Chapter 626: Chapter 30: Construction, Time Domain!

Guardian Tower, Time Hut.

Inside the Time Hut, the runes on the third stone gate shone like a living galaxy, flowing with a silver-gray brilliance beyond mortal comprehension. The stone gate slid open silently, revealing not a passage, but a… vortex of time.

Lynch stepped in.

The scenery before his eyes instantly disordered and reassembled. He found himself inside an extraordinarily grand library.

The domed ceiling was high and seemingly extended to the end of time; the bookshelves, made of some material neither metal nor jade, scintillating with time particles, stretched infinitely in all dimensions, piled high with thick classics engraved with moving hourglass or ouroboros emblems. The air was filled with the scent of dust and ancient parchment, yet it felt unusually “fresh,” as if it was simultaneously frozen in eternity and born at this instant.

The most eerie thing was time itself.

Here, there was no linear flow of “past,” “present,” and “future,” only a chaotic yet orderly “existence.”

Lynch stood before a bookshelf, his fingertips just touching a heavy tome titled “The Paradoxical Stability of Temporal Anchor Points.”

As the thought arose, he didn’t even feel the action of picking up the book. In the next moment, he was already seated at a table formed from stardust fragments, with the book’s pages rapidly turning before him—

No, not turning, the text on the pages flowed into his consciousness like living things, the knowledge of the entire book being understood, absorbed, and digested in an “instant.” It was as if the actions of “picking up the book” and “finishing the book” were compressed into the same point in time.

“Ah, so anchoring the ’present moment’ requires simultaneously negating the interference of the ’other moment’…” he murmured to himself, closing the tome.

Looking up, he saw “himself.” Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel{f}ire.net

At a reading table composed of slowly rotating stardust in the distance, a slightly younger-looking Lynch, filled with a desire for exploration, was engrossed in a book titled “Basic Applications of Temporal Folds,” his brow furrowed in thought.

In another corner, where fragmented clock gears floated, a Lynch with slightly grayer temples and eyes deep and weathered was drawing complex time-series runes in the void, the trails traced by his fingertips leaving faded time fragments.

Even further away, several “Lynches” were in heated debate, their voices echoing and overlapping within the library’s peculiar structure of space-time:

“The core of the branching theory is the intervention of the observer’s will!”

“No! It’s the irreversible entropy loss in time reversal dictated by the distortion law that determines inevitability!”

“You’ve all overlooked the ’elasticity’ of time itself, it allows short-term rebound but ultimately takes the path of least ’wear’…”

Every “Lynch” was him, projections of his different temporal states, separated by the power of the Time Temple and simultaneously studying the vast knowledge of the Time Domain. They shared the same core consciousness, yet possessed independent thought processes, countless “selves” learning, colliding, and verifying at the same time.

[Time Domain Skill Level +1]

[Time Domain Skill Level +1]

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The system’s notification sound was no longer a single sound but like the ticking of time, coming from all directions and from the different “Lynches,” converging into an invisible, ever-rising river of skill level.

Every epiphany, every clash of thoughts between different “selves,” every arduous understanding of a time paradox that overturned common sense, would result in an increase in skill level.

Lynch immersed himself in this unprecedented learning efficiency. He was no longer fighting alone, but rather, countless “selves” battling side by side in the fragments of time.

He understood that “Time Acceleration” was not merely fast-forwarding, but forcibly diluting local time distortions; he mastered that the essence of “Time Deceleration” was creating a high-domain time mire; he glimpsed that “Time Suspension” was a forbidden threshold that froze all motion and nearly touched the core of the Time Law; he even began to attempt to touch the edge of the abyss of “Time Reversal,” filled with paradoxes and causal backlash.

Time in the temple lost its external metric. It might have been a moment, or it could have been a century. When the last problem concerning “The Stability of Time Sequence Loops” was solved by the oldest “Lynch” projection in the corner and was instantly understood by all other “Lynches,” the entire Time Temple abruptly shook!

Buzz—!

An invisible torrent of time surged back towards Lynch’s core consciousness! Those projections scattered throughout the library, like tired birds returning to their nest, merged into his being, bringing each of their research results and insights in an instant!

A vast amount of understanding of the essence of time, formulas, rune models, and law insights, like a flood breaching a dam, frantically poured into the core of Lynch’s Spiritual Sea! This flow of information was so immense, so profound, carrying the cold, unfeeling, indifferent characteristics of the Time Law itself, that it struck his soul!

“Ugh—!”

Lynch let out a painful grunt, his body trembling violently in reality. His skin alternated between the tenderness of a baby and the wrinkles of a withered tree; his hair turned snow-white in an instant, then reverted to black in the next; his eyes reflected the birth and death of the universe, the trajectory of stars frantically rotating, collapsing, and reassembling within!

The Time Law repelled him! It resisted being fully mastered by a “mortal” life form! The pain of constructing the Time Domain far exceeded the previous two domains! This was the most fundamental challenge to the form of life’s existence!

Lynch gritted his teeth, his gray eyes erupting with an unprecedented determined will. Decaying power flowed within him, battling the disorderly aging and disintegration brought by the Time Law; the power of space stabilized his Sea of Consciousness, resisting the time torrent’s erosion and tear.

“Condense… for me!”

He roared lowly, channeling all his spiritual power, willpower, and understanding of the essence of time, and forcefully forging an Alan’s Mark at the core of his Spiritual Sea as if he were forging a divine weapon!

Boom!!!

Deep within the Spiritual Sea, a complex model composed of countless hourglasses flowing with silver light, ouroboros symbols, and time singularities continuously collapsing and expanding was forming with difficulty under the entanglement of endless time rune chains!

It was far more complex and unstable than the decayed and space domains, with every rune’s drawing tugging at the universe’s most fundamental Power of Laws!

[Time Domain Skill Level +1…+1…+1…]

The prompt sound was as dense as a downpour, and the skill level soared wildly in the extreme intertwining of pain and epiphany!

When the skill level burst through the final critical point—

[Time Domain Skill Level reached the critical point!]

[Time Domain Level 9 → Level 10!]

[Time Domain construction complete!]

All the lights within the Time Temple rapidly contracted towards Lynch! The time flow around him instantly became viscous and sluggish, then returned to normal the next instant. An invisible small Time Force Field enveloped him silently. Within this force field, the pace of time seemed to be entirely governed by his will.

Lynch slowly opened his eyes. Deep within his eyes, it seemed there were two silver serpents biting each other’s tails, symbolizing the cycle and infinity of time. He raised his hand, his fingertips twirling with a strand of silver-gray mist that seemed to devour light—this was the power of time that had been preliminarily tamed.

Time Domain, complete!

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