Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2831: 577: Earth Mother Qi and Mortal Circle!

While possessing additional legendary professions remains advantageous, Levi must also weigh the risks involved in their advancement success rates, leaving him uncertain about whether to refine them all.

The Earth Mother Qi takes the form of a mere puff of air, yet its true weight is immense, possibly surpassing even the combined mass of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Merely Levi, armed with his matchless divine strength, possesses the capability to raise it.

Once deposited within the Ancient Banyan Fairyland, the Mother Qi plunges into the ground and begins a steady descent. In time, it arrives at the fairyland's Earth's core, serving as the foundation for this World Tree of Mana.

"Levi, what exactly are you placing beneath my roots?"

Mana's figure materializes, her expression twisted in revulsion.

"Just something beneficial, left here especially for you."

Levi grins while gesturing toward the muddy yellow mist.

"And what might this be?"

"Earth Mother Qi."

"I’ve heard tales of it, claiming it holds the power of Creation—something all World Trees yearn for... is that accurate?"

"Indeed, should I ever lose my value, you can claim it for your own refinement."

"Hehe, thanks so much... Levi, you're truly generous."

Mana's youthful features light up with a delighted grin, evidently thrilled.

"Hold off on the celebrations. If it still serves my purposes, it stays out of your grasp."

Levi delivers the words without pity.

"Joy fills me regardless."

"Suit yourself. Oh, and should injuries befall anyone henceforth, simply position them near the Mother Qi for rapid recovery."

"Understood. I sense it already—my cellular division and tissue regeneration have quickened. Should I absorb that Cherry Blossom Beast's Divine Tree Power, hitting Level 8 Peak might happen sooner than expected."

Naturally, Mana's notion of "sooner" might span centuries.

Levi had long grown accustomed to such timescales.

He departs the Ancient Banyan Fairyland to further investigate the temple's depths.

Following typical patterns, hidden surprises await here—valuable relics no doubt. Before long, Levi spots a small message from Sauron attached to a pristine white gown displayed on a stand.

"This gown seems oddly recognizable, carrying a faint feminine scent too."

Far from a prized item, it's merely fine attire. Levi abruptly recalls the recent arrival of the Holy Mother, who wore something strikingly similar.

Without delay, Levi unfolds the note for inspection.

[Earth’s Holy Mother Meisha dwells in the Holy Plain of the Thousand Hills Countries; her Divine Kingdom lies beyond the Gate of All Things. As one of the astral world's most ancient deities, she commands the bulk of Earth God’s Authority, later seizing the domain of motherhood to ascend among the mighty gods—though her might falls just short of the Heavenly Father's.

Beneath the Holy Mother serve seven lesser deities, dubbed the 'Holy Seven Goddesses,' each boasting stunning allure and captivating charm.

Yet none rival the Holy Mother’s own splendor.

I knew full well her true nature could be some colossal astral-born vermin, yet her loveliness still left me in awe. Such is a man's frailty, it seems.

Just as I recognize succubi as abyssal-spawned pests at their core, their allure remains irresistible—I indulge without remorse. Cursed Lust, sole among the Seven Deadly Sins to which I yield so easily!

Even heroes succumb to beauty's call.

Sauron, oh Sauron, stay vigilant.

From this day forward, shun excess!

Embody a man unbound by base urges!

Become a man beyond mere titles!

...

...

Truly, the Holy Mother's essence proves unparalleled!

I resisted at first.

But I uncovered an affair between the Holy Mother and Heavenly Father... these supreme beings once merged, somehow birthing a divine offspring through their union.

They plot to propel themselves higher via this progeny, ultimately crushing foes like the Blood Fire Dominator and Lord of Chaos.

How entertaining the astral world proves—sprung from identical origins, yet they devour one another like vermin in endless strife. A war of insects, perhaps?

Adhering to my creed of denying the Heavenly Father any joy, once their merger and conception occurred, I stealthily drew near the Earth’s Holy Mother. She stood in her immaculate white robe, radiating such sanctity and grace that defiling her seemed unthinkable.

"Mrs. Meisha, surely you desire not for the child to meet an early end?"

With those words alone, I savored the illicit nectar of passion.

In the midst of their fusion, I examined the divine son's state.

The pair invested tremendous effort; they unearthed the Mortal Circle I'd pursued for ages and integrated it into the divine son.

Having gestated within the mother's womb across an entire Ancient Age, detaching the Mortal Circle proved arduous.

I sacrificed greatly to claim it. Still, remnants of the Mortal Circle lingered in the divine son’s form... Ah yes, I also seized a strand of Earth Mother Qi from the divine son's umbilical cord.

The Mortal Circle embodies Fate’s Ring, an innate relic impossible to forge, originating from a long-extinct primordial entity.

Its bearer can infuse destiny's core into any life they touch, ensuring those lives remain ensnared by fate's threads.

Across countless realms and eras, all linked to the ring's possessor will inevitably reunite at the destined moment and locale. No mere coincidence or fortune... but the unyielding grip of Fate’s Ring!

Destiny forged into a loop—those ensnared, no matter their struggles to flee, merely orbit the mortal coil until reunion with the owner.

What a captivating yet cruel creation!

Fortune smiles on me; at my current level, such bindings hold no sway.

With traces of the Mortal Circle persisting in the divine son, Lady Meisha remains oblivious to my extraction of the artifact. Nor does she suspect my minor alterations to the child. The Heavenly Father stays ignorant too, his halo of Holy Light now tinged with a mocking emerald hue of betrayal.

Eventually, the divine son shall emerge into existence.

Though survival to maturity seems unlikely.

Unfortunate offspring, destined perhaps to become serpent's prey.

The primordial force that spawned the Mortal Circle also yielded a twin relic, which I dubbed the Eternal Ring.

From my studies and probes, this item likely fell to a legendary beast from history's annals—the Snake of the End.

Regrettably, my time offers no glimpse of such a being.

My own span draws to a close as well.

I’ll forgo the search; so be it.

Perfection eludes all, and no endeavor reaches flawless completion.

The cosmos sprawls infinitely, its treasures tucked away in obscure nooks beyond my sight.

Trust in the Mortal Circle's Destiny Power.

One day, these twin rings shall converge!

—————Sauron!]