Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2855: 581: The Four Treasures of the Universe! Massive Gains!

Dusk Palace Master, you must die!

The Shadow World has been something the Abyss desired for ages.

Yet, numerous powerhouses exist there too, much like Edmund, making them tough opponents, which prevents the Abyss from seizing control at present.

Furthermore, various massive groups are vying over the Shadow World, and should the Abyss attempt to claim it entirely, it would surely provoke assaults from the remaining three parties, sparking a massive turmoil.

Nevertheless, this domain has long been fragmented, its essence depleted, rendering future destiny formation challenging. By contrast, Nora poses an even larger danger.

Shadow Dimension.

In the Shadow Demon Queen’s hand emerges a barbed, whip-shaped item.

This represents the [Shadow Whip], a pinnacle treasure-grade magical implement for the shadow demon clan, crafted over endless eras of killing and absorption, placing it among the top thirty across the Pan-Plane.

The core substance comes from the sacred relic [Shadow Divine Gold] of the Shadow Faction, originating at the heart of the Shadow World’s plane, acquired during the dispersal by ancient forces.

The Shadow Demon Queen runs her blood-red tongue over the whip, then coils it about her lithe waist—scarce less alluring than a succubus's—prior to morphing into a spectral glow and charging forward.

...

Nightmare World.

"Dusk Palace Master has shown up in the Pan-Plane; this offers the ideal chance to eliminate him. Lords, who's ready to head out?"

The Lost Monarch surveys the mighty beings beneath him.

The Ghost Alley Monarch pretends the matter doesn't concern it.

The Devouring Sky Demon Lord yearns to join, yet as a key player in the assault on Nora, it finds itself bound during this vital pre-battle phase, unable to depart.

A ruler with a fluctuating shape, shifting like fog between cohesion and diffusion, declares:

"I'll handle it, but let's clarify upfront: all rewards from pursuing him belong to me. No one objects, do they?"

The Lost Monarch chuckles and replies:

"Very well, Grey Mist Monarch, given your mid-stage level 10 cultivation, victory seems assured... And yes, his loot will be yours alone."

All at once.

The Lost Monarch parts its jaws and expels a dark orb.

It swallows illumination, utterly bizarre.

"Here’s the [Night Barrier Bead], a deceptive relic that hides celestial patterns and masks cosmic mysteries. Dusk Palace Master possesses sharp senses. Bring this along, and he likely won’t detect you," the Lost Monarch clarified.

A grin spreads across the Grey Mist Monarch's foggy visage.

"Fine, my thanks. I'll definitely fulfill the task."

Deceptive relics form a crafting technique exclusive to Nightmare World's elites. The Lost Monarch claimed this Night Barrier Bead by slaying a rival ruler, equating it to a supreme treasure.

Confronting the Dusk Palace Master demands substantial commitment.

Soon after, the Grey Mist Monarch rips through the crimson-dark vault above, slips into the fissure, and vanishes.

With Nightmare World commanding the majority of cosmic shadowy remnants, navigation proves straightforward. Tracking down Dusk Palace Master presents no major issue.

...

Two years passed.

Holy War World.

The Holy War Army Master assembles with the surviving nine Divine Generals in this place. They've deployed the Heavenly Net already, poised merely for Dusk Palace Master's arrival.

However, Dusk Palace Master failed to appear.

"I figured he'd grown bold enough to face my actual body."

The Holy War Army Master lets out an unintended breath of ease.

"I'm still in the dark about the Wild Dog God’s progress. Nothing's been reported so far. Might he have failed to close the distance?"

Over these years, it endures frequent chest aches, untreatable by any method.

The precious [Sun God Gold], barely acquired, slipped away without proper integration, not to mention the array of level 9 rarities and resources.

"As soon as my lord escapes these woes, it will prioritize dealing with this foe!"

...

Darkness Void.

A lean silhouette mounts the [Void Demon Dog], speeding along; it's the Wild Dog God, with a plain longbow slung across its back, radiating an aura of antiquity.

For the seamless execution of blocking Dusk Palace Master, the Blood Fire Dominator permitted use of the [Ancient Divine Artifact Sun-breaking Divine Bow] from the Divine Kingdom.

Assessing a divine armament's might hinges on three elements: its creator's rank and might, the components used, and the accumulation of ages; age brings greater potency.

Among today's mightiest divine armaments stand the Ancient Divine Artifacts, like the [Spear of Blood and Fire]. It evolved from the [Fiery Fire Divine Spear], formed in bygone eras, repeatedly reshaped and bolstered by the Blood Fire Dominator, establishing it as an elite force in the astral realm.

"Magic Dog, detected any signs of Dusk Palace Master yet?"

The Wild Dog God inquires.

The ebony canine below wags its head negatively.

"Ah, well, it looks like this fellow dreads battling me and has escaped in panic. Time to head back and report." Internally, the Wild Dog God exhales deeply in relief.

Excellent! No direct clash with that monster required.

Although numerous Divine Race troops and Divine Generals fell this round, damage to the Belief Lands stayed light, qualifying as fulfilling the Main God's directive.

Levi might eliminate Divine Race warriors at best but wouldn't massacre every soul across the three thousand Belief Lands simply to harass the Blood Fire Dominator.

Those beings bear no fault; they form vital components of Great Nora civilization’s long-term aspirations. For complete resolution against the Blood Fire Dominator, venturing to the astral realm becomes essential—to batter the divine physique, shatter the Divine Kingdom, and snuff out the divine flame!

...

Three years sped past.

Nora Calendar 1660.

Pressing onward at maximum velocity, Aid the Vast Sea had arrived at the Pan-Plane's boundary.

Gazing into the endless void, Levi abruptly recalls Ayak.

Heaven knows what became of that bird-kid?

This marked their fortieth year journeying. En route, Levi not only disrupted the Council of Ten Thousand Clans but also rescued several imperiled extraterrestrial societies.

All now reside in the Space Treasure he bears. Regarding the [Land of Oblivion], time constraints delay it until the journey back.

"Master, a Blood Battle Battlefield lies ahead; it seems linked to a major society. I scouted lightly; a level 10 powerhouse is present."

A golden radiance enters the quarters, revealing the scout Maya.

Having reviewed the details, Levi proceeds to Rowling’s chamber.

The woman had just concluded her meditation.

"What's the matter?"

"Lady, the path forward crosses a Mermaid Civilization, led by the mightiest [Emperor Whale Sain], the Merfolk Emperor."

"Merpeople... they share kinship with the Sea Clan."

"Indeed, I believe it aids body-refining wizard growth, so I intend to investigate; if the foe proves overwhelming, we'll bypass it; if manageable, I'll attempt to take it down, possibly requiring a bit of your assistance."

"Understood, stay cautious."

Exiting the vessel.

Levi masks his potent qi, venturing into the depths of space.

The merfolk lineage features offshoots in the ancient tower, boasting robust physiques and notable bloodline powers; Levi surmises the ancient tower drew talent from such sources.

A sense stirs within him: the moment to release the Blood Battle Armor's seals has arrived!