned and collapsed violently as if set to a roaring boil! One after another, enormous, grotesque skulls exuding the same horrifying aura of death burst through the sand sea, rising!
One, two, five, ten, twenty…
Their massive eyes, burning with ghostly green soul flames, simultaneously focused on the small figure exuding the enticing breath of life at the center of the sand sea!
Lynch’s movements froze instantly, and even with his current state of mind, as his glance swiftly swept over the surroundings, where grotesque skulls stood like a forest of death, a shivering sensation ran over his scalp, a chill climbed his spine.
There were actually over a hundred Death Crocodiles!
Over a hundred domain-level magic creatures!
