Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2939: 596: Supreme Treasure: Crystal Palace! Sauron’s True Name!

Yet all efforts proved futile, as the Star Ancestor himself shattered the Origin Body, incinerated the Origin Root, and severed any path for the Origin Divine Tree's resurgence.

A few Origin Leaves drifted away into the void, eventually sprouting into diverse World Trees that resisted flames and bloomed anew with each spring. Though the essence of the Origin Divine Tree lingered on, reaching Supreme status once more felt like an impossible ascent to the skies.

Within the Dark Ancient Tower, I gathered fragments of the divine tree, aiming to safeguard its lingering sparks, in hopes that one day, alongside fellow champions, we might defy the heavens anew. The remaining pieces dispersed throughout the Multidimensional Plane, with most discovered by the Golden Ancient Tree.

I chose not to confront the Golden Ancient Tree, entangled as it was with the astral world, its spirit broken and possibly already swayed to their side. Alliance seemed out of reach, and slaying it would only invite scrutiny from the astral realm, jeopardizing my long-term strategies.

Instead, it made sense to harness its influence for gathering more divine tree fragments, along with oceanic relics like Truth Oddities, then mimic the Star Ancestor's tactics to claim ultimate triumph.

Let the scheme unfold a while longer... well, for 300,000 years, to be precise.

The downfall of the Origin Divine Tree served as a stark warning to every remnant of the Star God who dared challenge the heavens; the astral realm's might now surpassed what one or two mere Supreme entities could rattle. And that was without considering threats like the ominous Abyss and Nightmare forces.

Much like how Night City lacks any living legends.

So too do the Multidimensional Planes forbid living Supreme beings.

In this treacherous Dark Forest, entering the Supreme Realm guarantees detection on the Star Ancestor's watchful scope. Far better to orchestrate one's end on one's own terms, staging a bold and defiant exit, than to await inevitable slaughter.

To the Star Ancestor, a deceased Supreme is the ideal kind.

Moreover, such a demise couldn't appear contrived; arriving in this cosmos taught me that even self-destruction demands expertise, which is why the Star Dragon King and Blood Dark Dragon King staged an epic saga of sibling betrayal, a spectacle spanning tens of thousands of years.

Their clash nearly wiped out the legendary Dragon Clan, leaving even echoes of myths scarce, while countless ordinary dragons perished, battling until the cosmos lay barren and the great paths themselves faded.

Only through such extremes would the Multidimensional Plane and Star Realm Gods accept that the Star Dragon King truly craved Divine Enthronement—even at the cost of slaying its own kin.

Tell me, doesn't that ring true!

The award-winning performers from my previous life pale beside these two siblings; from these colossal dragons, I mastered a Supreme-tier technique:

[Art of Performance].

Eventually, the Blood Dark Dragon King crumbled to dust, its lineage scattering like thick Qi across the heavens and earth; no longer did the Blood Dark Dragon King exist in this realm, though its indomitable will endured forever.

On this point, its mindset echoed that of the Ancestor of Frost Giants, diverging from my own as a fragile mortal newcomer.

For them, nothing overshadowed the primacy of their will.

The body might decay, the soul could vanish, yet this unyielding will would, over the coming billion-year era, take root and flourish in every nook of the universe, within each Dragon Clan member, poised to awaken and blaze like wildfire at the right instant.

I hold deep respect for these two brothers!

The Star Dragon King seized command of the astral world for survival, blending seamlessly with the cosmic glow and particles, even carving into itself to divide into two separate level-10 entities, thus earning the Star Ancestor's confidence.

That said, I doubt the Star Ancestor's shrewdness allows full trust; it must harbor doubts toward these recent arrivals.

The Star Dragon King aims to tap the Power of Star Realm for Eternal Life, paving the way for future plots and alliances, much like my own quest for kindred spirits.

One might call them: comrades.

Upon attaining Divine Enthronement, the Star Dragon King concealed portions of its dragon bones in a hidden spot within the Multidimensional Plane; the King of Ten Thousand Dragons, aware of my forging prowess, urged me to retrieve them.

From its remains, craft a mighty supreme treasure to serve as a sanctuary for future Dragon Clans, perpetuating the Dragon King's legacy.

For me, this task was effortless.

Fortuitously, I had an acquaintance adept at igniting flames [Fire Sovereign], and another masterful in forging; together, we recreated the Dragon King's abode from my homeland's legends in this universe:

Crystal Palace!

Tsk tsk tsk, if placed in my former life, hovering over the capital city, what a spectacle of grandeur, stirring envy among those house-poor workers!

Armed with this supreme treasure, it ought to shield the Dragon Clan's surviving might, and after a phase of stable growth, birthing fresh Supreme-level dragons might well become feasible!

Following the Double Dragons, the Ancestor of Frost Giants opted for the Heavenly Chopping suicide rite to conclude its existence, vanishing from the Star Ancestor and fellow Giants' gaze.

In their eyes, the Ancestor of Frost Giants likely seemed a reckless martyr, drawn like a moth to flame in pursuit of reclaiming ancestral lands?

I shared that view at first, but encountering the Snow Goddess revealed the Ancestor's deeper strategy: courting rebirth through apparent demise, biding time for the perfect chance.

Through successive generations of inheritance, they grasp that across endless cycles of time, novel Supreme powerhouses will arise; by enduring, they can lure more Supremes into the Heavenly Chopping alliance, boosting their odds of victory.

Later examples from the Shadow World and Ultimate Creation validate this approach. Throughout history's vast timeline, the Multidimensional Plane has produced no shortage of Supreme experts.

They simply emerged too sporadically, not aligned in era. Thus, the key is to endure in hiding, clinging to existence as long as feasible, until strength accumulates sufficiently.

Hailing from a remote, obscure Otherworldly Universe, I achieved financial independence young and developed a passion for seafaring adventures. During a voyage across the New Zealand seas, I stumbled upon an illusory "mirage" that transported me to this sword-and-magic realm of transcendence.

This tale isn't mere fantasy; it truly unfolded for me.

Facing this truth, I embraced it with composure; as a transmigrator, I owe it to myself and this honored calling to achieve greatness, lest I tarnish its name.

Drawing the name "Sauron" from the ring of magic, bolstered by the Wisdom Tablet's guidance, I climbed rung by rung to the wizard's Supreme Realm, etching my legacy here, to proclaim to posterity:

I came, I saw, I conquered!

By the way, my true name is Song Lun.

As you peruse this record, I might already have perished, yet that changes nothing... Death marks no finale, only true forgetting does. Like the Double Dragons and Yugmir, in the windswept expanses of Fanorla, Sauron's will endures eternally.

——————End of Sauron’s Diary!]