Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2935: 596: Supreme Treasure Crystal Palace! Sauron’s True Name!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Master Bao Long burst into laughter:
"Should any issue arise, enjoy a thousand-year guarantee. Bao Long’s creations remain of the highest caliber!"
The Amethyst Saint paid no heed and bellowed out:
"Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds on high! Grant us your assistance in this divine enthronement!"
Master Bao Long wisely stepped back, watching quietly with an expression devoid of joy or sorrow. Abruptly, a radiant portal shimmering in multiple hues materialized far above in the heavens.
A grand silhouette emerged, armored in dark iron plating, grasping an old bronze blade, shod in silver footwear, and crowned with gleaming gold.
Its awe-inspiring aura pressed down so heavily that even a mighty being like the Amethyst Saint, at the pinnacle of level 10, had to treat it with grave respect, likening it in his mind to entities lurking in the Abyss past the 660th stratum.
Given the Amethyst Saint’s formidable might and lofty arrogance, it would scorn serving lesser mighty Gods, yet this entity ahead, despite not reaching Level 11, stood among the astral world’s top five in strength.
It was known as: King of Black Iron, Master of Bronze, Silver Monarch, Golden Emperor... Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds, God of Metal, Ulysses Miles.
This being commanded 90% of the Metal Divine Authority, plus a wide assortment of linked variant divine authorities, and within the astral world, its might could match the Lord of Chaos itself!
The divine eyes of the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds descended, exerting a crushing force upon every creature below.
"Amethyst Saint, are you prepared to pledge your service to me?"
The Amethyst Saint drew in a profound breath before replying:
"I pledge myself to follow my lord!"
A grin spread across the lips of the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds, its satisfaction plain to see.
Across the ages, countless formidable Gods of the astral world had attempted to enlist the Amethyst Saint, only to fail due to their inferior power.
The rivalries inside the astral world burned just as intensely; by claiming the Amethyst Saint successfully, its standing there would eclipse even the Lord of Chaos.
The Amethyst Saint gazed upon the once-familiar realm and the endless void of space. Reluctance, fury, and sorrow churned in its chest, coalescing into a heavy sigh.
Its fall to this point stemmed from Sauron, from Nora, from the wizard, and that cursed Dusk Palace Master!
Through this divine enthronement, every path to greater progress stood forever sealed.
It vowed inwardly: "Once my footing in the astral world grows firm, I shall command the Divine Generals and angels to raze Nora, quenching this burning grudge in my soul!"
...
Nora Calendar 1817.
The Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds granted the Amethyst Saint the Obsidian Divine Authority, propelling it skyward, where it founded the Purple Crystal Divine Kingdom in the astral world and kindled the divine fire!
Divine name: Lord of Black Brilliance!
Following that, fully eight million Amethyst People rose to the heavens, settling in the Purple Crystal Divine Kingdom as devoted followers of the Lord of Black Brilliance.
In their ranks stood seven angels, once the Purple Crystal Seven Kings, each armed with Nine-level Treasures of boundless potency, outstripping typical angels by far.
Since ancient times, the Amethyst Saint marked the first to attain late-stage level 10 prowess yet opt for godhood enthronement, submitting willingly beneath a superior God.
Post-enthronement, its strength dipped a touch, sufficient to place it among the mighty Gods. Still, bolstered by the supreme artifact it had shaped—the Heavenly Pillar—it radiated an air of regal splendor.
Master Bao Long declared:
The Heavenly Pillar was forged with immense toil, its might equaling the Void Blade that its forebears created for the Void Emperor, surely placing it in the Pan-Plane’s top ten.
Moreover, the Lord of Black Brilliance yielded two more of the Pan-Plane’s top ten supreme treasures, the Dark Temple and the Covenant Sword, presenting them to the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds.
Thus, the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds’ sway soared to unparalleled peaks!
It claimed supremacy across the astral world!
News of the Amethyst Saint’s divine enthronement sent tremors through the Multidimensional Plane!
Scoffers and supporters emerged in equal measure.
Yet regardless, from this day forward, the Council of Ten Thousand Clans faded into oblivion.
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Nora.
Supreme Council.
"Who could have foreseen it, who could have foreseen it—that a mighty clan would bow to the Gods. I misjudged the Amethyst Saint’s drive."
Heavenly Will gave a faint shake of its head.
He had never crossed paths with the Amethyst Saint directly, but he had observed this upstart’s ascent, a former God Slayer now embracing divinity—a dragon slayer turned dragon, a tragic turn.
Edmund offered no opinion on the matter.
The Civil War’s brutality ensured such fates. From the moment the Amethyst Saint formed the Council of Ten Thousand Clans to defy Nora, this end loomed inevitable.
The Frost Witch remarked:
"Does it believe godhood brings eternal peace? Soon enough, it’s our end or theirs and those vermin’s. One day, we’ll bring final reckoning!"
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Witch’s Family.
Having reached the Ninth-Circle Realm, Triss remained on the Ancient Dragon Continent. Her primary duties involved potion research, with little involvement in governance, making remote work ideal.
By now, she had firmly established her Ninth-Circle Realm foundation, and lately, she refined the Poison Dragon’s Tooth, boosting her spiritual force by 1000 points.
On top of that, she gained command over a rare Exotic Species Water known as Poison Dragon Saliva, infused with level 9 poison, ideal for battles and alchemy alike.
The Poison Dragon’s Tooth originally fell outside the Five Poison Series, so it spawned no power projection but instead cultivated a novel type of specialized spiritual entity.
A sinister shade of a lithe black dragon trailed after Triss, featuring fins along its flanks, snake-like in form yet clawless, tipped with a scorpion’s barb at the tail’s end.
Dubbed the Swamp Poison Dragon, it wielded tremendous strength, capable of directing poisonous beasts and unleashing Poison Dragon Saliva Breath to dissolve foes.
"The journey from mortal to legendary in the Ninth-Circle stretches so far, with spiritual force reaching twenty thousand points, let alone devising personal spells or studying others.
Four thousand years might just suffice, barely. But should any setback arise, I could forfeit my shot at legendhood. I need to keep pushing my talent ceiling higher."