Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2964: 603: Swallowing a Dragon Ball! I Alone Am the Crimson Emperor Dragon! (part 2)

The vaulted sky looms with the imposing crimson ancient gate spanning across.

Levi shifts his eyes away and summons the proficiency panel.

Levi——————

Crimson Emperor Dragon Breathing Technique: Twenty-first Rank (Extreme Limit), Special Effect: Red Emperor Dragon BodySupreme (Peak level 9); Exclusive Weapon: Crimson Dragon Slash (Level 9); Bloodline Divine Patterns: 81/81; Heavenly Sovereign Authority: Destruction Sanctuary (Ten Layers).

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"Having ascended to the Ten Layers of Heaven, my Red Emperor Dragon Realm has hit its utmost limit naturally. To advance more, breaking this ancient gate and entering a superior realm is essential.

What sort of world hides behind the gate?"

Curiosity stirs within Levi.

His form stands tall, launching upward from the earth, surging outward in every direction, morphing into a rocket-propelled silhouette hurtling toward the red ancient gate, echoed by a muffled roar.

The colossal red gate vibrates and quakes yet refuses to yield.

Levi stays patient; he retreats to the Red Emperor’s Throne, whispering to himself:

"Once knight cultivation reaches level 9, the emphasis turns to grasping [six-dimensional rules] and [attribute domain], which forms the path of the six grand sacred domains.

The panel offered no hint for this breakthrough. Yet from my ongoing studies, two requirements exist for level 10 advancement:

First, command over the ten layers of sacred realm power.

Second, forging sufficient bloodline divine patterns.

I've fulfilled my current prerequisites, but this door won't budge; something vital must be overlooked."

Levi examines his inner state, finally pinpointing the issue.

"The divine patterns are flawless, but the shift to a tangible divine palace remains unfinished. My body hasn't completely evolved into the conceptual [Strength] form and still needs more refinement. Ah, that explains it."

Levi keeps his composure and presses on with his seclusion.

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Time flows quietly onward.

Shadow World.

Crimson and ebony nightmare energy taints the ashen sky, where more than thirty monarch silhouettes rise like immense pillars piercing the heavens, driving the alliance forces to fall back amid their assaults.

Nora Calendar 2112, Blood Battle for 2000 years.

This signifies the 112th year of the nightmare’s massive incursion, with the conflict growing fiercer.

Thus far, the three-party alliance has lost three, alongside two level-10s gravely wounded. The nightmare world has sacrificed four monarchs; damages are balanced on both sides, but the nightmare’s endless reserves sustain it while the alliance falters.

Across the past hundred years, all have come to grasp the overwhelming power of these titans. It’s no surprise that since antiquity, none could challenge their dominance.

In reality, the three-party alliance now matches the giants’ empire at its height, just managing to resist the nightmares, while lesser powers would have crumbled ages ago.

Alliance headquarters.

Exhausted forms huddle close, Charactus’s back marked with labyrinthine scars that send chills down the spine.

He took wounds from clashing with the Lost Monarch.

Facing him sit the Lady of Thunder, Wind Empress, and the rest, their spiritual energies dimmed and weary, having battled too many level-10 powerhouses without pause.

Charactus inquires:

"Lady, when will Lord Edmund arrive to aid us? In this dire state, we won’t last beyond two centuries. Should we all perish, the Shadow World ends."

Star Sky Sword Saint remarks:

"Void Holy Temple and Lady Hera prepare for all-out assault, but without Edmund’s aid, slaying the Lost Monarch proves impossible as climbing the heavens."

Nightmare Four Emperors, depths unknowable.

These times, the group has endured endless torment from the Lost Monarch.

Lady of Thunder responds:

"I grasp everyone’s hardships, yet recall, over fifty monarchs encircle Nora, ready to strike.

If Edmund departs, who guards Nora? The Ignorant Monarch, among the Four Emperors, leads the Nora front."

Charactus questions gravely:

"How do we shatter this impasse?"

Wind Empress answers:

"Endure another century. Nora holds hidden aces yet to surface. When they emerge, those nightmare monarchs become mere threats no more!"

Star Sky Sword Saint probes:

"Dusk Hall Master? Though mighty, can he truly turn the tide? I believe Edmund needs bold action to eliminate the Lost Monarch.

Only with the Four Emperors toppled can we afford a prolonged clash with the nightmares over centuries, giving the Dusk Hall Master time to mature until his power matches Edmund’s."

Lady of Thunder falls quiet.

To fell the Lost Monarch, Edmund would unleash his full form and wield volatile supreme force, as he once did.

Repeating it risks unthinkable fallout.

The Nora Council fears most: Levi hasn’t risen as the ultimate mainstay, and Edmund’s early exit leaves a void for abyss and nightmare to overrun.

Witnessing the two legendary wizards in turmoil, Charactus exhales:

"We press on and reassess after a century."

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Golden Sacred Realm.

The six Sacred Kings convene beneath the ancient golden tree, pondering the Dao, sipping tea amid fragrant smoke, radiating a wise and enviable aura that stands in stark opposition to the three-party alliance.

A beam of golden radiance arrives; it’s Lou Luo Saint King.

His expression beams with satisfaction as he declares:

"The war has barely ignited, and already a legendary wizard from Nora has fallen. The three-party alliance, including the wounded, has now forfeited five level-10 fighters.

The nightmare world truly wields savage might."

Heavenly Wisdom Saint King caresses his beard, chuckling:

"The nightmares’ early setbacks stemmed from complacency, blindsided by Nora’s defenses, but now approaching with full intent, Nora holds no ground against them."