Soul Realm, East Continent, Mysterious Dark Forest.
Milton Cheney's figure darted through the forest, stopping deep within the Mysterious Dark Forest a moment later.
Upon halting, Cheney stepped on the soil beneath his feet.
The soil here was not really soil anymore. It felt even harder than a rock underfoot.
Not only the soil, but everything here was incredibly hard.
The impact of the rules sometimes significantly affects the exterior.
"Rock Rules."
Cheney muttered to himself.
He didn't stimulate spiritual law, instead, he observed the surroundings with naked eyes.
He had been chasing this rule for nearly a hundred years and had gained some understanding of its nature.
If he stimulated even a bit of spiritual power, then this rule hidden in darkness would disappear once again.
Nine hundred years have passed since Cheney left the Soul Academy.
It wasn't his first time discovering unowned rules in the Soul Realm.
He had even captured more than one rule.
