Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2824: 576: The Collector of Oddities, the Sealer of Myriad Demons!

"This is the extent of the assistance I can provide."

The legendary Medicine God felt a deep sense of satisfaction regarding Triss’s innate talent and her grasp of the pharmaceutical arts. Consequently, he had already begun grooming her to become the association’s future successor.

From an objective standpoint, however, while Triss’s current potential made becoming a Grand Wizard a certainty, the prospects of her reaching the legendary realm remained slim.

If she failed to achieve legendary status, it would represent a significant setback for the entire pharmaceutical field. Driven by this concern, the venerable Medicine God felt compelled to offer Triss his personal guidance.

Much like Edmund, the Thousand Mountains Immortal was a relic of a bygone era, with merely a few millennia remaining before his lifespan reached its conclusion. Prior to his reincarnation and the start of a new Cultivation cycle, he aimed to produce more ninth-circle pharmacists and establish a new "Medicine God" for the upcoming era of Nora.

"Exert yourself for the sake of growth."

...

Dark Ancient Tower.

Eighth Level, Valoran Continent.

The calendar marked the year 1100 of the Tianqi.

Due to Levi’s preoccupation with hunting for treasures within the Ninth Layer, his appearances in the Three Realms and Four Lands had become rare. This absence transformed the Ultimate Saint into a figure of legend among the vast Human population. Currently, Levi was listening to the Saint Council’s progress report, offering frequent nods of approval.

Once the count of Level 6 Saints or Nascent Soul wizards surpassed forty, their expansion hit a plateau. The initial growth surge of the millennium had concluded, replaced by a period of slow, steady accumulation of Foundation. No civilization can maintain an explosive rate of expansion indefinitely; such a trajectory would defy the natural laws of historical progression. Levi calculated that the population limit for Humans within the Rune Land was approximately one hundred Level 6 experts.

In all other respects, matters proceeded as usual.

The Flame Wolf Saint had successfully reached the Late Stage of Level 8. He was now considered a premier powerhouse within the Three Realms and Four Lands, a status rivaled only by a handful of esteemed figures.

He reported:

"Saint, a new spatial intersection recently manifested within the Heart Sea. Shortly after, a peak Level 8 ferocious beast appeared. It resembles an ape and possesses great mastery over lightning. It easily drove back two Level 8 experts from the Merfolk Palace.

An individual was perched upon the beast's head—evidently another outsider and the master of the creature. He is currently launching an assault on the Three Realms and Four Lands. Shouldn't we mobilize our forces? After all, if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold. If the Three Realms and Four Lands are conquered, our territory will be the next target."

Levi’s expression turned solemn upon hearing this news.

"I understand. I shall investigate this personally. Ensure the Rune Land is strictly guarded to prevent further incursions by outsiders."

"Understood."

The Dark Ancient Tower had occasionally pulled in unstable elements in the past, such as the Golden Absolutes Race, but Levi had never considered them a major concern.

Before departing, he provided the visualization maps and the methodology for crafting Knight Cards, granting the local knight families the opportunity to study them.

...

Heart Sea.

The Merfolk King was reclined upon his bed, attended to by a flock of female merfolk.

"Ouch, be gentler, that hurts... I have no idea where that monster of a man came from. Chaos is returning to the Three Realms and Four Lands. I only hope he isn't another terrifying powerhouse like the Ultimate Saint."

The Merfolk King muttered his thoughts aloud.

"Is there something wrong with me?"

The abrupt voice caused the Merfolk King to scramble out of bed in a panic, reflexively offering a salute. "What brings your esteemed presence here?"

Standing before him was the recognizable form of the black-armored swordsman. The surrounding maids trembled in fear, unable to look directly at his imposing aura.

"I received word that a ferocious beast has appeared in the Heart Sea?"

"Indeed. That beast is controlled by an outsider. I was no match for its power and had to surrender the treasures gathered by the Merfolk Palace over many years just to survive."

"Where can I find it now?"

"The latest reports suggest it is currently invading the Ice Realm."

...

Ice Realm.

Two Level 8 white bears stood at the head of their clan, staring grimly at the beast and its rider. The man was clad in purple armor and possessed a massive frame, with a purple ring encircling his arm. He rode atop a purple giant ape that stood ten thousand meters tall, its body wreathed in crackling lightning.

"Surrender your treasures. I have no desire for a massacre," the man declared. His mastery of the Saint Roland Continent’s common tongue was clumsy, having clearly been picked up only recently.

The leader of the White Bear Clan countered:

"Are you aware that the Three Realms and Four Lands fall under the protection of the Ultimate Saint?"

The man’s brow furrowed.

"This 'Ultimate Saint' means nothing to me; I have never heard of such a person."

The Merfolk King had previously attempted to intimidate him using the same name.

He had been pulled into this realm by accident and found it to be a secluded world devoid of true masters. With his Level 8 Peak cultivation, he believed he could dominate the land. Thus, he occupied himself by searching for an exit while plundering resources.

Losing his patience with the defiant White Bear Clan, he grew cold.

"Oswald, subdue them. Just inflict minor injuries. Once we locate the exit, we will have no further business with these creatures." He remained unaware that he was trapped within the Dark Ancient Tower, clinging to the false hope of escape.

The purple ape raised a spiked club forged from concentrated lightning. With a casual swing, it unleashed a devastating tide of electricity. The frost barriers of the White Bear Clan shook violently under the pressure, their durability reaching its limit.

The clan leader, the White King, looked on with anxiety, frequently glancing toward the horizon.

Historically, the Ultimate Saint would appear once every century. The king had a gut feeling that if the Saint learned of this intrusion, he would intervene.

Half a day later, the protective ward of the White Bear Clan finally shattered.

The purple ape smashed the ice wall with its club, roaring as it charged into the ranks of the white bears. It tossed the clansmen aside like toys, clearing the path with ease.

Suddenly, a flash of light descended.

The event happened too fast for anyone to witness clearly, but the purple ape suddenly shrieked in pain and collapsed heavily, sending clouds of dust into the air.

"What happened? Oswald?"

The man scanned the area but saw no one. Terror began to take hold of him until a heavy, powerful hand came to rest upon his shoulder.