Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2886: 587: Nine Rings Perfect, Chaos Sacred Body, Secrets of the Universe!

(Note: The congress announcement from yesterday concerning the Whale Emperor pertains to the 27th seat. Wagner, serving as a crucial hidden asset, remains unrevealed, with updates applied accordingly.)

The Amethyst Light slowly faded away.

Once the Amethyst Saint had taken his leave.

Master Bao Long grasped the Earth Emperor Divine Gold and inhaled its aroma.

It parted its jaws, unveiling metallic insides like interlocking gears, plus a stomach blaze far fiercer than the Sun by many folds. The unbreakable divine gold got pulverized like mere beans between the fangs and tossed into the blaze, while its presence faintly grew stronger.

"A fine flavor."

Master Bao Long understood perfectly the art of crafting a body into an ultimate artifact.

For its existing form embodied such a supreme treasure.

...

Thousand Hills Countries, Spiral Land.

This land belongs to the Great Prophet, revered also as the God of Prophecy.

Unlike more renowned deities, the Great Prophet holds lesser fame across the Multidimensional Plane, with followers mainly among scholars, wise ones, educators, and similar callings.

The Great Prophet commands two forms of divine authority.

One stems from birth: the innate power of [Destiny]. The other comes later: the gained might of [Wisdom]. In the Divine Realm, He stands as the most knowledgeable, a trait unchanged since His origins in Ancient Times.

With a reclusive disposition, He avoids pacts with fellow gods, instead trading prophetic insights for gains with deities or mighty entities.

He shuns boasts of perfect precision, yet comes remarkably near; across eras, scant few have grumbled against the Great Prophet. Thus, He enjoys vast respect in the astral realms. Though His battle prowess lags, no one risks provoking Him.

Lacking any lesser deities in service, Spiral Land feels remarkably serene.

Artu approached from the distance, gazing upon the Spiral Gate, and declared loudly: "Artu arrives today under Sun God Ramon's orders, seeking audience with the Great Prophet."

Moments later.

The Spiral Gate began to turn, unveiling a vast disc spanning ten thousand feet wide.

It evoked a compass in form and a mechanical timepiece in design, boasting a complex, enigmatic build that forbade prolonged stares. Artu spared it just a brief look, only for his thoughts to whirl in sync with the indicators, contorting wildly, compelling him to bow his head and murmur softly:

"I pay respects to the Great Prophet!"

Such was the outward manifestation of the Great Prophet, far from human-like.

In truth, as Father God Ramon once described, the Great Prophet began in the traditional astral wise elder guise, with flowing white beard and profound gaze.

Yet He diverged from peers, forever drawn to invention and novelty. Through endless ages, the Great Prophet absorbed knowledge without cease, evolving relentlessly.

Post-antiquity.

He unearthed a potent gained divine authority within the Multidimensional Plane, dubbed [Wisdom], and from that point, He pursued a strangely artistic route.

Gathering artifacts from the Multidimensional Plane, He wielded [Wisdom] to probe and reshape His innate divine form, morphing into a bizarre standout among divinities.

At last, the Great Prophet merged divine flame, divine frame, divine essence, divine essence, divine might, and divine rule into a sacred implement He christened the "Space-Time Wheel". This fusion of clock and compass stood before you, bearing the grand title:

[Universe]!

The timepiece signifies time.

The compass denotes space.

Since olden days, universe has echoed in tales; the vast expanse marks the cosmos.

United as one, they form [Universe]!

The Great Prophet proclaimed command over supreme wisdom.

Of course, the Heavenly Father views this claim as jest, while some label Him deranged.

Not even the Star Ancestor ventures to assert such wisdom?

The Great Prophet merely fantasizes.

Over time, astral deities grew used to it.

After all, the Great Prophet continued offering prophetic aid to them.

The Great Prophet regarded Artu, and a voice like grinding machinery echoed:

"Ha-ha-ha, what's the matter?"

Artu inquired:

"Great Prophet, following your guidance, I lingered in that spot and truly crossed paths with the Dusk Palace Master, yet you failed to mention his level-10 strength... leading to my defeat, and even the loss of my God's Incarnation at his hands."

The Great Prophet’s tone abruptly shifted back to its usual calm.

"You never inquired about it, did you?"

"But given the divination you offered then, shouldn't you have warned me outright?"

"Without your question, why would I volunteer it?"

"I lack your insight, assuming he held at most level-9 power, but you surely foresaw his true level-10 might— you ought to have informed me..."

"Your divination from centuries past showed he lacked level-10 then; my role was merely to draw him into your path."

"But aren't you famed for glimpsing what lies ahead?"

"Indeed, though that demands a steeper toll."

"..."

Having summoned the nerve to argue with the Great Prophet, Artu went quiet.

The Great Prophet's renowned patience allowed such exchanges, or else He wouldn't tolerate them.

The issue lay in this sheer lack of logic.

He refrained from outburst, for even Father God showed deep deference to the Great Prophet.

Inciting this one's ire might invite covert strikes from that cursed [Universe] divine tool, leaving death's manner a mystery.

Once, a fresh mighty deity, irked by the Great Prophet’s verdict, challenged Him outright and launched assaults, yet the Great Prophet offered no counter.

In the end, that deity battled across three days and nights, leaving the Great Prophet’s divine form untouched, while the aggressor's divine energy drained away.

After unleashing his fury, the deity withdrew. Strangely, calamity soon befell him in forms both uncanny and fitting.

For example, his faith domains faced savage assaults from shadowy black beasts; his Divine Kingdom got ravaged by a colossal tsunami, the sort that strikes but once every myriad years in the Star Realm Ruins Sea.