Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2811: 574: Please, Baby, Kill! Battle the Level-10 Once More!

Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Levi observes the development of the Ancient Banyan Fairyland’s Three Realms and the mysterious mechanical constructs within the Daydreamer’s Demiplane, pondering the existence of other transmigrators. While researching Nightmare power to create a portable dreamscape, Levi utilizes his Deep Red Eyes to detect a looming threat from Artu, a level-10 Weak God and descendant of the Heavenly Father. As the Blood Battle reaches its 1500th year, the Nora world prepares for a massive coordinated invasion from a coalition of twelve Nightmare Monarchs. Despite the buildup of a terrifying creature flood, the Abyss and Nightmare forces remain in a tense standoff, each waiting for the other to strike first to gain a strategic advantage.

The Nightmare World.

"How is it that the demons haven't shown the slightest sign of movement?"

More than ten Nightmare Monarchs were gathered around a circular table constructed from pulsing flesh and bone. The Lost Monarch presided over the meeting, with the Devouring Sky Demon Lord serving as his second-in-command.

Clad in crimson robes, the Blood Sea Mosquito Lord remarked, "The Abyss likely intends for us to strike first so they can reap the rewards without effort."

"If that is the case, let us move immediately. We shall seize Nora at once and leave the Abyss with nothing. Our strength has reached its zenith after such a long dormancy in the Nightmare World. Even if the Abyss attempts to interfere, they will find no profit here!" the Devouring Sky Demon Lord proclaimed.

It was consumed by a desire to invade Nora, eager to make the Dusk Palace Master, the Snake of the End, Edmund, and the others pay for their past actions.

While the Nightmare World launched frequent external incursions, they were smaller in scale compared to those of the Abyss. Consequently, their collective power remained largely intact.

Ultimately, the Lost Monarch issued his decree:

"Keep our forces stationed for the moment. A distant expedition against Nora requires more manpower than we currently have. We must continue to rally other Monarchs to ensure a triumphant campaign; we will not fail three times and become a laughing stock like the Abyss. They are far more restless than we are; once they see our lack of action, they will surely move again soon."

The Ghost Alley Monarch, who possessed the appearance of a beautiful yet sinister youth, spoke up:

"In that case, I shall begin by razing the Black Dragon Territory. This Dusk Palace Master is far too prideful, daring to slay my subordinates; a lesson must be beaten into him."

Recognizing this as a mere act of venting frustration, the Lost Monarch nonetheless gave his indifferent approval.

"Proceed, but remain vigilant against potential ambushes," he said softly.

...

Ancient Dragon Continent.

Levi hovered in the empty air, observing the six battle groups arrayed below him.

Song of the Sirens, Iron Crocodile’s Teeth, Blood Vortex, Holy Fist, Nightmare Spear, and Endless Wind... After nearly two millennia, the Ancient Dragon Continent had finally established six specialized battle groups across various dimensions.

Each unit was commanded by several level 6 or even level 7 knights. The Holy Fist group, in particular, utilized the Saint Ape Breathing Technique, a method derived from the Holy Giant Ape—the ancestor of Emperor Mu’s bloodline.

When forming these elite forces, Levi did not prioritize the long-term potential or the upper limits of their breathing techniques. His sole requirements were rapid progression and formidable combat proficiency.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment akin to completing a rare collection, Levi was in high spirits.

Following the military review, he dispatched the six battle groups into the Nightmare World immediately. Their mission was to stand guard and harvest as many resources as possible before the enemy's inevitable arrival.

Suddenly, a disturbance erupted from Gondor City.

Massive waves of Golden Stone Qi billowed outward. A figure emerged, bathed in a radiant golden glow with the colors of the sunset at his back. His black hair flowed in the wind as his white robes snapped around him.

With a casual clench of his fist, Vic summoned a golden sword tower from the void. It transformed into an ancient blade, manifesting 101 distinct beams of golden sword light.

The echoes of young children’s voices could be heard vibrating within the sword light.

"What is happening?"

"A breakthrough! The master has achieved a breakthrough!"

Levi beamed with pride.

"Following the Holy Emperor, Vic is the second within the Energy Sect to reach level 8. It seems the potential of an Innate Spirit Embryo is truly remarkable."

Elsewhere, within Vic’s consciousness, a strand of incredibly refined Golden Stone Qi took solid form. Radiating a sense of spirituality, it began to circle the wizard tower.

As he exhaled, the Golden Stone Qi shifted into a sharp Golden Snake Long Sword. It pierced the sky and shattered the void, drawing in the scattered auras of the world. The blade traveled over a thousand miles in an instant before returning to his side.

"The Shattering Void Three Realms consist of Step Void, Crossing Void, and Returning Void. In the White Emperor Sword Sect, these correspond to the Shattered Invisible Sword Qi, the Invisible Sword Qi from a thousand miles, and the Universal Invisible Sword Qi... Beyond those is the Taibai Invisible Sword Qi, a level the White Emperor’s Son glimpsed but never attained, comparable to a level 9 sword strike from afar."

A guiding aura descended from the heavens, signaling to Vic that it came from the ancestral source of the Energy Sect. Offering no resistance, he allowed his form to vanish into the light.

...

High above the Nine Heavens.

The Seven-Colored Fairyland.

Amidst the jade palaces and the high dome of the sky, Vic finally stood before the founding ancestor of the Energy Sect. He found an elderly bearman dressed in white robes, sitting cross-legged upon a cloud in a light slumber.

"Vic pays his respects to the Origin Holy Emperor."

"Sit, Vic," the Holy Emperor said with a wave of his hand, summoning a white cloud for him.

Once seated, Vic inquired:

"What instructions does the ancestor have for me?"

"I have a gift I wish to grant you."

"And what price must this disciple pay for such a treasure?"

"There is no price. We belong to the Energy Sect, not the wizards... Why must everything in this world come with a cost? Hahaha!"

The elderly bearman gestured, and a streak of golden light flew from the clouds into his hand, revealing a golden gourd.

"Is this the legendary Golden Stone Gourd of our Energy Sect?"

"Indeed. The treasure I am giving you is contained within."

"This object protects the very destiny of the Energy Sect; I cannot possibly accept it," Vic protested.

"A mere object does not protect destiny; I am the one who safeguards our path. Out of boredom, I forged this Golden Stone Gourd into a Quasi Celestial Spirit Treasure... you may view it as a level 9 rarity. I have crafted seven such artifacts to reward the first person in each branch of the Energy Sect to reach level 8."

"I thank the ancestor for this generous gift."

"Return now. The future of the Golden Stone Qi Sect rests with your generation. To wield this artifact, you must learn the specific Energy Sect mantra for treasure mastery, which you will find inside the gourd."

"I understand."

Vic secured the gourd, bowed once more, and departed. He hadn't anticipated that being the first to reach level 8 would yield such a magnificent reward.

The Origin Holy Emperor returned to his nap. He had used various rare materials to refine those seven gourds into seven Quasi Celestial Spirit Treasures, which were: