Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2919: 593: Seven Calamities Ancient Clan! The Return of the Overlord!

Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...

In the Black Gold World of the Land of Oblivion, the millennium-long war between the Black Scale Clan and Red Scale Tribe raged on, dividing the resource-rich land into scorched earth and black torrents amid clashes of level 9 experts. Black Ghost Nick faced his rival Red Ghost Rex in a fierce duel, only for Red Ghost to summon the legendary level 9 Red Prison Demon Mastiff to turn the tide. Black Ghost countered with a forbidden creation from his clan, a bloodthirsty warrior wielding earth and water powers, shocking Red Ghost with the revelation that both clans descended from the ancient Seven Calamities Clan, masters of elemental forces who once built a mighty empire under the guidance of the ninth-generation leader Munks.

With a physique rivaling that of a colossal giant, it commanded mastery over seven distinct forms of magic. Back in those days, countless individuals believed it was destined to claim ultimate dominance.

Regrettably, exceptional ability draws jealousy, and soon after reaching level ten, the Seven-colored Scale Master met its end. During that era, the Four Evil Gods of Chaos ravaged the Seven-Colored Empire. Standing alone against the quartet, its unmatched power allowed it to battle the four Intermediate Gods for an extended period, yet in the end, it succumbed.

It appeared that Munks had depleted the entire luck of the Seven-Colored Scale Clan. Following that, no more level ten powerhouses arose from their ranks, and they became prime targets for the Lord of Chaos. Through a prolonged span of evolution, they slowly fragmented into seven distinct groups, forming the Qilin Clans of today.

In the present day, the Qilin Clans, each specializing in a single element, boast impressive personal talents despite their limited numbers. Still, the rate of level six masters among them far outstrips that of wizards, and their overall average combat prowess places them at the pinnacle among all clans.

Their primary weakness lies in failing to birth a level ten entity. Regardless of how formidable their lower and middle tiers become, they cannot qualify as a dominant civilization.

Confronted by the astral world or various dark factions, they lack the might to fight back, forced to drift aimlessly without the chance to establish roots or advance.

Rumors suggest that the Seven-colored Scale Master had encroached upon the Chaos Authority, endangering the position of the Chaos Wasteland, compelling the astral world to eliminate it.

The society led by the Seven-colored Scale Master lacked a supreme guardian like Edmund to protect them. Should the Lord of Chaos desire it, he could annihilate them in mere moments.

Descendants of the seven Qilin Clans have persistently attempted reunification, yearning to reclaim the splendor of the Seven Calamities Ancient Clan. Yet, the deeper the fusion attempts, the greater the complications that emerge.

Either the process shatters their minds, driving them to insanity, or it completely erases their unique bloodline, thereby tainting the pure Qilin heritage.

In due course, such practices were deemed "forbidden."

Red Ghost observed this eerie figure wielding both wind and water powers, driven by bloodlust and devoid of reason, evidently the result of a merger with the Green Scale Clan. It hastily withdrew: "You... you Black Scale Clan are utterly insane, willing to go to any lengths."

Black Ghost replied with icy detachment, "The nature of existence dictates that unions fracture and fractures seek unity. Eras shift. Consider the former splendor of the Seven Calamities Ancient Clan—what remains of it today? Meanwhile, the wizard civilization has long outpaced us."

"Rubbish! Suppose we somehow restore the ancient clan—do you believe the astral world would allow it? The Lord of Chaos keeps a constant vigil over us!" Red Ghost retorted.

"Hmph, anything beats idleness!"

"Stay idle, and you'll avoid all errors!"

"No danger, no advancement!"

"Advancement for what? Ultimately, should another Seven-colored Scale Master arise, won't the Lord of Chaos simply erase it? It's pointless; survival is what we hold onto now."

"Arguing with you is futile, like serenading livestock. Today, we settle this with our lives! You're unworthy to guide the Red Scale Tribe!"

The clashing presences of four level nine powerhouses rattled the Black Gold Great World, only for a silver vessel to materialize in the emptiness, its entrance sliding open. A striking swordsman clad in black armor emerged, casually munching on sunflower seeds, grinning as he gestured:

"You've clashed for a millennium—why not honor me and pause to discuss? Your current brawl isn't ending anyone."

Black Ghost and Red Ghost whipped their gazes around at the same instant:

"This doesn't concern you at all?!"

The pair pressed on with their skirmish, yet unease crept in gradually, as though this figure rang a faint bell from somewhere... .

Damn it, that's the Dusk Palace Master!

The legendary slayer who felled level nine foes at level eight and level ten adversaries at level nine—a relentless warrior pursued by hordes of elites throughout the Multidimensional Plane, yet never once captured!

They halted abruptly, shared a look, held their tongues briefly, before Red Ghost inquired: "Greetings to the Dusk Palace Master, though this remains an internal affair of our kin."

Levi gave a gentle shake of his head, his smile unwavering:

"True, this is your internal affair, yet does battling this way resolve it? At present, five branches of the Seven-Colored Scale Clans dwell in Nora, building a surge that dwarfs their past.

The Green Scale Clan, Green Qilin Clan, and White Scale Clan all possess two level nine masters apiece. The Green Qilin Clan's chief, Star Splitter, has reached the late stage of level nine, harboring the promise of level ten ahead. Even as our clans wane, what's gained from endless strife?

Moreover, the meager offerings of this Black Gold World amount to less than a ten-thousandth of Nora's bounty. Does it justify the loss of so many lives?

Channel that vigor into joining me back in Nora instead? To be candid, I'm supporting every Seven-Colored Scale Clan group scattered across the Multidimensional Plane right now.

All toward the moment we rekindle the majesty of the Seven Calamities Ancient Clan and forge level ten, perhaps even level eleven, titans.

Don't you grasp it? The stagnation of the Seven-Colored Scale Clan stems not from your lack of intellect or effort... It's the exalted Lord of Chaos blocking your ascent. The demise of the Seven-colored Scale Master arose from the Lord of Chaos dreading its growing might, fearing a future grasp at its Chaos Authority.

Without addressing the core issue, you'll linger as outcasts on the Multidimensional Plane's edges, clashing fatally over scraps, tangled in intrigues.

Your feuds within the Seven-Colored Scale Clan might well serve as the Lord of Chaos's scheme. Persisting this way merely aids its cause... Discern the main conflicts from the side ones, all of you.

I'll put it plainly: if battle calls, turn it against the astral world, purge those leeches from the Multidimensional Plane, shatter the era of gods, and etch our saga into eternity!"

Levi's words rendered Red Ghost, Black Ghost, and every fighter from both clans utterly silent... They'd warred blindly for ages, despising their own blood with fierce hatred, nearly erasing memories of the ancient era and its deep-seated wrongs.