Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2840: 579: Maya Joins the Team! The Origin of the Nest!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
A shadowy outline, faintly visible as a swordsman clad in black armor, dashed into the storm vortex with blinding speed, effortlessly dismantling the Wind Prison divine art unleashed by the two angels and pulling Maya to safety.
Denis's eyes tightened at the sight.
"It's him, the Dusk Palace Master."
Even as a minor wild god lingering on the astral world's edge, thanks to his devotees in the Belief Land, he stayed remarkably updated and had certainly caught wind of the Dusk Palace Master's legendary deeds.
From cutting down level 9 foes to rallying forces against level 10 threats, he was aware of every tale.
Denis knew full well that this entity, no matter his destiny to shake the world, was far beyond what he could challenge.
As a lowly player in the astral world who had endured this long, he grasped the essence of the Path of Following the Heart.
Though the astral world loomed vast and mighty, history showed that feeble gods without power, constantly stirring trouble across the Multidimensional Plane, were the quickest to tumble...
Those mythic heroes often rose to fame by felling gods using just a Level 9 Body.
And ancient-born mighty gods paid no heed to the fates of such insignificant deities.In truth.
Without the Star Ancestor's binding rules, the greatest threats these weak gods faced weren't demons or the Nightmare Monarch... but the native mighty gods of the Thousand Hills Countries!
Differing from Father and Holy Mother.
Denis hadn't originated in the astral world; he had walked the Faith Path through the Multidimensional Plane and risen to godhood!
The ascent proved brutally tough!
Among the astral world's weak gods, many shared his background, derisively labeled "Lower Gods" by the native mighty ones.
Referring to those who climbed from the Lower Realm.
The opposite term was "Upper Gods."
Lower Gods typically started with borrowed divine authority, endlessly robbed and carved up by the astral world's native mighty gods. For them, gaining even a sliver of innate divine authority sparked immense delight.
Hence, the astral world resembled a fortress under siege.
Before stepping in, all envisioned it as paradise, convinced godhood meant bliss, only to discover it was no heaven, but a nightmare...
Yet once committed, retreat was impossible.
After breaching the astral world, save for a rare few with special methods who could employ hidden arts to reincarnate and restart cultivation to break free from this trap.
Most weak gods remained ensnared here... forever!
In clashes against Nightmare and Abyss, they served as mere fodder.
To rise higher, they needed to pledge loyalty to Upper Gods in the Forest of Myriad Phenomena and Thousand-Autumn Countries, laboring for scraps of their rewards.
Over the ages, the highest a Lower God could achieve by reaching the Forest of Myriad Phenomena was becoming an Intermediate God, though one outlier ascended to mighty god status and claimed a spot in the Thousand Hills Countries: Dream Lady Hillin!
Still, that happened in Ancient Times amid the astral world's war with Nightmare, when manpower shortages kept the ascension gates loosely guarded.
Hillin hailed from the alien Dream Eater race, wielding dream powers, gradually building a faith trail through visions before entering the astral world. Then, through cunning, insight, and allure, she clawed her way up from Subordinate God ranks step by step.
By chance, the Main God holding Dream Realm Divine Authority stumbled into an ambush against the Lost Monarch. As a Subordinate God, Dream Lady grasped the moment, consuming His corpse and divine persona to seize the authority and take His place!
Afterward, she absorbed subordinate gods like Sleep God Chupnos, emerging as the head of that path. Even the Star Ancestor quietly endorsed her rise.
Yet since then, no other Lower God has snatched power from Upper Gods to become a mighty one. Even reaching Intermediate God status defies the heavens.
With these thoughts swirling.
Denis gazed at the black-armored shadow and quietly deactivated the projection.
"Master, did you spot who it was?"
The two angels inquired.
Denis scowled, replying in a chilly tone:
"It's the Dusk Palace Master. If you cross paths with him later, avoid any conflict at all costs, or it could spell disaster for the Divine Kingdom. Got it?"
Shock rippled through the two angels.
What? That was him?
Had this figure grown so formidable that even a Main God dreaded him?
"We understand."
"Master, are we truly dropping this issue?"
Denis gave a firm nod.
"Drop it. Heed my words, or you'll invite ruin."
...
Aboard the Aid the Vast Sea ship, in the hidden chamber.
The crimson eyes atop Levi's forehead slowly faded away.
A faint grin crossed his face as he murmured to himself:
"This weak god had the nerve to peek at me, yet he meant no harm—truly uncommon. Looks like the astral world hides some prudent deities after all. I figured they were just haughty, wriggling pests."
Levi pondered intently.
The dynamics among the Four Great Giants proved far more tangled than he'd anticipated.
Sects abounded, ranks were rigid, and conflicts simmered everywhere.
By exploiting these rifts, sowing divisions, or forging short-term pacts with select allies, he could craft a solid plan.
...
Six months onward.
Levi's group reached the Flora Realm.
The silver vessel anchored near Little Wo, concealed within a plane's earth core. The Spider King and Little Rou rushed out to greet them, bursting with delight.
Rowling eyed Little Wo with a grin. "Parasitic Realm Crabs exist here too—impressive. Is this your modest base in the Land of Darkness?"
"These are all transcendent beings under my command, skilled in various tasks for resource collection and monitoring the Council of Ten Thousand Clans. Madam, please step inside and rest."
Levi guided Rowling within, while the Spider King cast nervous sidelong looks. Levi soothed him. "This is my old mentor and neighbor, Lady Rowling."