Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, another two years have passed.
Misty Forest, Guardian Tower.
"Click!"
The door of the Cultivation Room opened, and Lynch walked out of the room.
At this moment, he was wearing a pure white cloak, with silver threads weaving mystical patterns on it, complementing his long silver hair.
Around him, one could clearly see ripples in the space, showing signs of distortion, a tangible manifestation of spiritual power.
When a wizard's spiritual power becomes powerful enough, the spiritual energy permeates each cell of the wizard's body, making the physical form seem weak and rendering one a mere embodiment of spiritual power.
If one were to examine Lynch with Spiritual Vision at this point, they would not see a substantial body standing there, but rather a mass of pure spiritual energy.
This doesn't mean Lynch's body has disappeared; it's just that his spiritual energy is so overwhelming that it submerges the material energy of his body.
