Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2939: 596: Supreme Treasure: Crystal Palace! Sauron’s True Name!
Previously on Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method...
Yet all efforts proved futile, as the Star Ancestor himself shattered the Origin Body, incinerated the Origin Root, and severed any path for the Origin Divine Tree's resurgence.
A few Origin Leaves merely drifted into the void, eventually sprouting into diverse World Trees that endured flames unscathed and bloomed anew with the winds of spring. Though the essence of the Origin Divine Tree lingered on, reaching Supreme heights once more felt like an impossible ascent to the skies.
Within the Dark Ancient Tower, I gathered fragments of the divine tree, aiming to safeguard its vital embers, with the dream that one day, alongside fellow champions, we might defy the cosmos anew. The remaining pieces dispersed throughout the Multidimensional Plane, where the Golden Ancient Tree claimed most of them.
I chose not to confront the Golden Ancient Tree, given its profound ties to the astral world, its spirit long broken from any fight, likely already swayed to their side. Alliance was out of reach, and slaying it would prove even harder, merely stirring doubts in the astral realm and jeopardizing my long-term strategies.
Wiser to harness its influence for ongoing hunts of divine tree fragments, while amassing rarities akin to sea relic Truth Oddities, then mimic the Star Ancestor's tactics to seize ultimate triumphs.
Allow the scheme to simmer a while longer... hold on, make that 300,000 years of flight.
The downfall of the Origin Divine Tree rang like a dire warning to every surviving Star God faction that dared oppose the heavens, revealing the astral realm's might as beyond the grasp of just one or two typical Supreme entities. And that's ignoring threats like the looming Abyss, Nightmare, and their kin.
Much like how Night City lacks any breathing legends.
So too do the Multidimensional planes forbid living Supreme existences.
In this shadowy Dark Forest, crossing into the Supreme Realm guarantees you'll ping on the Star Ancestor's senses. Instead of sitting idle for the inevitable strike from the Star Ancestor, it's smarter to scheme ahead, wrapping up your existence in a blaze of apparent bravery.
A fallen Supreme suits the Star Ancestor's ideals perfectly.
Besides, such an end can't smack of deception; arriving in this cosmos taught me that even self-destruction demands expertise, which is why the Star Dragon King and Blood Dark Dragon King staged their epic tale of sibling betrayal, a spectacle spanning countless millennia.
Their clash nearly wiped out the legendary Dragon Clan, leaving even echoes of myths faint and elusive, while the slaughter of common dragons defied numbering, raging until the cosmos lay barren, snuffing out even the grand paths.
Only through such extremes would the Multidimensional Plane and Star Realm Gods accept that the Star Dragon King craved Divine Enthronement enough to slay his own kin.
Tell me, doesn't that ring true!
Compared to the award-winning performers of my former life, these two siblings outshine them all; from these colossal dragons, I absorbed Supreme-tier mastery in:
[Art of Performance].
Soon after, the Blood Dark Dragon King crumbled to dust, its lineage fading like thick Qi into the cosmos, erasing the Blood Dark Dragon King from existence, though its resolve endures forever.
On this front, its mindset echoes that of the Ancestor of Frost Giants, diverging from my own as a fragile human newcomer.
For them, nothing eclipses the value of their indomitable will.
Bodies might crumble, spirits could vanish, yet this unyielding will shall, across the endless eons to come, bud and flourish in the universe's every nook, within each Dragon Clan member, poised to flare up and spread like wildfire at the right instant.
I hold deep respect for these two siblings!
The Star Dragon King seized command of the astral world for survival's sake, blending seamlessly with the glow and grit, even carving into itself to divide into twin level-10 entities, thus earning the Star Ancestor's wary approval.
That said, I doubt the Star Ancestor's shrewdness lets it fully buy in, bound to harbor doubts toward these fresh arrivals.
The Star Dragon King aims to tap the Power of Star Realm for true immortality, paving the way for upcoming plots and alliances, much like my own quest for kindred spirits.
One might call them: comrades.
Upon attaining Divine Enthronement, the Star Dragon King stashed segments of its dragon skeleton in a hidden Multidimensional Plane spot; the King of Ten Thousand Dragons, knowing my prowess in Forging, urged me to visit.
From its remains, craft a mighty supreme treasure to shelter future Dragon Clans, sustaining the legacy of its Dragon King reign.
For me, this posed no real challenge.
Fortuitously, I have an acquaintance adept at igniting flames [Fire Sovereign], plus another virtuoso in Forging, allowing me to recreate the Dragon King's abode from my world's ancient tales here:
Crystal Palace!
Tsk tsk tsk, if floated over the capital in my old life, what a spectacle of grandeur, stirring envy among those house-poor workers?
Armed with this supreme treasure, it ought to shield the Dragon Clan's remnants adequately; after a phase of stable growth, spawning fresh Supreme Dragon Clans might just prove feasible!
Following the Double Dragons, the Ancestor of Frost Giants opted for the Heavenly Chopping suicide rite to close its chapter, vanishing from the Star Ancestor and fellow Giants' gaze alike.
To them, the Ancestor of Frost Giants likely seemed a reckless fool, hurling itself into doom like a moth to fire, all for a lost homeland?
I shared that view at first, yet glimpsing the Snow Goddess unveiled the Ancestor's deeper layers—courting rebirth via demise, biding time for the spark.
Through relays across eras, they grasp that in the wheel of time, new Supreme powerhouses will rise inevitably; by tenaciously enduring, they pull more Supremes into the Heavenly Chopping fold, boosting their odds.
Later examples from Shadow World and Ultimate Creation validate this path. Over history's vast span, the Multidimensional Plane has birthed no shortage of Supreme masters.
They simply emerged too spread out, not synced in time. Thus, the key is to endure in hiding, clinging to life as long as feasible, until strength aligns.
Hailing from a far-off, enigmatic Otherworldly Universe, I hit financial independence young and turned to seafaring adventures. During a voyage across the New Zealand waters, a bizarre "mirage" whisked me into this sword-and-magic realm of transcendence.
This isn't some idle fancy; it truly unfolded for me.
Facing the truth, I embraced it with poise; as a transmigrator, I owe it to strive for greatness, honoring this noble calling.
Drawing the name "Sauron" from the ring of power, bolstered by the Wisdom Tablet, I climbed rung by rung to wizardly Supreme status, etching my legacy here, to declare to successors:
I arrived, I witnessed, I triumphed!
By the way, my true name is Song Lun.
Should you peruse this record, I might already have perished, yet that changes nothing... Death isn't finality; forgetting is. Akin to the Double Dragons and Yugmir, amid Fanorla's gusty expanses, Sauron's will persists eternally.
——————End of Sauron’s Diary!]