"Is this the Myriad Phenomena Stigma?" Gregor murmured.
Lynn stood beside him and nodded.
Gregor took a few steps forward, crouched down, and touched the earth beneath his feet.
It was black and soft, with tiny bits of gravel embedded in it.
He scooped up a handful of soil and let it trickle through his fingers.
"Your domain is so lifelike. It's almost like a real world!"
Lynn nodded.
"This world is real. I used a clone to become a Supreme God through faith and replace the World Will."
"When I advanced to Myriad Phenomena, my clone merged with the World Will at the same time. That was how I refined an entire Microcosm into a stigmata domain."
Gregor was even more astonished.
An entire world serving as a stigmata domain-what incredible ambition!
Most Stigma Wizards had only a tiny fragment of a plane. Some had barely enough room to turn around, nothing remotely comparable to this place.
Still, only Lynn could pull this off. Even if other wizards wanted to copy him, they could not refine a Microcosm without the Myriad Phenomena Stigma.
Gregor stood up and tilted his head back to study the web again.
"Are these the Main World's three thousand rules? Why do some of the rule chains look rather insubstantial?"
"I condensed these after observing the Main World's three thousand truth marks. Of these, a hundred and thirty-seven became solid chains after I absorbed the rules of other Microcosms."
"The remaining twenty-eight hundred or so are just frameworks for now. I'll fill them in later."
Gregor remained silent for a long time.
Absorbing a world's rules to condense your own rule chains?
You could actually do that?
This was hardly a good thing. It caused immense damage to Microcosms and could easily make them collapse.