The Rebirth of the God of Law: The Lord of the God Realm

Amidst the dreamlike, brilliant light of the magical ritual, Carl seemed like an explorer chosen by a mysterious force, his vision of the grand feat of breaking through the barriers of the world clear as day. The magical radiance danced around him like a spirit, each ray of light seeming to reveal ancient and profound secrets.

"Carl, do you really understand those complicated maze-like contents in the ancient books? It's like you suddenly learned a new magic language!" Tom widened his eyes and looked at Carl in disbelief, as if he had seen the most magical magic show in the world.

"Well, I've got some clues. But this is more difficult than any challenge we've faced before. It's like climbing an endless magical mountain." Carl frowned, his eyes filled with excitement and a hint of solemnity. He knew that the road ahead was full of thorns, and this was just the beginning.

Carl discovered that the level of magical power required for this breakthrough was beyond imagination. It wasn't simply a matter of accumulating enough magic power; it required pushing it to unprecedented heights, like transforming a small lake into the vastness of an ocean. Furthermore, this magic power would have to change its properties, becoming more akin to the dreamlike, mysterious power of the divine realm. It was like transforming an ordinary stone into a dazzling diamond, a diamond that held the secrets of the universe.

"Changing magical properties? That sounds like turning a naughty kitten into a ferocious lion, and a magical lion at that!" Jerry gestured exaggeratedly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. "Carl, are you sure?"

"I'm not sure, but I have to try. This is our mission, isn't it?" Carl smiled wryly, but his eyes were determined. He knew this was a battle that could only be fought forward, not backward, for the whole world and for all the hard work they had put in along the way.

Ancient texts also mention a special state of mind, a kind of ethereal state, akin to standing atop the universe and overlooking everything. Only by achieving this state of mind can one succeed in breaking through the barriers of the world. This state of mind is like a mysterious key, unlocking the door to a new world.

"What is this state of mind like? Is it like the peaceful feeling we get when we meditate? Or is it sweet and comfortable like eating candied fruit?" Tom asked curiously, scratching his head, trying to understand this profound concept.

"No, Tom, this is much more difficult than meditation. It's more like... you have to merge with the entire universe, let go of all distractions and desires, and become a pure carrier of magic." Carl explained, his voice very soft, as if describing an unattainable dream.

So, Carl decided to practice in seclusion. He walked into the training room deep in the academy, which was specially prepared for major breakthroughs. It was so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat. The walls were engraved with ancient magical runes, as if guarding the upcoming transformation.

In the training room, Carl began the arduous process of adjustment. He first focused on increasing his magic power. Every use of his magic power seemed to challenge the limits of his body and mind. The magic power in his body surged like a surging tide, but he wanted to make this tide more fierce and vast.

"Carl, if you have too much magic power, don't blow yourself up like a magic bomb! Then we can only look for your fragments in the ruins!" Tom shouted loudly outside the training room. His voice came through the heavy stone door, with a hint of worry and ridicule.

"Don't worry, Tom. If I really became a bomb, I would first blow your face into black ash and turn you into a funny little black charcoal." Carl responded. Although he knew Tom was joking, he still hoped to ease the tension of his teammates.

As his magical powers grew, Carl began experimenting with changing their properties. This process was like groping in the dark on an untrodden path, each step fraught with uncertainty and danger. The magic within him resisted change, like a naughty child refusing to wear new clothes, causing him constant magical backlash and causing him unbearable pain.

"Karl, how are you? If you feel too uncomfortable, stop and rest." Lucy shouted anxiously outside the door. She could feel the pain Karl was suffering, a torture that penetrated deep into his soul.

"I'm fine, Lucy. This is like forging iron. It takes a thousand hammerings to become a useful tool. I can't give up." Carl said through gritted teeth. His forehead was covered with sweat and his body was trembling slightly due to the impact of magic, but his eyes were still as firm as a rock.

While adjusting his magic, Carl also strived to achieve that special state of mind. He tried to let go of everything in his heart, allowing his soul to transcend the world. He recalled every detail of his journey, the scenes of fighting with his teammates, the fear and bravery in the face of danger, all flashed through his mind.

"Carl, do you know? You are like a lonely traveler now, walking on a road that no one has ever walked on. But we are all behind you and support you!" Jerry whispered outside the door, his voice full of warmth and encouragement.

"Thank you. With you here, I feel full of strength." Carl's voice was a little choked. He knew that he was not fighting alone. The support of his teammates was like a beacon in the darkness, giving him courage and strength.

During this long and arduous period of seclusion, Carl constantly struggled with his own magical powers and state of mind. Every breakthrough was a rebirth, every pain the price of growth. He edged closer to his unattainable goal, like chasing a ray of light in the darkness, only to break through the barriers of the world and usher in a new era of magic.

Outside the training room, his teammates also stood guard, their eyes filled with anticipation and worry, always ready to help Carl, as if guarding their most precious treasure. They knew that Carl was engaged in a battle that depended on the fate of the world, and they were his strongest support.