Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2954: 600: Nightmare Four Emperors!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Even for the Level 10 powerhouses across the Pan-Plane, the least impressive supreme treasure represents an ultimate aspiration, and owning one would suffice as a cherished heirloom for generations.
Legendary Wizards, however, rely on Legendary Wizard Tools that align perfectly with their essence.
Within the Council Treasury, a selection of supreme treasures remains preserved, contributed by countless Legendary Wizards prior to their passing throughout the preceding 300,000 years.
Yet the quantity of these stored supreme treasures is quite limited, insufficient to draw in hordes of Level 10 entities. Thankfully, the Nora Council commands the expertise and resources needed to forge fresh supreme treasures.
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Land of Darkness.
Within a particular fiery star, Master Bao Long persisted in his isolated forging efforts until a striking figure in a silver robe embroidered with stars suddenly emerged.
"Mr. Silver, Fermont?"
Master Bao Long halted his labors.
"I’ve met Master Bao Long."
"What do you want with me?"
"We seek a lasting partnership with you: we supply the materials, and you craft supreme treasures in return, with fees set by your standards."
"Fine, though my rates are steep."
"That’s no issue."
The pact was sealed, and as Mr. Silver vanished from sight, Master Bao Long regarded him pensively, adhering to his principle of accepting jobs for pay, irrespective of the client or their affiliations.
Such impartiality embodies a kind of neutrality.
Consequently, from antiquity to now, scarcely anyone has dared to harass Master Bao Long.
Naturally, exceptions have occurred.
Master Bao Long ventured deeper into the Fiery Flame Star, entering a storage vault brimming with materials: piles of Level 9 Ores and even Level 10 Divine Items.
Apart from these, corpses radiated overwhelming presences—demons, Gods, Mythical Creatures, Nightmare Monarchs...
These intruders had once attempted to disrupt his peace.
Their fates were uniform.
Oblivion!
Should the Amethyst Saint witness the sheer volume and potency of these remains, he would likely abandon any notion that "Master Bao Long falls short of him."
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Red Plane.
External tempests and upheavals failed to disturb the Fire Sovereign’s deep sleep; he clutched the Ten Suns greatsword tightly, his snores booming like thunder, projecting an image of utter harmlessness.
He awaited the perfect moment.
The signal from that individual to commence the assault!
Death might claim him, concluding his extended existence.
Or survival could grant him a glimpse of Sauron’s emerging realms.
Either way, he harbored no regrets over the decision forged 300,000 years prior.
The instant he chose to draw in the [Primordial Spark]’s might and ascend into that peril-filled Supreme Realm, his blade stood prepared.
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Nightmare World.
Domain of Ignorance.
This serves as the Ignorant Monarch’s ace, an embodiment of the Blind Foolishness inherent in Multidimensional Plane existence, boasting immeasurable power.
The Nightmare World’s capacity to rival the astral world stems from hosting hundreds of Nightmare Monarchs, establishing it as a true domain of titans.
Among them, the four mightiest are indigenous Nightmare Monarchs, dubbed the [Nightmare Four Emperors].
These entities rank just below Level 11, holding positions akin to those beyond the Abyss’s 660th layer or the astral world’s foremost ten Supreme Gods.
The Ignorant Monarch counts as one of the Four Emperors, alongside the [Lost Monarch], [Disaster Monarch], and [Archdevil of Hell].
Ignorance, loss, calamity, demise—these form the Four Profound Terrors lurking in the depths of every creature’s psyche.
An enigmatic spatial realm, devoid of orientation, stretched in boundless whiteness, pierced solely by a colossal ancient tree rising majestically.
Under its boughs, a silhouette draped in dark fabric meditated in lotus position, features hidden from view, with a fractured stone tablet lodged beneath the timeless trunk behind him.
"Marvelous, I’m steadily grasping the truths."
The form erupted into frenzied exclamations, flailing limbs wildly; this was the Ignorant Monarch himself, epitome of folly among beings, yet a wisdom tree—mastery reserved for the profoundly sage—loomed at his back.
It all traced back 300,000 years to his chance discovery of that shattered slate, after which the Ignorant Monarch shed his ignorance.
He evolved into the Nightmare World’s shrewdest ruler.
In conflicts, he assumed the strategist’s mantle, deciphering past and present via potent Astrology Abilities, invariably guiding the Nightmare World to triumph.
Yet, as the Dao yields one, malice spawns myriad; the astral world birthed its own sage, the [Great Prophet], a rival to the Ignorant Monarch in cunning and prowess, like dragon and phoenix in contention.
The venerable tree rustled, prompting the Ignorant Monarch to unseal his eyes.
Three arrivals penetrated his domain.
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"Greetings to the Ignorant Monarch."
The Devouring Sky Demon Lord offered a slight incline, flanked by the [Void Sovereign] and [Blood Sea Mosquito Lord], both displaying equal deference.
"You’ve come to me—do you hope I’ll end my seclusion?"
The Ignorant Monarch anticipated their intent.
The Devouring Sky Demon Lord responded:
"Yes, we’ve assembled almost sixty Nightmare Monarchs now, and upon hitting a hundred, we can unleash a massive cleansing upon the Pan-Plane, humbling those creatures and amplifying our influence through widespread dread."
The Ignorant Monarch countered:
"I’m immersed in contemplating wisdom at the moment and lack time to join."
The Devouring Sky Demon Lord pressed:
"But the Lost Monarch demands we include you. As you’re aware, the Nightmare World can’t wage major campaigns without your guidance."
The Void Sovereign chimed in supportively:
"Precisely, you’re the strategic core of our Nightmare World."
Seizing the chance, the Blood Sea Mosquito Lord praised:
"With your involvement, we’ll overrun the Pan-Plane and Nora within a hundred years!"
The Ignorant Monarch appeared to bask in their adulation.
A faint smirk crossed his lips, tinged with vanity, as he declared:
"Very well, given your sincere summons, I’ll partake in this conflict. Inform the Lost Monarch, though: I disregard routine skirmishes, but for pivotal clashes, my directives must be obeyed without question, or I withdraw."