Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2887: 587: Nine Rings Perfect, Chaos Holy Body, Universal Secrets!

Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Master Bao Long consumed the Earth Emperor Divine Gold, its metal teeth grinding the indestructible material before a solar furnace in its belly refined it, subtly enhancing its supreme treasure aura. In the Astral World's Spiral Land, Artu arrived under Sun God Ramon's command to confront the Great Prophet, whose form as the enigmatic Space-Time Wheel divine weapon—fusing time and space into the [Universe]—loomed mysteriously. Artu accused the Prophet of withholding crucial details during a prior divination, revealing the Dusk Palace Master's hidden level-10 power that led to the slaying of his God's Incarnation, but the Prophet dismissed the complaint, insisting future knowledge demanded a steeper price and none dared challenge his unassailable wisdom.

The most unfortunate moment came during his command of troops in combat, when he suddenly found himself in the path of the [Honest BullKrenoAud].

That relentless, fast-moving bull charged him across half the astral realm before he managed to escape, causing a hold-up in the fight that led straight to losing against the foes.

Soon enough, amid a series of bizarre incidents, this powerful deity dropped down to Intermediate Divine Power status, only to get consumed by other gods afterward, vanishing quietly from the astral world's view.

He had been the [War Sovereign].

When one god perishes, countless others rise up,

His [War] divine authority gave birth to the [God of War]; his [Slaughter] divine authority created the [Shadow Lord]... and more besides.

Every deity guessed it was the work of the Great Prophet, yet nobody uncovered solid proof. To the devouring insects, such an outcome proved beneficial too.

As the ancient god vanishes, fresh ones can emerge.

From that point on, the Great Prophet's might spread far and wide across the astral world.

The Great Prophet’s service earned not a single bad mark.

Artu felt a bit reluctant and inquired:

"Could the Great Prophet tell me when the Dusk Palace Master will die?"

Should that individual not have much time left, his concerns would fade away.

Within the Great Prophet’s frame, gears turned with a harsh grind, shifting back to that eerie mechanical tone:

"Can—yes, but—got—to—pay—extra!"

...

Two years passed.

Nora Calendar 1692, Blood Battle 1580.

A silver vessel glided through the vast emptiness of space.

Inside a secret training chamber mimicking a starry expanse, Levi gripped an Eight-level Exotic Treasure Spear, thrusting it with fierce power that dulled the glow of nine stars.

One Spear Breaks Nine Stars!

Along with the notification from the proficiency panel.

He stored his spear and pulled up the panel.

Levi ————————

Nine Stars Battle Manual: Level 9 (Maximum), Intercepting Star Species.

...

"This fighting art isn't half bad; it really demanded dozens of years from me to master fully."

Levi muttered to himself; across those years, he'd practiced the Holy War Army Master’s Absolute Skill in every free moment, and now he'd finally shaped the species.

His gaze fell on the [Extreme Dao Species] choice linked to the "Extreme Dao Strategy," where a [can be fused] notice appeared, igniting an idea.

"Fuse it."

The "Nine Stars Battle Manual" vanished without any visible change... Levi concentrated his thoughts and checked closer, spotting a [+1] mark beside the [Extreme Dao Species].

"So it's not entirely unresponsive; does that indicate a boost?"

Levi wondered, then activated the "Extreme Dao Strategy" again, running through the Ten Evil Martial Arts and Ten Absolute Extremes in sequence, happily noting a minor rise in their strength.

"Any improvement counts as progress; perhaps by merging additional species, I could overwhelm with quantity and shatter the level 9 limits, advancing to level 10."

History held no record of anyone achieving a level-10 battle skill. Should Levi pull it off, he'd rise above all and dominate utterly!

With that in mind, Levi drew out four level-9 battle skills—some seized from a slain Divine General, others bartered from barbarian groups.

"Time to train!"

Right then, the fiery drive of his youth as the Liver Emperor surged back, filling him with boundless vigor.

...

Three years onward.

Nora Calendar 1695, Blood Battle 1583.

Ancient Dragon Continent.

As clans united fully, the Dusk Palace Master’s sway expanded dramatically, drawing even more Nora folk to learn or labor here.

This particular day, the Earth Saint hovered high above, treating the Blue Ocean Shelter like his canvas and his hand like a brush to sketch out broader lands.

Rumble!

Through the Legendary Level Tides of Time Spell's effect, the Ancient Dragon Continent grew plain to see, stretching hundreds of thousands of miles outward in every direction.

Spots once known as White Dragon Mountain and the Witch’s Family now joined the Ancient Dragon Continent, bordered by mighty rivers and endless mountain ranges.

Folks gazed in wonder at such mythic might, overcome with reverence.

Once the expansion finished, the Earth Saint moved swiftly.

Around the core absolute Safe Zone at the continent's center, the Mechanical School and key groups rapidly erected army strongholds and barrier lines, gearing up for the war ahead.

Along the nearby shores, Sea Clan settlements rose up, encircling the Ancient Dragon Continent, dwelling seaside and merging seamlessly with locals.

In the Safe Zone shielded by three Nine-level Treasures, bases for all major factions took shape, packed with elite fighters and boasting hundreds of level-six powerhouses.

This closed out the second millennium of the Nora era, as the Ancient Dragon Continent surpassed its expansion goals, heading toward a force of a thousand elites.

One can't ignore the Dusk Holy Temple.

Backed by the Nora Congress, it surged ahead explosively these past decades, with level-6 knights sprouting up everywhere like spring blooms. Some came from veterans who'd built up their might, but most hailed from the talented youth of the Ancient Dragon Continent.

From the first wave of knights, excluding the fallen or those lost to age, the gifted ones climbed to the Level 7 Realm, rivaling the Eighteen Riders in prowess.

Just last year, the Saint Ape Knight Emperor Mu shattered into level 8, aided by his forebear [Holy Giant Ape] and constant clashes with Lopez and the Red King.

The Golden Lion Knight lingers at Level 7 Peak, a single stride from level 8. With top-tier resources at his disposal, his wizard path advances solidly toward the seven-circle mark.

As the temple's runner-up in bravery, the Fire Dragon Knight has entered Level 8 Middle Stage, forever occupied, currently pursuing demons in Hell to hone his arts and frame. Lately, he felled a Level 8 Late Stage Demon Lord, rattling the depths of Hell.

His pair of rising-star sons each carve their own fame. Lei Long stands out especially, blending raw power and bold drive, daring even to outdo his father by crafting a Supreme Bloodline.

Gondor City.

Shifts in the winds bring chaos to Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water, as ominous thunderheads gather darkly.

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