Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2871: 584: Shaking the Multidimensional Planes, Extolling My Name of Dusk!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Clearly, his chances of success are slim at best.
He's already outmatched by Edmund, which is troubling enough.
To make matters worse, even the rising talents from the Wizard World are starting to close the gap on him.
Unless the Four Great Giants intervene and take down the Dusk Palace Master, and if events keep unfolding this way, he truly will reach Level 11!
The final Amethyst Saint stayed quiet, whispering to himself inwardly.
"Can he already take down Gods? It looks like I need to speed up my plans and can't afford more delays. The astral world alone can protect the Amethyst Race!"
Unwilling to give up his Amethyst Race form, he pondered deeply and decided on a short-term fix: transform his body into an ultimate treasure. That way, once he reignites the divine fire in the astral world and ascends to Godhood, he'll have a mighty tool at his disposal.
His strength wouldn't drop by much.
This holds true for the rest of the Amethyst Race as well.
Yet, crafting a treasure from one's own body in the present Pan-Plane? Only one figure might hold the secret—that being Master Bao Long.
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Astral World.
Star Wilderness.
A azure Divine Kingdom drifted across the Sea of Ruins.
The Sea Beast God Bosais wandered restlessly inside the temple, his face etched with worry.
In his thoughts, a fresh report from the Church of the Belief Land replayed: the Dusk Palace Master had single-handedly crushed the 186th layer of the Abyss [Old Sea Dominator Rul], followed by [Dusk Sun God Art].
How in the world did he pull that off?
The initial kill could be overlooked; Bosais didn't know the demon lord well and had no grasp of Rul's power.
But Art was a different story—he recognized him intimately as a heir of Sun God Ramon. Had Art not been born so late with a shaky base, he'd have been a mid-tier God for sure.
Thus, he wasn't some feeble God to underestimate; he controlled more than 5% of his innate divine authority and even carried a divine weapon. Among low-level Gods like Bosais, Art counted as an "indigenous God second generation" he wouldn't dare approach!
Look at Bosais himself; he only held about 4% of the [River Divine Authority], a offshoot of the [Water Divine Authority]. Some came from sea monster legacies and ocean creatures, and he lacked the skill to create a divine weapon.
If Art proved too tough for him, victory was impossible.
Igniting divine fire in the astral world doesn't guarantee eternal life.
Given the Dusk Palace Master's prowess, he'd have no trouble invading the Star Wilderness to strike him down, snuff out his divine fire, and bring about his end.
Due to the ongoing feud between the Underworld and the astral world, any God born there needs ties to the Nether Emperor or solid support. Otherwise, if the divine fire dies, their true soul dissolves into nothing, with no hope of joining the Mother River for rebirth and further growth—that's pure fantasy!
Regular reincarnation? Forget it!
The Underworld today would celebrate the demise of astral Gods. After all, the Gods' might was surging far beyond the emperors of the Underworld.
"The Star Wilderness isn't safe anymore, and neither is the Forest of Myriad Phenomena. My only refuge is the Thousand Hills Countries.
Timing works out perfectly—the Lord of Storm is expanding an ocean divine authority domain and seeking a subordinate god to serve. I might give it a shot at the [Storm Sea].
No matter how formidable the Dusk Palace Master gets, he won't storm the Thousand Hills Countries anytime soon. It's under the [Temple of Thousands Gods], which could catch the Star Ancestor's eye."
Throughout history, countless Level 11 powerhouses have clashed with Gods, but rarely do mighty ones fall. Elite Gods like the Lord of Storm remain secure without issue. Sure, ending up as someone's lackey later beats outright death.
To counter Levi, the Sea Beast God pored over fragments of the Dusk Palace Master's history and reached this verdict:
This guy holds grudges like no other, avenging even tiny slights with brutal, unrelenting force!
Why did he ever cross paths with this disaster incarnate?
Regret won't help now!
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Still within the Star Wilderness.
The white Divine Kingdom encircled by raging hurricanes.
Inside the divine palace, Sky and Bird God Denis sat in meditation, eyes shut. He snapped them open as two frightened angels rushed in, fresh from blocking Maya.
"What's got you in such a panic?"
"My Lord, the Church saint just prayed to us with urgent news to share. The Dusk Palace Master who stopped Maya... he took out the Old Sea Dominator and the Dusk Sun God. Word's spreading like wildfire across the Pan-Plane."
Denis bolted upright, fully alert.
"You sure about this?"
"Yes, it's not just one Belief Land reporting it. We've checked ourselves, and lately the Gate of Dusk has shut tight, with cracks forming in the Dusk Divine Kingdom. It seems the one has dropped from True God back to demigod..."
Hearing that, Denis broke into a cold sweat of gratitude. Good thing he held back from chasing the Dusk Palace Master not long ago; otherwise, he'd have forfeited his divine rank.
He called together his angels and warned them sternly:
"Seal the divine domain for the coming ten thousand years, and tend to our Belief Lands diligently. A massive storm brews in the astral world, set to unleash chaos like never before. Gods could perish in it. Insert this into the 'Sky Holy Scripture': Never provoke members of the Nora Civilization without cause."
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Star Realm Battlefield.
The Blood Fire Dominator remained entangled in fierce battle against the Stinging Snake Queen.
Just recently, the Wild Dog God had botched his mission and pulled back. His later schemes to redirect the Stinging Snake Queen toward Nora all fell flat.
On the Holy War Army Master's front, nine generals had perished, and hordes of divine race troops were wiped out... these blows hit hard, even for a mighty God like him.
All at once, a dispatch from the Wild Dog God jolted his focus, nearly allowing the Stinging Snake Queen to rip him apart.
The Dusk Palace Master slew Art?