Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2876: 585: Kicking Away the Brilliant Prison Dragon God! The Ferocious Might of the Six Emperor Dragons!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Levi examined the spell meticulously, driven by a need to remain cautious toward that shadowy presence.
He scrutinized and dissected the Heart-stealing Demon Crystal Core, faintly perceiving elaborate and arcane runes shimmering within his gaze, before plunging into thorough investigation.
Meanwhile.
The enormous banyan tree quivered and expanded, its limbs extending outward in every direction, unleashing a level 8 late-stage aura that surged toward the heavens, while Mana, dressed in a verdant gown, radiated pure delight on her features.
"Hehe, late stage!"
Not all of the leftover Divine Tree Power from the Cherry Blossom Beast’s horn had been depleted; upon complete assimilation, she stood a chance to attain the Level 8 Peak Realm.
The sole path to level 9 lay within the Golden Sacred Realm.
With its power surging forward, the Three Realms visibly stretched into the Chaotic Void, as Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water underwent relentless reshaping. One month onward, the Ancient Banyan Fairyland experienced a profound upheaval.
Spanning two hundred thousand miles from east to west and one hundred eighty thousand miles from north to south, rising ten thousand feet tall and stretching nine thousand miles deep—this vastness now ranked among the elite in a medium world.
After hitting level 9, the Ancient Banyan Fairyland would elevate to a standard large world.Upon reaching level 10, it ought to rival the Gray Eagle World in might.
"So itchy."
Mana glanced downward at her feet.
From the tangled roots, vivid crimson blossoms erupted without warning, flourishing and fading in a mere moment, yielding fruits of a dull brownish hue.
One month passed, and the fruits ruptured open.
A diminutive tree spirit, no taller than a foot, leaped forth, latching onto the roots and nuzzling against Mana’s sweet-scented "feet."
"Mana, mama..."
Mana jumped in surprise: "Is it possible I’ve unwittingly birthed my own kin? Ever since merging the Sakura Ancestor’s essence, my divine tree authority has grown far more robust."
As days turned to weeks, countless more tiny tree spirits emerged from the roots. They chattered boisterously, crying out "mama" while drawing nourishment from Mana’s "fragrance" to thrive.
Though these tree spirits lagged behind regular folks in combat prowess, Mana sensed their unyielding vitality and promise, matching that of the elves in depth.
"Levi, Levi, hurry over and look!"
Mana summoned Levi to her side.
"What’s going on?"
"See, I’ve got children now."
"..."
Levi seized hold of a wriggling little tree spirit.
"It carries your essence for sure; this has to be the kin you’ve brought into being."
"Looks like it—I just dozed off and awoke to find them here."
"That’s wonderful. How many have appeared altogether?"
"More than three hundred."
"Keep producing them, aim for tens or even hundreds of thousands."
"... Stop joking around; this is my initial created kin—what name do you suggest for them?"
"Name them the [Groot Clan], part of your [Ancient Rong Guard Team], and push to forge even more fascinating groups."
"Groot, that has a nice ring."
In this way, a band of charming tree spirits came into existence.
From Levi’s investigations, the young Groot Clan members possessed modest abilities, boasting tough hides akin to bark yet vulnerable to flames like any tree.
Furthermore, the Groot Clan emerged with a strong bond to the Earth element, allowing them to cast basic wood spells with ease.
Such as [Vine Entanglement], [Tree Branch Strangulation], and the like.
Out of the 300 Groots, five displayed exceptional elemental rapport, on par with a wizard’s triple affinity, leaving it unclear if they could pursue wizardry.
Should they succeed, it would prove astonishing, for the Groots’ natural gifts rivaled those of Pandora elves.
Down the line, with proper nurturing, they might form yet another force of spellcasters.
Besides, the Groot Clan’s bodies far outstripped the elves in durability, even if their looks paled dramatically in comparison... but such things held little weight.
Similar to elves, the inaugural generation could breed successors on their own, without relying solely on Mana for creation.
Naturally, the subsequent generation’s gifts and prospects typically fell short of the originals, a typical flaw in the Divine Tree’s lineages, serving as the Divine Tree’s subtle reins over them.
Regardless, Levi brimmed with eagerness.
A thriving Mana ecosystem had taken shape, and from the moment the initial Groot arrived, Mana ascended as the deity and matriarch of an entire race and society.
...
Two years afterward.
Nora 1680.
The silver spaceship’s velocity gradually eased, halting amid the emptiness.
Before them loomed a grand world awash in shades of green, yellow, and blue.
Nalarayan, pinnacle of the Beast Master civilization.
Ritter’s heart raced with thrill: "Home!"
Maya showed keen interest: "I’ve visited this place once, though I never mustered the courage to step inside."
Rowling yawned lazily: "Our nearly fifty-year voyage has finally concluded."
Levi stowed the spaceship away: "Come on, let’s greet those two elders."
As they neared the crystal barrier, Rowling intentionally unleashed her legendary presence, sending an unseen ripple across the Nalarayan World.
Before long, two formidable level 9 presences erupted skyward—a colossal blue ape reminiscent of a mountain and a immense bird akin to a Fire Bird burst through the rift in space, advancing to meet them.
Atop their forms, two individuals positioned themselves distinctly.
They eyed Levi’s party with guarded suspicion.
The warrior clad in icy armor inquired:
"Have you come merely to pause here?"
Typically, visitors who broadcast the might of powerhouses without breaching the boundary traveled with friendly intent, signaling at the gates; those harboring malice slunk in covertly.
"Ritter? Weren’t you off on your travels?" The crimson-haired woman in blazing armor cast a look toward Ritter lurking in the back.
Ritter grinned: "Extreme Cold King, Fiery Fire Heavenly King, I’ve returned, accompanied by some companions. This is the Dusk Hall Master, and here’s Lady Rowling, hailing from the wizard civilization. We seek an audience with the Legendary Emperor and Mother of Sea King regarding vital concerns."