Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2886: 587: Nine Rings Perfect, Chaos Sacred Body, Secrets of the Universe!

(Note: The congress announcement from yesterday concerning the Whale Emperor is meant to be the 27th position. Wagner remains undisclosed as a vital hidden asset, with revisions now applied.)

The Amethyst Light slowly faded away.

Once the Amethyst Saint had taken his leave.

Master Bao Long grasped the Earth Emperor Divine Gold and inhaled its scent.

Its jaws parted wide, exposing metallic innards resembling interlocking gears, along with a stomach furnace blazing far hotter than the Sun itself. The unbreakable divine gold got ground up effortlessly like mere beans between those teeth before getting fed into the blaze, causing its presence to quietly grow stronger.

"A fine flavor."

Master Bao Long understood perfectly the art of refining one's form into an ultimate artifact.

For its own body had already become such an ultimate treasure.

...

Astral World.

Thousand Hills Countries, Spiral Land.

This realm belongs to the Great Prophet, revered also as the God of Prophecy.

Unlike other mighty deities, the Great Prophet lacks widespread renown across the Multidimensional Plane, with his followers mainly consisting of scholars, wise men, educators, and similar callings.

The divine powers under the Great Prophet's command split into two categories.

One comprises the inborn divine authority of [Destiny]. The other is the gained divine authority of [Wisdom]. In the Divine Realm, he stands as the most knowledgeable being, a trait unchanged since his emergence in Ancient Times.

Possessing a reclusive disposition, he avoids pacts with fellow gods, instead providing prophetic guidance to deities or other mighty entities in exchange for rewards.

He refrains from boasting perfect precision, yet it comes remarkably near; across the ages, scarcely anyone has grumbled about the Great Prophet's insights. Thus, he enjoys lofty standing in the astral world. Though his battle prowess remains unremarkable, no one risks provoking him.

Lacking any Subordinate Gods, Spiral Land feels remarkably serene.

Artu approached from the distance, gazing upon the Spiral Gate, and declared loudly: "Artu arrives today under the orders of Sun God Ramon, seeking an audience with the Great Prophet."

Moments later.

The Spiral Gate began to turn, unveiling a massive disc spanning ten thousand feet across.

It evoked the look of a compass while mimicking a mechanical timepiece, its elaborate and enigmatic design too perilous to behold directly. Artu spared it only a brief look, feeling his thoughts whirl in sync with the indicators, contorting wildly, which compelled him to avert his eyes and murmur softly:

"I pay my respects to the Great Prophet!"

Such was the outward form the Great Prophet displayed, far from human-like.

In truth, as Father God Ramon once explained, the Great Prophet originally bore the traditional astral world guise of a sage with a flowing white beard and profound gaze.

Yet he set himself apart from other gods by his endless pursuit of knowledge and invention of novelties. Through endless epochs, the Great Prophet kept absorbing wisdom, kept transforming.

Following the antiquity era.

He discovered a potent acquired divine authority within the Multidimensional Plane, called [Wisdom], and from that point, he ventured onto a route of unique ingenuity.

Gathering artifacts from the Multidimensional Plane, he applied [Wisdom] to analyze and reshape his inherent divine form, morphing into a bizarre outlier among the divine.

In the end, the Great Prophet merged his divine fire, divine body, divine persona, divine power, and divine authority into a sacred artifact he dubbed the "Space-Time Wheel". This fusion of clock and compass stood before you, bearing the formidable title:

[Universe]!

The clock embodied time.

The compass embodied space.

From time immemorial, the universe has been invoked; the vast expanse is deemed the cosmos.

Their union therefore forms [Universe]!

The Great Prophet proclaimed his grasp of supreme wisdom.

Certainly, the Heavenly Father views this claim as mere jest, while some label him a lunatic.

Not even the Star Ancestor would assert control over ultimate wisdom?

The Great Prophet merely indulges in fantasies.

Over time, the astral world's gods grew used to it.

After all, the Great Prophet continued delivering his prophetic aid to them.

The Great Prophet regarded Artu, from which emanated a laugh akin to grinding machinery:

"Ha-ha-ha, what's the matter?"

Artu inquired:

"Great Prophet, following your instructions, I lingered in that spot and truly crossed paths with the Dusk Palace Master, yet you failed to mention his level-10 strength... leading to my defeat and the destruction of my God’s Incarnation at his hands."

The Great Prophet’s tone abruptly shifted back to its usual calm.

"Did you inquire about it?"

"With the divination you offered then, shouldn't you have warned me proactively?"

"If you don't inquire, why would I volunteer it?"

"I lack your insight, assuming he held at most level-9 power at best, but you surely foresaw his true level-10 might—why hold back that detail?"

"When you sought my divination centuries past, he genuinely lacked level-10 power; my role was simply to draw him into your path."

"But aren't you famed for glimpsing what lies ahead?"

"Indeed, though that demands a steeper toll."

"..."

Having summoned the nerve to argue against the Great Prophet, Artu went quiet.

The Great Prophet's renowned patience allowed such bold exchanges, or else who would risk them.

The issue lay in this sheer lack of logic.

He restrained any outburst, for even Father God showed deep deference to the Great Prophet.

Provoking this entity might invite covert strikes from that cursed [Universe] divine weapon, leaving one clueless about their demise.

One time, a fresh mighty god, irked by the Great Prophet’s verdict, challenged him outright and launched assaults; the Great Prophet offered no counter.

Consequently, that deity battled across three days and nights, leaving the Great Prophet’s divine form untouched, while the aggressor’s divine power drained away.

After releasing his fury, the god withdrew. Strangely, calamities soon beset him, each seeming both uncanny and oddly fitting.

For example, his Belief Land faced savage assaults from horrifying black beasts; his Divine Kingdom got ravaged by a colossal tsunami, the sort that strikes but once every myriad years amid the Star Realm Ruins Sea.