Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2935: 596: Supreme Treasure Crystal Palace! Sauron’s True Name!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Master Bao Long burst into laughter:
"Should any issue arise, enjoy a thousand-year guarantee. Bao Long’s creations remain unmatched in quality!"
The Amethyst Saint paid no heed and bellowed out:
"Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds on high! Grant us your support for this sacred enthronement!"
Master Bao Long wisely stepped back, watching quietly with an expression devoid of joy or sorrow. Abruptly, a vibrant gateway of radiance materialized far above in the heavens.
A grand silhouette emerged, armored in dark iron plating, grasping an old bronze blade, shod in silver greaves, and crowned with gleaming gold.
Its commanding aura pressed down so intensely that even a mighty being like the Amethyst Saint, at the pinnacle of level 10, had to view it with grave respect, likening it in his mind to entities lurking in the Abyss past the 660th stratum.
Given the Amethyst Saint’s formidable might and lofty pride, it would scorn submission to mere average deities, yet this entity ahead, despite not reaching Level 11, stood among the astral realm's five mightiest forces.
It was known as: King of Black Iron, Master of Bronze, Silver Monarch, Golden Emperor... Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds, God of Metal, Ulysses Miles.
Wielding 90% of the Metal Divine Authority, plus a wide collection of associated variant divine powers, its strength in the astral world matched that of the Lord of Chaos!
The divine eyes of the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds descended, exerting a crushing force upon every creature below.
"Amethyst Saint, are you prepared to pledge your service to me?"
The Amethyst Saint drew in a profound breath before replying:
"I pledge myself to follow you, my lord!"
A grin spread across the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds’ face, its satisfaction barely concealed.
Across the ages, countless formidable deities in the astral world had attempted to enlist the Amethyst Saint, only to fail due to their inferior strength.
The rivalries inside the astral world burned just as hot; by claiming the Amethyst Saint now, its standing there would eclipse even the Lord of Chaos.
The Amethyst Saint gazed upon the well-known realm, upon the endless void of space. Reluctance, fury, and sorrow churned in its chest, coalescing into a heavy sigh.
Its fall to this state stemmed from Sauron, from Nora, from the wizard, and that cursed Dusk Palace Master!
Through this divine enthronement, every path to greater progress stood forever sealed.
It vowed inwardly: "Once I cement my position in the astral world, I shall command the Divine Generals and angels to raze Nora, quenching this burning grudge in my soul!"
...
Nora Calendar 1817.
The Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds granted the Amethyst Saint the Obsidian Divine Authority, propelling it skyward, where it founded the Purple Crystal Divine Kingdom in the astral world and kindled the divine fire!
Divine name: Lord of Black Brilliance!
Following that, fully eight million Amethyst People rose to the heavens, settling in the Purple Crystal Divine Kingdom as devoted followers of the Lord of Black Brilliance.
Within their ranks stood seven angels, once the Purple Crystal Seven Kings, each armed with Nine-level Treasures of boundless might, outshining typical angels by far.
Since ancient times, the Amethyst Saint marked the first at late-stage level 10 to embrace godhood, voluntarily placing itself beneath a supreme deity.
Post-enthronement, its strength dipped a touch, sufficient to place it among the elite Gods. Yet, thanks to the supreme artifact it had shaped, the Heavenly Pillar, it radiated an aura of regal splendor.
Master Bao Long declared:
The Heavenly Pillar was forged with immense toil, its potency rivaling the Void Blade—crafted by its forebears for the Void Emperor—and surely numbering among the Pan-Plane's top ten.
Moreover, the Lord of Black Brilliance surrendered two of the Pan-Plane's premier supreme treasures, the Dark Temple and the Covenant Sword, to the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds.
Thus, the Sovereign of Ten Thousand Golds’ dominance soared to new peaks!
It claimed supremacy across the astral world!
News of the Amethyst Saint’s divine enthronement sent tremors through the Multidimensional Plane!
Scoffers and supporters emerged in equal measure.
Yet regardless, the Council of Ten Thousand Clans now faded into oblivion starting this day.
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Nora.
Supreme Council.
"Never imagined it, truly never did, that so mighty a race would bow to the Gods. I misjudged the Amethyst Saint’s drive."
Heavenly Will gave a faint shake of its head.
He'd never crossed paths with the Amethyst Saint directly, but he'd seen this upstart's ascent, another who once slew Gods. To now turn God himself—a slayer of dragons becoming the dragon—was a tragic turn.
Edmund offered no opinion on the matter.
The Civil War's brutality sealed fates. When the Amethyst Saint formed the Council of Ten Thousand Clans and opposed Nora, this end was inevitable.
The Frost Witch remarked:
"Does it believe godhood brings endless peace? Soon enough, it's our end or theirs and those vermin's. We'll resolve it all one day!"
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Witch’s Family.
Upon reaching the Ninth-Circle Realm, Triss stayed put on the Ancient Dragon Continent. Her key duty lay in potion studies, with little involvement in governance, so remote work suited her well.
By now, she had stabilized her Ninth-Circle Realm, and just lately, she refined the Poison Dragon’s Tooth, boosting her spiritual force by 1000 points.
On top of that, she gained command over a rare Exotic Species Water known as Poison Dragon Saliva, laced with level 9 toxin, ideal for battles and alchemy alike.
The Poison Dragon’s Tooth didn't belong to the Five Poison Series at first, so it skipped a power projection and instead birthed a fresh type of extraordinary spiritual being.
A sinister shade of a lithe black dragon trailed Triss, featuring fins along its flanks, snake-like in form sans limbs, tipped with a scorpion tail stinger.
Called the Swamp Poison Dragon, it boasted tremendous strength, capable of directing venomous beasts and unleashing Poison Dragon Saliva Breath to dissolve foes.
"The journey from common to legendary in the Ninth-Circle stretches so far, with spiritual force reaching twenty thousand points, let alone inventing personal spells or delving into others.
Four thousand years might just suffice at best. But should any setback arise, I could forfeit my shot at legend—I have to keep pushing my talent ceilings higher."