Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2855: 581: The Four Treasures of the Universe! Massive Gains!

Dusk Palace Master, your death is inevitable!

The Shadow World has long been a target of its desires.

Yet, numerous powerhouses dwell there too, much like Edmund, making them tough opponents, so the Abyss remains unable to seize it at present.

Additionally, various massive factions vie for control in the Shadow World, and should the Abyss seek to claim it all, it would surely provoke assaults from the other three powers, sparking a massive turmoil.

Still, this world lies in ruins, its vitality drained, rendering future destiny formation nearly impossible. By contrast, Nora poses a far graver danger.

Shadow Dimension.

From the Shadow Demon Queen’s hand emerges a whip brimming with sharp barbs.

This [Shadow Whip] stands as a pinnacle treasure magic tool for the shadow demon clan, crafted over endless eras of bloodshed and consumption, securing a spot among the top thirty across the Pan-Plane.

Its core material hails from the divine relic [Shadow Divine Gold] of the Shadow Faction, originating at the heart of the Shadow World’s plane core, seized during the dispersal by ancient forces.

The Shadow Demon Queen runs her blood-red tongue along the whip, then coils it around her lithe waist—rivaling that of a succubus—before shifting into a spectral glow and charging forward.

...

Nightmare World.

"Dusk Palace Master has shown up in the Pan-Plane; this offers the ideal chance to eliminate him. Lords, who among you will step up?"

The Lost Monarch surveys the mighty beings assembled below.

The Ghost Alley Monarch feigns complete disinterest.

The Devouring Sky Demon Lord itches to join, yet as a key player in the assault on Nora, it faces a critical phase right before the conflict, tying it down.

A monarch with a fluctuating shape, shifting like fog between solid and vapor, speaks up:

"I’ll handle it, but let’s get one thing straight upfront—all loot from taking him down belongs to me. No one objects, do they?"

The Lost Monarch chuckles and replies:

"Very well, Grey Mist Monarch, with your mid-stage level 10 cultivation, victory seems assured... His spoils will of course be yours."

All at once.

The Lost Monarch parts its jaws and expels a dark orb.

It swallows illumination, radiating an eerie aura.

"Here’s the [Night Barrier Bead], an illusion relic that blocks stargazing and hides celestial omens. Dusk Palace Master boasts sharp senses. Bring this along, and he won’t detect you," the Lost Monarch clarified.

A grin spreads across the misty visage of the Grey Mist Monarch.

"Excellent, my thanks. I’ll make sure to fulfill the task."

Illusion relics represent a crafting technique exclusive to Nightmare World’s elite. The Lost Monarch claimed this Night Barrier Bead by slaying a rival monarch, equating it to a supreme treasure.

Confronting the Dusk Palace Master demands substantial commitment.

Following that, the Grey Mist Monarch rips through the crimson-black vault above, slips into the fissure, and vanishes.

Nightmare World commands the bulk of cosmic dark side shards, easing transit greatly. Pursuing the Dusk Palace Master poses no real challenge.

...

Two years pass.

Holy War World.

The Holy War Army Master convenes with the surviving nine Divine Generals. They’ve woven the Heavenly Net, poised merely for the Dusk Palace Master’s arrival.

Yet, the Dusk Palace Master fails to appear.

"I figured he’d grown bold enough to face my full power."

The Holy War Army Master lets out an unintended breath of ease.

"I’m still in the dark about the Wild Dog God’s progress. Nothing’s come through yet. Did he fail to track him down?"

Over these years, it endures frequent chest aches, untreatable by any remedy.

The precious [Sun God Gold], barely settled in, escaped, alongside countless level 9 rarities and resources.

"Once my lord shakes off these woes, he’ll prioritize dealing with this foe!"

...

Darkness Void.

A lean silhouette mounts the [Void Demon Dog], speeding along; it’s the Wild Dog God, with a plain yet grand bow slung across its back, carrying the weight of antiquity.

To execute the interception of the Dusk Palace Master without hitches, the Blood Fire Dominator permitted use of an [Ancient Divine Artifact—Sun-breaking Divine Bow] from the Divine Kingdom.

Evaluating a divine weapon’s might hinges on three elements: the forge master’s rank and strength, the ingredients used, and the accumulation of ages; the elder, the mightier.

Today, the mightiest divine weapons are Ancient Divine Artifacts, like the [Spear of Blood and Fire]. It evolved from the [Fiery Fire Divine Spear], born in bygone eras, repeatedly reforged and empowered by the Blood Fire Dominator, establishing it as a supreme force in the astral realm.

"Magic Dog, any sign of the Dusk Palace Master’s trail?"

The Wild Dog God inquires.

The ebony hound below shakes its head.

"Fine then, it looks like this guy dreads clashing with me and has bolted in panic. Time to head back and report." Deep down, the Wild Dog God exhales in relief.

Perfect! No direct showdown with that monster.

Although this mission cost several Divine Race troops and Divine Generals, the damage to the Belief Lands stayed light, fulfilling the Main God’s directive adequately.

Levi might pick off Divine Race soldiers at best, but wiping out every soul across the three thousand Belief Lands to vex the Blood Fire Dominator lies beyond reach.

Those beings bear no fault; they form vital pieces in the grand blueprint for Great Nora’s civilization. To truly vanquish the Blood Fire Dominator, one ventures to the astral realm, batters the divine form, shatters the Divine Kingdom, and snuffs the divine flame!

...

Three years slip away.

Nora Calendar 1660.

Pressing on at maximum velocity, Aid the Vast Sea nears the Pan-plane’s frontier.

Gazing into the endless void, Levi abruptly recalls Ayak.

Where might that bird-kid have wandered off to?

This marks their fortieth year journeying. En route, beyond stirring chaos for the Council of Ten Thousand Clans, Levi has rescued several alien civilizations teetering on extinction.

They now reside in the Space Treasure he bears. Regarding the [Land of Oblivion], time constraints delay the visit until the return path.

"Master, a Blood Battle Battlefield lies ahead; it seems tied to a major civilization. I scouted lightly; a level 10 powerhouse is present."

A golden gleam materializes in the quarters, the observer Maya.

After scanning the details, Levi proceeds to Rowling’s chamber.

The woman has just wrapped her meditation.

"What’s going on?"

"Lady, our path forward crosses a Mermaid Civilization, led by the mightiest [Emperor Whale—Sain], the Merfolk Emperor."

"Merpeople... they share kin ties with the Sea Clan."

"Indeed, I sense it could aid body-refining wizard growth, so I intend to investigate. If the foe proves overwhelming, we’ll bypass; if manageable, I’ll attempt to fell it, and might require a bit of your assistance then."

"Understood, stay cautious."

Exiting the vessel.

Levi masks his potent qi, venturing into the cosmic depths.

The merfolk lineage features offshoots in the ancient tower, boasting robust physiques and potent bloodline gifts; Levi surmises the ancient tower drew recruits from such sources.

He senses an opportunity: the moment to unlock the Blood Battle Armor has arrived!