Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2883: 586: Meeting the Netherworld Ancestor, the Secret of Lifespan!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
The speaker declared that should the Nora Civilization evolve into a colossal world someday, it wouldn't devolve into a dull, stagnant domain overflowing with antiquated relics. Instead, it would boast the swiftest pace of renewal and development. No entity endures forever; clans, empires... everything gets swept along by time's relentless current, yielding to far superior successors."
Levi remained a bit puzzled and inquired:
"So why don't the astral world and the abyss curb their own growth?"
"The abyss is by nature a consumer, a lingering remnant from the ancient troubles of the Land of Darkness. It emerged among the very first, expanding by swallowing untouched realms. By the time the Land of Darkness stirred from its primordial disorder, the abyss had long since taken shape.
It's akin to a persistent ailment in the human body; it can merely be contained, never fully eradicated. Through wild and haphazard growth, it carved out its domain, gobbling up supplies and thriving amid endless strife.
Regarding the astral world and the realm of nightmares, they arose in roughly the same era, forging a fresh contest for assets—namely, those of the spirit. One embodies the light, the other the dark; they split the spoils of devotion and dread, rising to claim the status of the sole two dominant spiritual domains."
Levi absorbed these words.
A clearer grasp of this universe's grand laws settled upon him.
With a heavy sigh, he replied, "I see it now; my thanks to you, Lord Nether Ancestor, for your enlightenment."
These revelations from the Lord Nether Ancestor all but snuffed out the flicker of optimism in Levi's chest.
Yet the gray-robed woman interjected:
"That said, the Holy Dragon could align with the Underworld."
"Wouldn't that drain a vast amount of vitality from the entities across the multidimensional planes?"
"Lately, several Nether Emperors have met their end. Two spots now stand empty; one is taken, but the remaining one could go to the Holy Dragon."
"What costs would this demand?"
"No toll needed; simply hunt down additional fiends. Supplies can be claimed; the abyss raids from distant sources, and we too can wrest them from the abyss's very jaws."
"In that case, I'll depart now; thank you once more, Lord Nether Ancestor."
Levi pivoted and began to exit.
Suddenly, the lady in the gray robe called out:
"I look forward to the day we stand and battle together."
Levi glanced back with a grin:
"That would be my privilege, Madam."
...
Nelarayan World.
The Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts and his spouse appeared fraught with worry.
The Holy Dragon's head hung limp and feeble, its body curled near the Emperor, resembling a fallen ally on the verge of endless rest amid the fray.
The Emperor stroked the enormous dragon's flank.
"Persevere, my steadfast companion."
The Star Horse wore a look of deep concern as well.
"Is that individual truly capable?"
Lady Olisa responded:
"Right now, no alternatives remain; put your faith in Levi. What we witnessed moments ago proves it—he's undoubtedly a key power in the Underworld."
Rowling shut her eyes, lost in thought, awaiting the outcome.
The recognizable ripple of waters stirred Rowling from her reverie. She gazed up at the vaulted heavens.
A silhouette strode atop surging waves, flanked by a Hell Warhorse. Looming over was a towering form clad in dark armor, the Six Paths Reincarnation Sword spinning at his rear.
Reincarnation Emperor!
Levi regarded the Emperor and offered his salutation: "My gratitude, elder."
The Reincarnation Emperor gave a subtle nod and a faint smile: "No thanks are necessary."
He had anticipated Levi's failure, yet to his surprise, the Lord Nether Ancestor had consented.
From the pair of open seats, one awaited the Spirit Monarch, while the other had been eyed by a formidable entity from the multidimensional planes, only for that one to decline it.
The Reincarnated Saint Emperor turned his gaze to the Holy Dragon and spoke calmly:
"Perfect timing; just seven days of life remain to you. If you're resolved to cut bonds with Nelarayan, then follow me."
Joy surged through the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts.
"Hurry now, Augustus!"
In the moment before departure, the Holy Dragon fixed its eyes on the pair, brimming with tangled sentiments.
"Farewell, Rockel, farewell, Olisa..."
It exchanged goodbyes with every longtime ally, offering grave appreciation to Levi and Rowling alike.
Turning to Levi, it murmured:
"Young one, I thank you for granting me sight of this astonishing wonder. In you, I detect echoes of many known presences.
May you bear their legacies onward.
Press forth to the pinnacle!"
With those final words, it trailed the Reincarnation Emperor into the Underworld's depths.
Their next encounter would hail Augustus as the new Nether Emperor!
Matters resolved, Levi eased his frame with a stretch and queried:
"Has the Brilliant Prison Dragon God arrived yet?"
Rowling denied it with a shake of her head.
"Not yet; let's prioritize the merging process; any postponement might invite troubles."
A whirlwind of feelings churned within the Emperor of Ten Thousand Beasts.
His ally departed, leaving him with merely a level-10 early-stage Star Horse and a level-9 late-stage Legendary Creature—the phantom beast.
Despite his own level-10 middle-stage rank, his true battle prowess hovered at early-stage levels. Such are the constraints of a Beast Master. Fortunately, his partner held steady at level-10 middle stage, and a handful of heirs persisted among the Twenty-four Heavenly Kings. His remaining years ought to suffice for the civilization's resurgence.
Upon merging with Nora, what lies ahead remains unclear. Still, through his exchanges with Levi, he came to think this might not spell misfortune, but instead a chance for the Beast Master lineage to thrive.
One day, Nelarayan could well produce its very own:
Super God Beast Master!
...
Astral world.
Chaos Wasteland.
In this domain, Divine Kingdoms cluster in vast arrays, surpassing even those under the Father and the Blood Fire Dominator. The Lord of Chaos's might may not top the astral world's ranks, yet his sway undoubtedly does.
His devotees, often branded as malevolent deities by the common folk, lack the splendor and righteousness of the seven orthodox gods, leading to their constant oppression by those seven within Nora.
In the end, just the Wilderness Brotherhood endured, clinging to bare existence.
Certainly subdued in Nora, yet elsewhere, the Lord of Chaos wields his force without mercy, never curbing his lesser gods, permitting their reckless deeds.
In due course, four among those lesser gods amassed infamous renown throughout the multidimensional plane, earning the dreaded title of the "Four Evil Gods of Chaos."
Father of Plagues, Lord of Doomsday, Grand Duke of Death, Lady Famine... all wield intermediate divine authority, save for the Father of Plagues, whose divine avatar fell to a fatal blow, toppling him from his heights to mere weak divine power, stripping away his former haughtiness.