Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2919: 593: Seven Calamities Ancient Clan! The Return of the Overlord!

With a physique rivaling that of a colossal beast, it commanded mastery over seven distinct forms of magic. Back then, countless observers held high hopes for its rise to ultimate dominance.

Alas, exceptional ability often breeds jealousy, and soon after reaching level ten, the Seven-colored Scale Master met its downfall. During that era, the Four Evil Gods of Chaos ravaged the Seven-Colored Empire. Standing alone against four foes, its extraordinary might allowed it to battle the quartet of Intermediate Gods for an extended period, yet in the end, it tragically fell.

The legacy of Munks appeared to have drained the luck of the Seven-Colored Scale Clan entirely. From then on, no more level ten powerhouses arose from their ranks, and they faced relentless pursuit from the Lord of Chaos. Through countless generations of evolution, they slowly fragmented into seven distinct groups, forming what we now know as the Qilin Clans.

In the present day, the Qilin Clans, each specializing in a single element, boast impressive personal talents, though their numbers remain limited. Still, the rate of level six masters among them far outpaces that of wizards, and their overall individual power places them at the pinnacle among all races.

Their greatest challenge lies in failing to birth a level ten entity. Regardless of how formidable their lower and middle-tier members become, they cannot qualify as a true powerhouse civilization.

When confronting the astral world or other dark powers, they lack the strength to fight back, forced to drift aimlessly without a home, much less achieve any growth.

Rumors suggest that the Seven-colored Scale Master had encroached upon the Chaos Authority, endangering the position of the Chaos Wasteland, which compelled the astral world to eliminate it.

The society built by the Seven-colored Scale Master lacked a supreme guardian like Edmund to shield them. Should the Lord of Chaos desire it, he could obliterate them in mere moments.

Descendants of the seven Qilin Clans have persisted in their efforts to merge once more, yearning to reclaim the splendor of the Seven Calamities Ancient Clan. Yet, the deeper the fusion attempts, the greater the complications that emerge.

They either shatter mentally and descend into insanity, or they completely forfeit their unique bloodline, thereby tainting the pure Qilin heritage that persists.

Eventually, such practices were branded as "forbidden."

Red Ghost observed this eerie figure wielding both wind and water powers, driven by bloodlust and devoid of reason, evidently the result of a merger with the Green Scale Clan. It hastily withdrew: "You... you Black Scale Clan are utterly insane, willing to go to any extremes."

Black Ghost replied in a frosty tone, "The nature of existence demands that unions fracture and fractures reunite. The era has shifted. Consider the once-mighty Seven Calamities Ancient Clan—what remains of its former glory? Now gaze upon wizard civilization, which has long outstripped us."

"Rubbish! Even if we restore the ancient clan, do you believe the astral world would allow it? The Lord of Chaos keeps his eyes fixed on us constantly!" Red Ghost retorted.

"Hmph, that's preferable to idleness!"

"Idleness ensures no blunders!"

"No venture, no advancement!"

"Of what use is advancement? Should another Seven-colored Scale Master arise, won't the Lord of Chaos simply eradicate it once more? It's futile; at least survival endures for us now."

"Arguing with you is like serenading livestock. Today, we settle this with our lives! You lack the worth to guide the Red Scale Tribe!"

The auras of four level nine powerhouses collided fiercely, rattling the entire Black Gold Great World, until a silver vessel materialized in the emptiness, its entrance sliding open. A striking swordsman in black armor emerged, casually munching on sunflower seeds, grinning as he gestured:

"You've clashed for a millennium—why not honor me with a truce and discuss matters? Your battles drag on without claiming a single life."

Black Ghost and Red Ghost whipped their heads around in unison:

"This doesn't concern you at all?!"

The pair pressed their assault, but unease crept in gradually, as if this figure rang a faint bell from somewhere...

Damn it, that's the Dusk Palace Master!

The legendary slayer who felled level nine foes at level eight, and level ten at level nine—a relentless hunter pursued by myriad experts throughout the Multidimensional Plane, yet forever unscathed!

They halted abruptly, shared a knowing look, paused in silence, before Red Ghost inquired: "Greetings to the Dusk Palace Master, though this remains an internal affair of our kin."

Levi shook his head with a grin:

"True enough, this is your internal dispute, but can such brawls resolve it? At present, five branches of the Seven-Colored Scale Clans dwell in Nora, their influence surging beyond past heights.

The Green Scale Clan, Green Qilin Clan, and White Scale Clan each command two level nine masters. The Green Qilin Clan's leader, Star Splitter, has reached the late stage of level nine, harboring the promise of level ten ahead. Even as our peoples wane, why squander it all in endless strife?

Moreover, this meager realm in the Black Gold World offers resources barely a fraction of Nora's vast bounty. Is it truly worth the lives of so many kin?

Channel that vigor instead toward rejoining Nora under my banner? To be candid, I am extending aid to every Seven-Colored Scale Clan group scattered across the Multidimensional Plane.

All this builds toward the moment we reignite the majesty of the Seven Calamities Ancient Clan, birthing level ten, perhaps even level eleven titans.

Don't you perceive it? The stagnation of the Seven-Colored Scale Clan stems not from your folly or laziness... It's the exalted Lord of Chaos who suppresses your ascent. The Seven-colored Scale Master's demise arose from the Lord's dread of its growing might, fearing a grasp for its own Chaos Authority one day.

Until that core issue crumbles, you'll linger as outcasts on the Multidimensional Plane's edges, clashing fatally over scraps, tangled in endless plots.

These very feuds among the Seven-Colored Scale Clans might well serve as the Lord of Chaos's schemes. Persisting this way only enriches its power... Grasp the true enemies and lesser threats, my friends.

I propose: if battle calls, direct it at the astral world—purge those leeches from the Multidimensional Plane, shatter the age of gods, and forge our enduring saga!"

Levi's impassioned words rendered Red Ghost, Black Ghost, and every fighter from both clans utterly mute... For ages, they had warred blindly, despising their own blood with venomous fury, nearly erasing the echoes of their ancient history and its deep-seated wrongs.