Chapter 794 - 10: Discovery!

Chapter 794: Chapter 10: Discovery!

When Lynch reunited with Lanice in the waterfall valley, he keenly sensed that her spiritual field carried an unusual tone.

To be precise, this “unnatural” sensation was not a first-time perception.

Earlier, when he infiltrated Glory City, walking among those haggard citizens or observing the patrolling Libra Knights and lower level priests from afar, he vaguely captured a similar kind of spiritual fluctuation as if molded by some unified template. However, on Lanice, his former classmate, this sensation was particularly clear and intense.

It wasn’t a product purely reliant on one’s own meditation and accumulation of knowledge, growing naturally like a smooth flow of water, nor did it carry the unique personal imprint condensed through trials and tribulations.

Rather, it resembled a frenzied state seemingly solid and powerful but actually lacking real agility and autonomy, born from long-term immersion, guidance, or even “molding” by some powerful external force, carrying traces of a unified “template”.

From ordinary believers to Libra Knights, up to high-level priests, such signs seemed to exist, only varying in depth.

Lynch didn’t know exactly how this was achieved, but that pervasive, assembly line-like consistency made him extremely uncomfortable, as if witnessing countless independent souls shackled by the same invisible chains.

“What exactly is Erodion up to?” He frowned.

After pondering momentarily, Lynch’s fingertips emanated a faint grey shimmer that seemingly could pluck the strings of time. This shimmer wasn’t pure energy but contained the mystical essence of Time Law and a trace of supreme Rule Power.

It acted like the most nimble tendril, gently wrapping around a strand of hair from Lanice—the sample of this high priest, undoubtedly capable of unveiling the deepest secrets.

He aimed to use this strand of hair as a medium, as a guide with the remaining Spirit Imprint originating from the body, to reverse trace and deeply analyze what kind of power the unnatural “imprint” hidden deep within the soul stemmed from, and what its essence was.

The analysis process began. With Lynch’s powerful Spirit Perception and the assistance of Time Law, the residual Spiritual Field of Lanice was infinitely magnified and dissected in his “eyes.”

The initial layer was the active fragments of thought and recent intense emotional fluctuations—mainly the complex emotions when reuniting with him. Lynch cautiously bypassed these, as though circumventing the outer alarms of a defense system.

Next, he touched upon the deeper spiritual structure, which resembled an intertwined neural network, carrying her memories, knowledge, and relatively stable character traits.

Here, some instinctive Spirit Defense mechanisms were already in place, but under Lynch’s probe infused with Rule Power, these defenses were quietly, precisely bypassed or temporarily “soothed”, as if met with a hot knife slicing through butter.

The process was like performing an ultra-precise microneurosurgical procedure, Lynch’s spiritual power transformed into the finest scalpel and probes, layer by layer unveiling the protection, gradually exploring towards the utmost core origin of the spiritual power—where it carried the fundamental self-awareness and soul mark of a life.

However, when his perception finally broke through layers of obstacles and truly “saw” the core of that spirit origin, even with Lynch’s broad experiences and cultivation of mind, he couldn’t help but be slightly shocked!

Because there, beneath the unique spiritual origin shine of Lanice, he distinctly saw an extra, complex, and strange Spiritual Imprint both entangled and distinct from her origin!

This imprint was like a parasitic vine, deeply rooted in her spirit origin, continuously emitting weak yet persistent influence waves, subtly twisting some of her deep recognitions and emotional orientations.

Its structure was kindred to the “template” traces sensed on other low-level believers, but more complex and profound, almost fused with her core.

“How could this be?!” Lynch’s heart instantly surged with immense bewilderment and shock.

Spiritual Imprints are the unique mark of every intelligent lifeform, especially wizards, the core testament of self-existence, its uniqueness and exclusivity akin to human DNA, forming the foundation of independent consciousness!

It’s absolutely impossible for two identical imprints to exist, let alone for a complete and active external Spiritual Imprint to appear at the core origin of a soul!

This completely violated his understanding of Soul Study and basic spiritual power laws!

“This lunatic… have they gone mad!”

An icy chill instantly raced up Lynch’s spine.

He wasn’t sure what Erodion intended with such massive scale Spiritual Imprints, but his intuition told him it was definitely not some benign guidance or ordinary controlling magic.

Such actions, touching upon soul origin and attempting to unify or distort billions of independent consciousnesses, inherently carried a kind of bone-chilling madness and ominousness.

The situation was severe, and the essence of this imprint must be understood quickly!

Decisively, Lynch extended even more refined spiritual power tendrils, cautiously winding around that bizarre external imprint, attempting to completely peel and store away this “sample” without harming Lanice’s spirit origin, to bring back to Fran for deeper analysis using higher-level knowledge and power.

However, just as his spiritual power came into deep contact with that imprint, attempting to understand its core structure—

“Buzz!”

An extremely subtle yet unique “authority” imbued spiritual fluctuation abruptly bloomed and resonated from deep within the imprint! This fluctuation wasn’t an attack, more like a “alarm” connected to a distant source when triggered!

Lynch’s expression changed abruptly: “Oh no!”

Almost at the same time, far away in Lorent Royal Capital, Water Capital, within the dark and profound underground cavern of Justice Cathedral.

Erodion, who was conversing with Leonard, suddenly halted his speech. His eyes, filled with myriad thoughts, sharply turned as if piercing through layers of rock and spatial barriers, swiftly gazing in a particular direction—the ruins of the Shadow Tower in the Dark Forest!

The “veins” connecting Faith Crystal around him subtly bulged, seemingly channeling a more torrential energy throughout his body, enhancing his perception.

Standing vigilantly on the side, Leonard immediately sensed the abnormality in his teacher, hurriedly inquiring respectfully: “What’s wrong, teacher?”

Erodion slowly withdrew his gaze, a cold yet slightly mocking arc forming at the corner of his mouth, his hoarse voice echoing within the cavern with a tone carrying a cat-and-mouse playfulness:

“It seems the restless little mouse we spoke of just snuck in itself.”

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