The Orthodox Path became orthodox because countless generations of Wizards had tested its feasibility with blood and fire.
Only by abandoning the flesh and embracing rules could one truly wield the power of rules at the Stigma stage.
But... did orthodox necessarily mean correct?
Lynn gazed into the distance, his eyes gradually deepening.
The Myriad Phenomena Path.
The path he intended to walk had never been the Orthodox Path.
He had already completed a superficial Analysis of all three thousand Truth Marks.
Death, stars, earth veins, souls, space, shadows, annihilation, flesh, bones, lightning...
He understood every rule and controlled every rule, yet no single rule could fully define him.
This was Myriad Phenomena.
It was not specializing in one path, but commanding ten thousand paths.
Then why did the Path of Stigmata have to abandon the flesh?
Were Wizards truly right to discard their bodies and pursue Stigmata for tens of thousands of years?
Could he not... integrate Stigmata into the flesh instead, elevate the realm of the body in turn, and gather greatness within himself?
An image gradually took shape in Lynn's mind...
His body would no longer be a frail vessel of flesh and blood, but a container that carried rules.
Three thousand Truth Marks would be like three thousand chains of rules, extending from the void and piercing into his bones, flesh, and soul, completely merging with his body.
Each chain would represent a rule. With every one he fused, his body would grow a little tougher.
It would not be elementalization, nor would it be becoming a rule. It would be allowing rules to merge with the flesh, allowing the body itself to become part of the rules.
At that time, when he threw a punch, it would not contain mere strength, but the combined weight