Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2885: 586: Meeting the Netherworld Ancestor, the Secret of Lifespan!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Yet, a Plane Sovereign of that caliber undoubtedly harbors concealed tactics. The prime suspect is [Blue Frost Lord’s daughter, Cery], the one who surfaced in Heavenly Mountain long ago.
The Nora Council still hasn't uncovered any signs of her, though that hardly matters. Legendary wizards have always dismissed Blue Frost from beginning to end.
Blue Frost only managed to unsettle mortals back in the Doomsday Era because the Seven Kingdoms Continent's rulers did nothing to stop it then.
Once the Blue Frost Continent fell under control, legendary wizards shattered it to mimic the Aus Continent, all to stop Blue Frost's influence from troubling mortals further.
This area turned into one of Nora's restricted domains, drawing visits now and then from School of Death wizards hunting for relics; outsiders steer clear.
Today, integrated planes number in the tens of thousands, many unfit for life like Blue Frost, all marked as off-limits by the council with strict regulations in place. Explorers need proper registration to venture in.
On this particular day.
A cloaked, lithe silhouette stared at the azure shield in front; strands of silver hair and pointed half-elf ears betrayed her origins.
The long-vanished Cery, empowered by her Blue Frost lineage, had risen to a level 8 mid-stage powerhouse. Yet against Nora's might, she amounted to little.
After fleeing Nora, she joined her brother in battles across the Father's other faith territories, raising undead forces fueled by Blue Frost essence to challenge the Church, only to suffer defeat after defeat.
Her brother fell not long back.
Revenge had lost all appeal for her.
The Father's strength dwarfed everything; neither she nor her father could match Him.
That changed when she stumbled upon news of Dusk Temple Lord Levi slaying the Father's Son, the Dusk Sun God Artu, igniting fresh determination.
Her father's vengeful blood coursed through her veins.
Death or not, she aimed to drag the Father down too.
She knew of Levi, even if he'd likely forgotten her by now.
She was merely the Blue Frost Lord's offspring, while Levi had ascended to god-killer status.
Her father, if still breathing, might not even stand against Levi.
Still, she resolved to make the attempt.
My foe's foe stands as my ally.
Should Levi end her, she'd embrace it.
Her form faded from the ocean's face, bound for the Ancient Dragon Continent.
...
On this day.
In the Eastern Sea.
Roughly ten thousand miles from the Ancient Dragon Continent, waves raged fiercely, the ground trembled, and a cluster of forms materialized, among them the Earth Saint.
"The Sain World has arrived."
Lacking a true continent, Sain World's merger stirred minimal chaos, just a modest sea-level swell that birthed extra isles.
A towering presence raised its gaze, scanning the lofty heavens and expansive terrain; even its senses failed to grasp the edges—this was Nora!
The Whale Emperor rose, eyeing the crimson-robed individual before it.
"Hail to the Grand Council Chairman."
Edmund grinned and replied, "Welcome! I've awaited your coming!"
Myriad merfolk beheld the sprawling new realm, their minds swirling with anxiety, eagerness, and bewilderment; tales of the Dusk Hall Master's exploits had reached many ears.
One voice quivered in query:
"Is this the Dusk Hall Master's domain?"
Edmund responded with steady patience:
"Indeed, the Ancient Dragon Continent lies ten thousand miles hence."
At those words, Emperor Whale Sain exhaled in relief.
It sought only for its kin to dwell beside the Dusk Hall Master; knowing Levi as it did, trailing the Ancient Dragon Continent promised no misstep.
"Come then, Sain sir, let us head to Sorren Continent for deeper talks."
"Very well, very well."
The Whale Emperor reached the Supreme Council, facing over twenty beings surpassing its own might, a faint unease stirring within. Edmund, Heavenly Will, the Frost Witch... what a formidable alliance; small wonder they held back the Abyss.
The following day.
An announcement rang out from the Nora Council.
[Merfolk leader Whale Emperor Sain joins the Supreme Council as the 28th member. From this point, the merfolk integrate into Nora, sharing all trials ahead.]
As time wore on.
Merfolk and local Sea Clan wove together into unity.
In time, they earned the name Nora Sea Clan, rising as the third mightiest faction after Humans and Pandora Clan in the Nora Wan Clan.
Council decrees banned enslaving Sea Clan.
The council urged unions between Humans and Sea Clan, urging progeny.
Mixed heirs showing wizard aptitude could join the Body Refining Wizard Academy, honing skills with aids like "Sea Clan’s Body Tempering Technique," "Purple Crystal Body Refining Technique," "Deep Blue Sage body tempering technique," "Eight-Armed Demon God Body Tempering Technique."
With these practical measures in force, merfolk society warmed to Humans and the Nora Council, drawn to the wizard path's sophistication.
The body refining wizard route surged ahead like never before, fueled by surging sea-clan hybrid wizard prodigies.
...
Three years on.
Nora Calendar Year 1690.
Within the Land of Darkness.
At a solar core akin to the Red Plane's, scorching heat repelled even typical level 10 warriors from lingering, but rhythmic clanging of metal echoed ceaselessly.
A nearer glance revealed the sun reworked in steampunk flair, alchemy scars, armament crafting, and smithing fused into an odd domain.
A bent form, molten-metal-like, hustled before the blaze, its rear mechanical limbs gripping hammer, saw, pliers, and more.
Behind, on a rack, nascent supreme treasures gleamed with holy radiance.
Ninth-level treasures lined up in splendor, eye-catching.
Master Bao Long, true name a mystery, race unknown, beginnings shrouded.
Its strength remained a secret.
For it shunned all combat, clinging to impartial Weapon Refinement craft.
Pan-Plane powers, even Giant World envoys, hailed it as honored kin.
Abruptly, Master Bao Long lifted its gaze.
Violet rays fell, shaping into the Amethyst Saint's spectral form.
It cut straight: "Master Bao Long, I seek your aid."
"For a supreme treasure's forging, supply a divine artifact upfront, and another at finish."
Master Bao Long hammered on, undaunted by the Amethyst Saint.
"Fine, that works."
"Tell me, what forge you desire?"
"Forge me into a supreme treasure, if you will."
Master Bao Long eyed the Amethyst Saint, a hint of amusement flickering.
"What's gotten into you?"
"Just say yes or no."
"Of course, what shape suits you?"
"A staff supreme treasure, one to ravage hosts."
"Easily done."
"Excellent, here's [Earth Emperor Divine Gold]—deposit enough?"
"Plenty."
"Then, Master Bao Long, grace the Purple Crystal World with a visit soon."