Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2880: 586: Meeting the Netherworld Ancestor, the Secret of Lifespan!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Unable to attain divine enthronement?
Those Golden Dragon Eyes resembled blazing liquid gold, with twin laser beams on the verge of erupting. Sure, the fellow before me might be formidable, yet he's merely a level 9 in the end.
How could he possibly block my path and sabotage the scheme that the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts has labored over for countless years? And even go so far as to threaten my life!
Levi breathed in ragged gasps.
Out came the Blood Battle Spirit, followed by the Primordial Spirit Emperor, and then the Chaos Dragon, manifesting in sequence.
"Holy Dragon, hold back for now."
Lady Olisa materialized abruptly ahead, her Star River Giant Demon standing like an immense peak, positioning itself squarely between Levi and the Holy Dragon. She declared:
"Extending your life doesn't require divine enthronement; the one standing here can reach out to the Netherworld Ancestor!"
These words stunned the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts, the Holy Dragon, and the Star Horse alike.
"Reach the Netherworld Ancestor? You think I'm some naive three-year-old hatchling? The Netherworld Ancestor oversees the cycle of life and death, remaining distant and impartial. How could a mere level 9 get in touch with him?"The fiery glow in the Holy Dragon's eyes faded away, and he responded with icy disdain.
A low hum! An overwhelming presence surged from outside the domain!
"Dusk Palace Master! How bold of you to strike at this deity?"
The Radiant Prison Dragon King's projection, wrapped in swirling Black Flames, scraped against the crystal barrier, unleashing a torrent of dense Black Flame from its jaws. Immense godly might, pouring like a waterfall, swallowed Levi whole.
"Face the fury of the Dragon God!"
This projection wasn't the God's full embodiment, merely a fragment of might channeled via the Sealing God Array ceremony. Yet, as a standout among Intermediate Gods, even this fragment could effortlessly crush a level 9, beyond what typical Weak Gods could manage.
In an instant.
A figure at light speed burst into the stream of divine power flames, pushing upstream, clad in resonant Blood Armor, vanishing and reappearing right in front of the Radiant Prison Dragon God.
One swift sword slash came crashing down!
Boom!
Unblemished White Sword Qi cleaved the projection apart!
Next, the Blood Battle Spirit overwhelmed it with a surging Blood Sea.
Soon enough, the Radiant Prison Dragon God's projection scattered into nothingness.
"Dusk Palace Master, you..."
Nobody caught the final words from the Radiant Prison Dragon God as it vanished.
Levi quietly returned his longsword to its sheath, and finally, peace settled over the world.
"This... this."
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts found himself at a loss for words.
Slaying a Divine's Projection with such ease.
It demanded not just power, but sheer audacity.
After all, true gods can't be killed for good, and the Radiant Prison Dragon God serves as the chief commander beneath the Lord of Chaos, one of the astral realm's top ten mighty deities.
Given the scale of the Beast Master Civilization, they wouldn't dare cross him.
Levi's bold act had wrecked its projection, inflicting no real damage on the Radiant Prison Dragon God, but it would surely invite its vengeance.
Naturally, his deepest concern was the repercussions spilling over to Nelarayan.
What kind of mess is this?
The divine enthronement had collapsed, and now he'd antagonized a favored servant of a supreme god.
Overwhelmed by frustration, fury, and injustice, the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts recognized this individual's exceptional nature and refrained from exploding, merely stating with chill resolve:
"So, have you pondered a way to handle the consequences?"
Levi replied:
"What choice do I have? If I can battle it, I will; otherwise, I'll flee."
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts nearly sputtered in disbelief, itching to unleash his ire, but Olisa grasped his hand.
"Husband, remember, he is Sauron's successor, a close ally of the Tame Ancestor."
These remarks soothed the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts, prompting him to say:
"Very well, tell me, how do you plan to fix this?"
The Holy Dragon let out a weary sigh, tinged with despair:
"I've clung too stubbornly. I've endured for so long; I ought to have departed ages ago... and now I've burdened you all. Sigh, never mind, I won't pursue godhood then."
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts turned his gaze to Levi.
Levi stated:
"I promised to resolve this for you. In return, you must align with the Underworld and cut all bonds with the Nelarayan Civilization, transforming into a neutral Nether Emperor henceforth."
The Holy Dragon chuckled bitterly in exasperation:
"Simple words, but it's not as if I haven't attempted it before."
"Your failure doesn't mean mine."
"Is it really possible?"
"My purpose in coming here is to enable the merging of Nelarayan and Nora Civilizations. Three hundred thousand years back, the Tame Ancestor and Sauron traveled as companions, and today, the legacies of these two wise ones demand unification to confront the looming Great Tribulation of the Multidimensional Plane!"
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts declared:
"If you can elevate the Holy Dragon to Nether Emperor, then I consent to this merger."
Olisa gave a nod and a gentle smile, "Please proceed, your Excellency."
Hearing this, Levi inclined his head.
Gazing upon the Holy Dragon, who looked so withered and decrepit as if death loomed at every breath, Levi chose against seeking the Grand Council Chairman's input right away and opted to attempt it personally.
After all, as Sauron's heir, he carried weight.
Even if they disregarded his own standing, respect for Sauron should compel some consideration.
Moreover, he'd sustained the Son of the Mother River, Soul Son Leon, for more than two millennia without claiming a single reward.
No accolades, just endless labor.
The Netherworld Ancestor couldn't possibly overlook that!
With such resolve, Levi bellowed:
"Leon! Where've you wandered off to?"
Moments later, the immense Mother River cascaded from above, heralded by the cry of a warhorse, as Leon arrived mounted upon it: "What's the matter, master?"
"This... this presence belongs to the Mother River."
"The King of the Underworld?"
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts and the Holy Dragon both recoiled in shock.
This individual could summon the King of the Underworld so casually.
No, this diminutive figure in golden armor might look small, but it didn't strike as a standard King of the Underworld.
Perhaps an emerging Nether Emperor.
Amazing, calling forth a Nether Emperor like a servant.
Could this mean the person is the Netherworld Ancestor himself?
Or a hidden offspring the Netherworld Ancestor planted in the Multidimensional Plane?
Suddenly, the Holy Dragon's thoughts swirled in chaos once more.
Level 10 might seem exalted, but sightings of the Netherworld Ancestor are rare beyond the Nether Emperors. Visions of the Netherworld Ancestor stem from mere fancy. At this juncture, it was becoming clear that Levi truly held connections to the Netherworld Ancestor.
In his heart, the Holy Dragon nurtured a sliver of optimism.
The longer one survives into old age, the fiercer the aversion to death, which explains how the Four Great Giants have upheld their dominance across endless epochs.