Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2918: 593: Seven Calamities Ancient Clan! The Lord Returns!

Two years had passed.

Nora Calendar 1722, Blood Battle 1610.

Land of Oblivion, Black Gold World.

This area ranks among the scarce zones brimming with resources, turning it into a vital hotspot for influential forces throughout ancient history. A millennium prior, the Black Scale Clan rampaged across the territory and seized the mines for themselves.

Not long afterward, the Red Scale Tribe also advanced into the Land of Oblivion. These rival groups inevitably collided, incompatible like oil and water, as deep-seated family feuds built up across countless generations.

Resentment boiled over to its zenith in the Black Gold World, bursting forth like an erupting mountain. This ignited the millennium-spanning Black Gold War, where waves of clan warriors battled savagely right up to the present day.

Across the warzone, both sides deployed more than a hundred specialists at level 6 or higher, led by commanders who were all level 9 powerhouses. The foot soldiers from the scale clans numbered beyond count.

A conflict of this magnitude already qualifies as elite-tier in the Land of Oblivion.

The Black Gold World split into halves, one portion reduced to barren wasteland stretching thousands of miles, the other flooded with surging black rivers, where they met at the middle to create towering white fog that blanketed the sky, acting as a natural divide.

On that particular day, due to particular circumstances, a fresh large-scale clash broke out, filling the battlefield with the clamor of killing. Level 9 warriors from the Black Scale Clan and the level 9 fighters of the Red Scale Tribe occasionally grappled up close, at other times hurling torrents of water and fire, locked in ferocious struggles.

Black Ghost Nick and Red Ghost Rex stood as the supreme icons of the Black Gold battlefield, serving as the chiefs of their clans, each possessing level 9 middle stage prowess.

Their abilities balanced perfectly, clashing for a thousand years without either gaining a final edge; one day one triumphed, the next the other prevailed. Yet this occasion, Red Ghost brimmed with unusual assurance.

Gazing upon the longtime foe it had faced day in and day out, it proposed capitulation, declaring, "Give up, Black Ghost, this grudge spanning decades needs to conclude."

Black Ghost let out a icy scoff:

"You're right, it does need to wrap up. We found this Black Gold mine first, so clear out!"

Red Ghost snapped its claws.

"Haha, blind to the disaster about to strike... Red Dog, emerge."

Upon the earth, swirling infernos etched a massive formation spanning a hundred miles, out of which a crimson-furred colossal hound arose, looming tens of thousands of feet tall, radiating the aura of a level 9 early stage.

The fabled beast, Red Prison Demon Mastiff, this enormous canine looked much like a Tibetan Mastiff, boasting sturdy and mighty legs rivaling those of a Golden Lion, with saliva dripping nonstop.

"Woof woof woof!"

The demon mastiff blurred into a streak of scarlet light, charging at Black Ghost amid flames that engulfed thousands of miles.

Black Ghost's face showed a faint shift.

"So that's the source of your boldness; you've succeeded in subduing such a mythical colossal creature... Sigh, after a thousand years of combat, your spouse still grasps you less than I do. I noticed your absence for a year and realized you hunted for an ace, so how could I lack a counter ready?"

A dark silhouette shot skyward, slamming a fist into the Red Dog's torso, making the huge mastiff yelp in agony as it tumbled back. The attacker was a massively built form, clad in deep blue-black scale plating and harnessing the forces of both Earth and Water at once. Its stare burned with savagery, crimson eyes locked on Red Dog, filled with bloodlust and as if stripped of all rationality.

At this sight, Red Ghost's features twisted sharply: "Black Ghost, are you insane? Your Black Scale Clan has been covertly raising the Forbidden Scale Clan!"

Few in the world realized that the Black Scale and Red Scale Clans once formed a single lineage in distant antiquity.

In the ancient era, within the Multidimensional Plane, a lineage wielded such might that it placed in the top ten across the Pan-Plane, called the Seven Calamities Ancient Clan.

They went by the name Seven-Colored Scale Clan as well.

Though the Ancient Clan lacked the innate might of giants, their physiques remained outstanding. Each member came into the world commanding at least one type of elemental force.

The less elemental forces they controlled, the quicker their advancement. On the flip side, controlling more meant slower progress, yet they proved nearly invincible against equals, capable of taking on ten foes alone.

During the heyday of the Seven Calamities Ancient Clan, wizard society lingered in the primitive Antiquity Age, vastly outmatched by the scale folk. The Ancient Clan forged the grand Seven-Colored Empire.

Back then, the Seven-Colored Empire boasted a multitude of level 9 masters, reaching into the hundreds... Yet oddly, with so many level 9s, they failed to birth even one level 10 powerhouse; other societies would have seen at least ten emerge.

Thus, even surrounded by elite experts at the top, this lineage couldn't ascend to peak status; they ought to have rivaled the Giant Empire as the second greatest civilization. That changed with the arrival of an extraordinary individual.

He was the ninth-generation Seven Disasters Country Master, Munks, who entered life wielding the energies of Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water, at first deemed a innate defective form.

Much like wizards, handling too many paths inevitably hampered cultivation speed. But differing from wizards, the Children of Chaos could deliberately focus on one route and hone it, whereas the Ancient Clan saddled with four elements from birth endured it unwillingly, barred from narrowing their focus.

In truth, the Ancient Clan's development outpaced wizards by far; even those with just one element grew at a pace akin to wizards with dual affinities. It fell short of the Elemental Children wizards revered.

The trials of a natural defective body defy easy comprehension.

As an exceptional soul, Munks naturally aimed to shatter norms; his aptitude lagged, yet he toiled relentlessly, showed profound benevolence, and enjoyed boundless luck alongside solid alliances.

Though his progress crawled, he repeatedly pushed past barriers in nail-biting near-disasters, bolstered now by patrons, then by sheer chance.

In this way, he astonishingly attained the ninth-level domain and at last broke free of constraints, emerging as the sole level 10 titan of the Seven Calamities Ancient Clan.

Upon hitting level 10, Munks fused Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water into unity, grasping Chaotic Power, then extended to Thunder, Gold, and Frost, achieving the unheard-of feat of a seven-element controller, proclaiming himself the Seven Calamities God, or "Seven-colored Scale Master."

Once at level 10, the Seven-colored Scale Master rose as a standout among his peers, second only to the elite titans of the Giant Empire, like a dominant sovereign.