Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2881: 586: Meeting the Netherworld Ancestor, The Secret of Lifespan!

In particular, the astral world pulled in countless powerful experts via Divine Enthronement. Over time, it firmly established its dominance as the leading force across the Multidimensional Plane, turning gods into the very emblem of Level 10.

Levi steadied his nerves and spoke to Leon:

"Take me to the Netherworld Ancestor Hall."

Though Leon couldn't grasp his master's intentions, he always obeyed Levi without question, so he quickly replied, "Okay."

To onlookers, this routine exchange between master and servant carried immense weight.

The secret persona of the Dusk Palace Master revealed itself as a formidable entity from the Underworld!

The Mother River roared forward, carrying Levi off in its flow.

The aged Holy Dragon's eyes sparkled with sudden light.

Should this truly come to pass, it would mark a true stroke of fortune amid misfortune.Aligning with the Underworld suited it far better than the astral world.

Yet the Underworld's drawback lay in its inability to freely meddle in the Multidimensional Plane; despite wielding vast Level 10 might, its neutral stance barred any bold actions.

A true-born Nether Emperor could draw on the Mother River's inherent power to oversee cycles of life, death, and rebirth. However, outsiders like recruited Nether Emperors served mainly as elite enforcers for the Underworld, deployed against the rival three great realms.

In essence, for those craving renown across the Multidimensional Plane and delighting in ruling over crowds, Divine Enthronement stood as the prime path.

For more relaxed powerhouses like the Void Dragon or Undying Bird—those legendary beasts—opting for obscurity in the Underworld held its appeals.

The Nightmare World remained shrouded in enigma; only those seeking sanctuary or a place to nurture their growth would venture there, while most folks steered clear.

Prior to the all-out conflict, the Abyss rivaled the astral world for bold, unhinged souls driven by ambition.

Thanks to the Abyss Will's seizure of a fragment from the Mother River's authority, it bestowed undying traits and rebirth cycles upon its demon lord followers, letting them rise anew through cultivation. But post-war, with the Mother River reclaiming that power, the Abyss forfeited its edge, dimming its allure considerably.

Rowling recalled how Levi had shielded her with his own frame, her gaze softening with feeling, her mind tinged with resignation: "Sure enough, this mission of mine wasn't meant for safeguarding Levi; Lord Edmund likely sent me here to unwind."

Up to now, she hadn't lifted a finger, and the single opportunity that arose got thwarted by Levi; this fellow... his resolve burned too fiercely!

Even at Level 9, he projected an air of modesty on the surface.

Deep down, though, unshakeable certainty defined him!

"Hold on... is he actually planning to seek out the Netherworld Ancestor?"

...

The Underworld.

Before the Netherworld Ancestor Hall.

The Reincarnation Emperor stirred from his meditation, eyeing the figure and his mount ahead... wait, plus a tiny rider perched atop the horse; he cleared his throat and asked:

"What brings the Dusk Palace Master to the Underworld?"

Levi offered a respectful bow and replied:

"Greetings, Reincarnation Emperor. I seek some information."

Prior to arriving, he'd gathered ample details from Di Gao, Leon, and others, gaining knowledge of nearly every one of the Underworld's hundreds of Nether Emperors.

This particular one ranked as the third Nether Emperor, with power matching the Grand Council Chairman's. As the Netherworld Ancestor's trusted aide, he stood vigil at the hall's entrance throughout the year.

"What do you wish to know?"

"A companion of mine faces the end of his days, boasting solid prowess at Level 10 Middle Stage. In its real form, it's a Light Holy Ancient Dragon, former protector of the Nelarayan Civilization, reluctant to fade away so easily. It hopes to enlist in the Underworld—what conditions must it meet?"

The Reincarnation Emperor's expression stayed even, as though he'd foreseen Levi's purpose.

He let out a soft sigh and explained:

"Birth, growth, sickness, and death form the universe's unyielding truths; demise isn't oblivion. The Palace Master may not realize that individuals who've left profound marks on the Multidimensional Plane or carried deep significance for civilizations—even in rebirth—often claim futures brighter than the average soul. Such is the Underworld Source River's tribute to these valiant figures.

Still, the Underworld's role centers on upholding equilibrium in life's ebb and flow. Not even Level 10 beings can waltz in freely. Unlike the other three realms, which chase reckless growth heedless of fallout, we demand only devoted sentinels sworn to the wheel of reincarnation.

Too many would breed chaos, defy oversight. I'll relay the Holy Dragon's plea to the Netherworld Ancestor. Yet, temper your expectations."

The Reincarnation Emperor's words flowed with polished respect.

He never extended such courtesy to the Amethyst Saint.

A flicker of excitement stirred in Levi's chest, yet he expressed gratitude:

"I appreciate your help, Reincarnation Emperor."

Clearly, the Underworld's path diverged sharply from the other three—no frenzied sprawl, and not every Level 10 qualified as a Nether Emperor. Small wonder Levi sensed the Underworld lagged behind the Four Great Giants in raw might.

That said, the Holy Dragon held Level 10 Middle Stage strength.

Levi clung to a thread of optimism.

Had it been Nora, they'd have rolled out the welcome with open arms.

The grand doors swung wide once more, and the Reincarnation Emperor reemerged.

Surprise flickered in his look toward Levi.

"The Netherworld Ancestor summons you within."

Levi's pulse quickened.

"This could work!"

Confronting a Level 11 presence, tension gripped him unavoidably. Should the Netherworld Ancestor will his end, neither the Blood Battle Armor nor the Green Emperor Dragon could shield him.

Rebirth for fresh cultivation seemed a distant dream.

After all, such forces fell under the Underworld's sole dominion, whether for the Undying Bird or the Legendary Wizard—mere slivers of borrowed power.

Stepping into the vast, empty chamber, Levi faced two lines of towering, motionless silhouettes. They radiated divine aura, their stares piercing like blades, all fixed upon him.

Levi dipped his head slightly to the assembled Nether Emperors, a smile playing on his lips as he wove through their ranks. From the hall's depths came the gentle ripple of flowing water, hinting at someone in the midst of a bath.

Levi waited in silence, his eyes sweeping over the scene arrayed before him.