Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2879: 585: Kicking the Brilliant Prison Dragon God! The Terrifying Might of the Six Emperor Dragons!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
"Are you both truly certain?"
"Absolutely no issue."
"Then come with me quickly; we must make haste, or my companion might already begin the divine ascension, leaving regret too late to matter!"
The Mistress merged the Star River Giant Demon into her own form, and from her back, it extended myriad tentacles, ripping apart a portal for distant teleportation.
Levi and Rowling entered the portal and disappeared from sight.
...
Land of Darkness.
A barren world of medium scale.
The vast formation's lines faintly emerged, extending over the terrain.
Two enormous creatures hovered in the emptiness, watching the active shapes down below."Holy Dragon, are you truly set on heading to the astral world?"
The ethereal Heavenly Horse, shimmering like starlight in a dream, appeared somewhat hesitant.
The Light Holy Ancient Dragon took the form of a golden dragon, radiating a sacred glow from its frame.
"My old companion, I refuse to perish... Even in the astral world, I could keep an eye on you from afar, witnessing the rise of societies and the shifts in oceans and lands. But death brings utter nothingness."
The fatigued tone carried a weak resonance.
"Your words ring true, yet the Brilliant Prison Dragon God's fame is dreadful; it could spell trouble for you... Sigh, why wouldn't the King of Ten Thousand Dragons accept you? That entity far surpasses the Brilliant Prison Dragon God, holding a spot among the astral world's top ten deities.
If that fails, consider approaching the [Lord of the Stars]; I met that deity during my astral explorations, and it struck me as quite favorable."
The Holy Dragon merely shook its head. "No need; the Lord of the Stars sides firmly with the King of Ten Thousand Dragons, so they would reject me as well."
"Sigh, your legendary Dragon Clan physique might yield a godhood weaker than your current power... such a shame." The Star Horse sighed deeply.
The Holy Dragon possessed a Level 10 Middle Stage Cultivation, while it lingered at Level 10 Early Stage.
For this venerable dragon, it displayed profound reverence.
"I intend to achieve godhood through the Dragon Soul, weakening myself but leaving the Dragon Body in the Nelarayan Civilization for someone to forge into an ultimate artifact, or to bestow upon the Legendary Emperor."
As the pair of creatures exchanged words.
Down below, the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts worked in quiet focus.
His gaze burned red, and his thoughts churned in chaos.
To their civilization, the Holy Dragon equaled a genuine deity.
Sending it away now filled them with natural sorrow.
All at once, the formation unleashed a brilliant light.
A mighty, robust dragon phantom wrapped in dark flames materialized, linking sky and ground. At its side, the Seventy-Two Pillars of hell, featuring the Murder Angel, trailed behind—the Brilliant Prison Dragon God. Once incorporated, it swiftly rose as the chief commander beneath the Lord of Chaos, its power nearing that of a mighty god.
It fixed its commanding stare on the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts and the Holy Dragon:
"Impressive, truly impressive; you've picked the wise route. In these turbulent times, immortality alone paves the real way!
Revere me, and I'll bestow upon you a divine title!
Chant my glory, and I'll award you a divine form!
Honor me, and I'll confer a divine lineage!
Bow to me, and I'll impart a divine flame!"
A cascade of solemn, imposing declarations boomed outward.
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts and the Star Horse endured crushing weight; despite both reaching Level 10—the former at Intermediate Stage—the gap in might between them and this entity yawned wide. The Holy Dragon, worn by age and approaching its end, saw even the Legendary Emperor's power fade.
Inner turmoil gripped the Holy Dragon.
Its grand dragon frame mulled over doubts, unsure if regret now stirred.
The shadow of demise pressed close, demanding a choice.
"Why the delay? Join me, and you'll rank among the top five deities serving the Lord of Chaos, at my right side. Your standing in the astral world will soar past the ambitions of the feeble Star Wilderness Gods."
The Brilliant Prison Dragon God's words dripped with allure.
The Holy Dragon quelled its inner storm.
One conviction alone remained: better a lowly existence than a noble end.
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts had already severed the Holy Dragon's bond, stepping back pale-faced to merge with the Star Horse, averting any outburst from the Dragon God.
The Holy Dragon shifted to the array's heart, shut its eyes, dipped its proud head, and folded its wings to the earth, gradually curling its tail.
The Brilliant Prison Dragon God grew eager. "Hurry now, no lingering; the ceremony has a strict window. Revere me, and I'll bestow a divine title; chant my glory..."
Its words cut short as a ray of light streaked in.
A frigid, furious shout rang out:
"Chant your glorious mother!"
The imposing Dragon God Projection took a brutal hit, hurled billions of miles distant, rolling into the void past the crystal barrier.
A swordsman in black armor gripped his blade, breathing hard.
He eyed the massive rift overhead, then turned to the stunned duo of beasts.
"Arrived right on time; abandon the godhood ascent."
His gaze pierced sharply toward the Holy Dragon and the Legendary Emperor, carrying an almost imperative tone.
The Legendary Emperor scowled at the emptiness and the appearing Mistress Olisa, inquiring:
"What's happening here?"
Olisa answered, "Husband, you must not pursue godhood."
"Why not?" the Legendary Emperor pressed.
Olisa stayed silent, merely glancing at Levi.
The ancient Golden Dragon Eyes projected boundless dominance; the fearsome Dragon’s Might crashed over Levi like a colossal wave.
The profound rumble of the Holy Dragon resounded.
"Mortal, explain! Why interfere with my rite of divine ascension?"
A colossal tree's silhouette plunged from above; Rowling, clad in white robes, unleashed legendary aura, her Demiplane projection looming behind to quietly deflect the Dragon’s Might.
"Lady, move back; allow me to address it."
Levi returned his longsword to its sheath and softly drew Rowling behind him.
He positioned himself solo under the golden behemoth dragon.
He measured scarcely the length of the dragon's claw, tiny as a mote of dust.
Yet fear eluded him; he raised his eyes to confront the Golden Dragon Eyes.
Boom!
The Six Holy Heavens manifested!
Crimson Emperor, Black Emperor, Golden Emperor, White Emperor, Green Emperor, Nightmare Emperor!
Illusions of six paramount giant dragons arose behind Levi, encircling the firmament, their wings crafting a shield across this realm.
The dread Dragon’s Might of the Six Paths intertwined fiercely, like a keen blade shattering the Holy Dragon’s Might, prompting a shift in its face and a faint quiver in its ancient dragon form.
This stemmed from primal dread, a dominance from a superior tier.
What mythical Dragon Clan being in this realm could surpass its own level?
Indisputably, the Dragon King!
A lineage transcending legends, utterly supreme!
The figure ahead harbored such lineages—all six!
Its thoughts briefly stalled.
Could a being of such cheat-like potency exist?
With death approaching, were visions deceiving it?
Illusion, it had to be illusion!
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts and Mistress Olisa stood equally stunned speechless.
As Beast Masters, they grasped the significance of the six dragon phantoms trailing Levi.
In the era of the Tame Ancestor, his aspiration was to claim the mantle of supreme Dragon King Beast Master, a Super God Beast Master!
The individual facing them had fulfilled that vision differently.
Harnessing six ultimate bloodlines, mounting the Six Dragons to dominate the skies!
"Why, mortal!"
The massive dragon composed itself, its voice easing a touch.
Levi responded steadily:
"Godhood eludes you, particularly as a vassal to the Brilliant Prison Dragon God, for I shall slay you—be it today or tomorrow!"