Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2831: 577: Earth Mother Qi and Mortal Circle!

While acquiring additional legendary professions is generally advantageous, Levi must weigh the risks of advancement success, leaving him uncertain about refining every one of them.

The Earth Mother Qi manifests as a mere puff of air, yet its true weight is immense, possibly surpassing that of the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Exclusively Levi, armed with his extraordinary divine strength, possesses the capability to raise it.

Once deposited within the Ancient Banyan Fairyland, the Mother Qi burrows into the ground and begins a steady plunge downward. In time, it arrives at the fairyland's Earth's core, serving as the foundation for this World Tree of Mana.

"Levi, what's happening beneath my roots?"

Mana's figure materializes, her expression twisted in revulsion.

"Just nothing much, I placed a fine gift here for you."

Levi grins and gestures toward the soil-toned mist.

"What's that?"

"Earth Mother Qi."

"I've come across mentions of it, rumored to hold the power of Creation, a treasure craved by all World Trees... is that accurate?"

"Indeed, should I ever outlive my usefulness, you can claim it for refining."

"Hehe, thanks... Levi, you're truly generous."

Mana's petite features light up with a grin, evidently thrilled.

"Hold off on the joy for now. Should I still require it, this stays with me."

Levi delivers the words without pity.

"Joy fills me regardless."

"Suit yourself. Incidentally, for any future wounds, simply position the afflicted near the Mother Qi, and recovery will come rapidly."

"Mmm, I sense it already; this presence quickens the cell division and tissue regeneration throughout my form. Should I absorb the Divine Tree Power from that Cherry Blossom Beast, hitting Level 8 Peak might happen swiftly."

Naturally, Mana's notion of "swiftly" might stretch across centuries.

Levi has grown accustomed to such timescales.

He departs the Ancient Banyan Fairyland and presses on with his search inside the temple.

By tradition, hidden surprises lurk here, vital relics no doubt. Before long, upon a rack bearing a pristine white gown, Levi uncovers Sauron's brief message.

"Why does this gown seem so recognizable? It carries a faint feminine scent too."

This holds no value as a prize, merely fine attire. Levi abruptly recalls the recently arrived Holy Mother donning something of matching design.

Levi swiftly unfolds the note for inspection.

[Earth’s Holy Mother Meisha dwells in the Holy Plain of the Thousand Hills Countries, her Divine Kingdom concealed beyond the Gate of All Things; she counts among the astral world's most ancient Gods, commanding the bulk of the Earth God’s Authority before seizing the domain of motherhood, thus ascending to the ranks of mighty deities, though her might falls just short of the Heavenly Father's.

Beneath the Holy Mother serve seven lesser gods, dubbed the 'Holy Seven Goddesses,' each boasting stunning allure and captivating charm.

Yet, none rival the Holy Mother’s own splendor.

I knew full well her authentic shape could be a colossal bug birthed by the astral world, but her loveliness still overwhelms me. Maybe this reveals a man's frailty.

Much like my awareness that succubi are basically bugs from the Abyss, yet their allure overpowers me, leading me to relish their essence. Cursed Lust, why among the Seven Deadly Sins does it alone find me defenseless?

Even heroes succumb to beauty.

Sauron, oh Sauron, stay vigilant.

Starting now, shun excess!

Embody a man unbound by base urges!

Embody a man beyond mere titles!

...

...

The Holy Mother's taste proves utterly sublime!

At first, I resisted.

But I learned the Holy Mother and Heavenly Father shared a liaison... these supreme deities once merged, somehow spawning the divine son through their union.

They scheme to propel themselves higher via their offspring, crushing foes like the Blood Fire Dominator and Lord of Chaos.

The astral world entertains endlessly; from the same origin, why such fierce rivalry, devouring kin, all mere bugs still? A bug conflict, perhaps?

Adhering to denying the Heavenly Father any joy, post their merger and conception, I stealthily neared the Earth’s Holy Mother, draped in her immaculate white robe, radiating such sanctity and grace that defiling her seemed unthinkable.

"Mrs. Meisha, surely you desire not the child's early demise?"

One phrase sufficed to sample love's taboo delight.

In the merger's midst, I examined the divine son’s state.

The pair invested heavily; they unearthed the Mortal Circle I'd long pursued, embedding it into the divine son.

Having gestated within the mother's womb across an Ancient Age, detaching the Mortal Circle proved arduous.

I sacrificed greatly to claim it. Still, remnants of the Mortal Circle linger in the divine son’s form... Oh, and I snagged a strand of Earth Mother Qi from the divine son’s umbilical cord too.

The Mortal Circle equates to the Fate’s Ring, an innate relic impossible to refine, originating from a primordial being long extinct.

Its bearer can infuse destiny's core into lives they touch, ensuring fate's grip never loosens.

Across countless realms and eras, those linked to the Mortal Circle’s possessor inevitably reunite at the destined moment and spot. No miracle, no fortune... merely the unyielding Fate’s Ring!

Destiny forms a loop; the ensnared, no matter their flight, merely orbit the mortal realm until colliding with the owner.

What a marvelous, wicked creation!

Fortune smiles; at my present level, ensnarement eludes me.

Due to the Mortal Circle's lingering traces in the divine son, Lady Meisha remains oblivious to my extraction. Nor does she suspect my minor tweaks to the divine son. The Heavenly Father stays ignorant that his halo of Holy Light now gleams with a comical emerald tint of infidelity.

Eventually, the divine son shall emerge.

Though maturity may evade him.

Unfortunate youth, destined perhaps for serpentine consumption.

The primordial force that forged the Mortal Circle also spawned a twin relic; I dubbed it the Eternal Ring.

From my probes and inquiries, this item likely fell prey to a legendary beast from history, the Snake of the End.

Regrettably, my time yields no sign of such a beast.

My own span dwindles too.

I shan't pursue it; so be it.

Perfection in readiness or deeds proves impossible.

The Universe sprawls infinitely, treasures doubtless tucked in obscure nooks beyond my ken.

Trust the Mortal Circle's Destiny Power.

One day, these rings shall converge!

—————Sauron!]