Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2880: 586: Meeting the Netherworld Ancestor, the Secret of Lifespan!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Impossible to attain divine enthronement?
Those Golden Dragon Eyes resembled blazing liquid gold, with twin laser rays on the verge of erupting. Sure, the fellow before me might be formidable, yet in the end, he's merely a level 9.
How could he possibly block my path and sabotage the scheme the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts has laboriously crafted across countless years? And now he's even issuing threats of death against me!
Levi breathed in ragged gasps.
One by one, the Blood Battle Spirit, Primordial Spirit Emperor, and Chaos Dragon manifested.
"Holy Dragon, hold back your impulses."
Lady Olisa materialized abruptly ahead, her Star River Giant Demon standing like an immense peak, positioning itself squarely between Levi and the Holy Dragon. She declared:
"Extending your life doesn't require divine enthronement; the individual right there can reach out to the Netherworld Ancestor!"
The moment these words escaped her lips, the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts, the Holy Dragon, and the Star Horse all froze in shock.
"Reach the Netherworld Ancestor? Are you treating me like some naive three-year-old hatchling? The Netherworld Ancestor oversees the cycle of life, death, and rebirth, remaining detached and impartial. What makes you think a level 9 could ever connect with him?"
The golden glow in the Holy Dragon's eyes faded away, and he spoke in an icy tone.
Buzz! An overwhelming presence surged from outside the domain!
"Dusk Palace Master! How bold of you to strike at this deity?"
The Radiant Prison Dragon King's projection, wrapped in swirling Black Flames, raked its claws against the crystal barrier, unleashing a torrent of dense Black Flame from its jaws. Immense godly might, pouring like a torrent, swallowed Levi whole.
"Face the fury of the Dragon God!"
This wasn't the God's full embodiment, merely a fragment of might channeled via the Sealing God Array ceremony. Yet, as a top-tier Intermediate God, even that fragment could effortlessly wipe out a level 9—something beyond the reach of typical Weak Gods.
All at once.
A figure at light speed burst forth amid the stream of divine power flames, surging upstream, clad in resonant Blood Armor, vanishing and reappearing right in front of the Radiant Prison Dragon God.
One swift sword slash came crashing down!
Boom!
Unblemished White Sword Qi cleaved the projection apart!
Next, the Blood Battle Spirit submerged it in a surging Blood Sea.
In no time, the Radiant Prison Dragon God's projection vanished like mist.
"Dusk Palace Master, you..."
Nobody could tell what the Radiant Prison Dragon God uttered in his final moments.
Levi quietly returned his longsword to its sheath, and finally, peace settled over the world.
"This... this."
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts found himself at a loss for words.
Casually dispatching a Divine Projection.
Such a feat demanded not just power, but guts as well.
Gods, after all, couldn't be killed for good, and the Radiant Prison Dragon God served as the chief commander beneath the Lord of Chaos—one of the astral realm's top ten mighty deities.
Given the scale of the Beast Master Civilization, they wouldn't dream of challenging him.
Levi's bold strike had obliterated the projection, inflicting no real damage on the Radiant Prison Dragon God, but it would surely invite his vengeance.
Naturally, the Emperor's greatest concern was how the repercussions might spill over to Nelarayan.
What kind of mess had this become?
The divine enthronement had collapsed, and now he'd antagonized a favored servant of a mighty god.
Overwhelmed by frustration, fury, and injustice, the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts recognized this man's exceptional nature and restrained his outburst, merely stating in a frosty voice:
"I wonder if you've come up with a way to handle this?"
Levi replied:
"What choice do I have? If I can battle, I'll battle; otherwise, I'll flee."
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts nearly sputtered, eager to lash out, but Olisa grasped his hand.
"Husband, remember, he is Sauron's heir, a close ally of the Tame Ancestor."
Those words soothed the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts, prompting him to say:
"Speak, then—how do you plan to fix this?"
The Holy Dragon let out a weary sigh, tinged with despair:
"I've clung too stubbornly. I've endured for so many years; I ought to have departed ages ago... and now I've only burdened you all. Sigh, no matter, I won't ascend to godhood."
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts turned his gaze to Levi.
Levi declared:
"I promised to resolve this for you. In return, you must align with the Underworld, cut all links to the Nelarayan Civilization, and rise as a impartial Nether Emperor henceforth."
The Holy Dragon chuckled bitterly in exasperation:
"Simpler spoken than achieved—it's not as if I haven't attempted it before."
"Your failure doesn't guarantee mine."
"Is it really possible?"
"My purpose in coming here is to enable the merging of the Nelarayan and Nora Civilizations. Three hundred thousand years back, the Tame Ancestor and Sauron traveled as companions, and today, the legacies of these two wise ones demand unification to confront the looming Great Tribulation of the Multidimensional Plane!"
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts responded:
"If you can elevate the Holy Dragon to Nether Emperor, then I consent to the merger."
Olisa inclined her head with a gentle smile, "We beseech you, esteemed one."
Hearing this, Levi gave a nod.
Gazing upon the Holy Dragon, who looked so withered and weak that death seemed imminent, Levi chose to forgo consulting the Grand Council Chairman for the moment and handle it personally.
In the end, as Sauron's successor, he carried weight.
Even if they disregarded his own standing, surely they'd honor Sauron to some degree.
Moreover, he'd sustained the Son of the Mother River, Soul Son Leon, for more than two millennia without ever claiming a reward.
No accolades, just endless labor.
The Netherworld Ancestor couldn't possibly overlook that!
With resolve firm in his heart, Levi bellowed:
"Leon! Where've you wandered off to?"
Moments later, the immense Mother River cascaded from above, heralded by a warhorse's whinny, as Leon mounted it and approached: "What's the matter, master?"
"This... this presence belongs to the Mother River."
"A King of the Underworld?"
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts and the Holy Dragon both recoiled in astonishment.
This man could casually call upon a King of the Underworld.
Wait, this diminutive figure in golden armor might look small, yet it doesn't strike as a standard King of the Underworld.
Perhaps an emerging Nether Emperor.
Incredible, beckoning a Nether Emperor so freely.
Might this individual actually be the Netherworld Ancestor?
Or could he be a hidden offspring the Netherworld Ancestor placed in the Multidimensional Plane?
In an instant, the Holy Dragon's thoughts swirled into chaos once more.
Level 10 might appear exalted, but sightings of the Netherworld Ancestor are rare indeed, save for the Nether Emperors themselves. Visions of the Netherworld Ancestor stem from mere fancy. By now, all present tentatively accepted that Levi truly held ties to the Netherworld Ancestor.
At his core, the Holy Dragon nurtured a slender spark of optimism.
The longer one survives and ages, the fiercer their aversion to death—that's precisely how the Four Great Giants have upheld their dominance across endless epochs.